You’re kidding!” exclaimed the client after I told him the name of my alma mater. I had gone to one of the most famous colleges in the world. There was no avoiding the inevitable next question: why are you doing this? No I did not begin or end my academic career with a plan to even meet an escort much less become one. But fifteen years ago the state I called home decided that possession of $10 of a certain narcotic was a felony. As a convicted felon, the best way to make a living is through self employment. The felony blocked access to every career path the prestigious name on my diploma would have virtually guaranteed. Sobriety does not negate a felony and only a few businesses open their doors to the penniless. I still want to survive even if I have had some problems. I never thought I would turn to socially stigmatized actions to get by but lo and behold, the once unimaginable is now routine. But the unexpected benefit of failure is that I received an answer to the question that failed my grudges: how could they have failed me? Today I say: I understand how a person could fall short. Escorting as a path to empathy. Who would have thought?
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In the early 2000's addiction took Caroleena, a recent ivy league college grad & private school teacher out of her Manhattan classroom & put her on the Honolulu hooker streets she once studied for a college project. Life as an addicted street level sex worker was in the same geographic location, but a world away, from her studies for an elite institution. Caroleena again finds herself at the far limit if her social class, not as a magna cum Laude grad but shackled to the next woman in a Hawaii prison. Caroleena's perennial oariah status yields a wealth of info that can only be understood when viewed from the seemingly contradictory perspectives that created the Expert Escort. View more posts