I was yexti g the hobbyist I knew as Little Blue. I had met a very nice guy, Blue Neck, and several other upfront senior members who gave fair reviews. 321Bloke. NandaGoodHand. FlowerSniffer. DR-Rico. Not everyone wanted to hide their screen name from the provider, although some guys said membership in the American Sex Tales (as I call it) site should be like fight club, the firzt rule being tell no one about it. I assumed I simply didn’t hear from the secretive people. Little Blue would surely want to k ow about tbe blog I was planning, so I told him. I was unprepared for the response. “So you are going to write about yourself? Yawn. Don’t you get sick of you? Everyone else does.” What??? I had not had a hateful comment like that since I read posts by…Astro Youth!These two are the same guy! “You knew it all along! That’s why you’ve been blowing up my phone! You can’t get me and it is killing you!” Quickly I blocked the number marvelling that this Astro person could misread me. I did not want him but he was certainly a fan of a new member with the corniest writing–Torchbearer. Torchbearer was the sentimental one who “looked deep into the provider’s hurt eyes and saw–yes, there it was–the glimmer of her shrinking soul.” I’d roll my eyes at the heavy handed attemot to sound smart and deep but AstroYouth would write “Torchbearer, you should be published!!!I mean it!! You are an amazing writer!” When I looked over the posts I saw these three screen names commenting back to back to back. The same guy. Playing games with the livelihood of a woman he saw, what? One time? I guess. I do not even know him. Except I did. I had been fortunate enough to receive private training in the sensual arts. The result was much improved skills in a certain in demanded service. I only saw one person after these lessons. And the person told me how much I had improved and even after 15 years my conversational skills were still superlative. That is what he told me, the person who said he could never comment on me. And that is verbatim what Little Blue wrote about me. That son of a bitch! For every nice thing written, there were much more vehement declarations of hatred and disgust about my character, personality, body, and even my service dog received poor marks. Yes, I had suspected several people might have been Astro Youth and in typical New York fashion, I outright asked several people, including what’s his name by Windward mall. No one admitted it. But now I knew. I never thought reviews were entirely reliable because of different opinions, agendas, but I never thought someone could launch a campaign to mess with a provider for 2-3 years without apparent provocation. The wise older monger who tells the newbies reality. The malcontent who hates that bitch and hates himself. The sensitive soul who cannot hep but to love the woman within the provider. One guy. At best, he wants to control the boards, see how much influence he can wield. At worst he is a sicko who was speaking of himself when he explained the administrator stopped me from posting “because like a lot of guys he is a misogynist who is threatened by your intelligence.” Maybe he is the administrator! Now that is pure speculation on my part. But after these split personalities my trust in the motives of reviewers is weak but the good senior members maintain my sense of optimism that something good can come out of what i do and what people say about what I do. If I did not know better I would think this author (me) may be collaborating with Little Blue! But ultimately I would reject that idea because a man with that much hostility toward a woman would never work with her. Calling Dr. Freud! Wonder what the relationship with mom was like..?
Published by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker
Caroleena used to be a drug addicted hooker on streets of downtown Honolulu in the early years of the 21st century. She was not the only learned streetwalker among the sex worker addicts. This group would have been a liberal college admissions officer's dream of diversity seeing as how they represented such a wide range of ages, races, family types, locations of origin, education levels, and gender identities. The two constants were trauma and dependency. Everyone out there had experienced life altering trauma which spurred them to seek refuge in drugs. Addiction was the unexpected phenomenon that kept them stuck in the dope. This downtown area was different from other drug saturated areas of America in one important way. The U.S. is the most violent country in the world, but in this corner of the nation there were no street gangs, no gun violence. You wouldn't get shot but you were probably going to be beaten up and robbed at some point. Interpersonal violence between intimate partners, friends, and family members was viewed as a natural part of being close to people. "Domestics" was something an individual brought upon herself or himself by causing problems in an interpersonal relationship. Caroleena, the perennial pariah even among society's rejects, had no intimate associates who might harm her. Prostitution was not as risky on Oahu as it was most everywhere else because the island was just too small. Everyone was somehow connected to everyone else with only something like two degrees of separation. You commit a crime, someone will know who you are and someone else will know how to find you. Hookers rarely got killed. Honolulu's relative safety allowed Caroleena over 10 years of street longevity until the scene ended when authorities started arresting men for allegedly soliciting undercover police for sex and posting their pictures on the evening news. ExpertEscort2018.com/ tells Caroleena's adventures during her decade of addiction and its consequences--homelessness, prostitution, drug dealing, incarceration, family destruction, the list goes on. Every story relates events Caroleena experienced, witnessed, or imagined. The tale of this outcast is skillfully and paradoxically told in the language of the elite. The wording of the posts is itself a testimony to the wide grip that addiction has on all levels of society, even impacting the privileged who were previously thought to be immune to the troubles of the lower class. During these days of opiate addiction maybe she can answer some questions and present applicable solutions. If not, you are still in for a hell of a good read. View all posts by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker