Mistress Ana posed a question on twitter earlier this week.
What will you do when the person you admire most, whoever they are, retires and completely washes their hands of adult/sex work?
It’s actually a fear of mine.
And reminds me of the fragility of everything.
I mentioned in my blog last time that no two filming days are the same, so yet again it’s always good for a new experience.
Whilst there was a worrying doubt that the shoot today might not be able to take place, due to the camerawomen being unavailable, a little improvisation turns this into something I think W/we are glad W/we did. I’m most certainly thrilled it could go ahead.
Let’s rewind a bit.
There’s been a bit of a rise recently in attempted scammers.
And, general chancers are fairly common.
Some have been fairly blatant, clear bots. Some, I’ve seen people at least initially fall for.
These are damaging to the whole industry and arguably lifestyle.
Lucky for me I don’t believe in luck.
You see it all the time.
“Lucky sub, wish that was me”, “Lucky guy”, etc.
I don’t believe in luck.
Mind. I say that, I do often feel “lucky”.
Why is it always about money?
aka – Pro-Shaming
“Where are all the women?” has been a lowly battle cry since the dawn of the internet.
It’s like the desperate mating call from the male who never leaves his house and is too tight to sign up for a dating site.
Add in some cliche about an unfair ratio or about how “nice guys finish last” and it’s complete.
I’ve been feeling a little reflectively lately.
I do now and then.
Today marks one year since the second occasion I booked a Private Session with a Professional Mistress. I think it’s interesting to remember some of my feelings going into that.
In music, there’s a term called ‘The Difficult Second Album Syndrome’.
I think this is now a third complete re-write on my latest mulling on submission.
There’s been a few different factors and other writings which have inspired me into this, including one I wrote 7 months ago.
I mean, my one 7 months ago – it was a ramble. It was me thinking aloud and excreting words to the screen trying to decide if and where I fit in… and concluded that actually it doesn’t matter if I’m submissive or not as long as everyone involved is happy.
I do stand by that conclusion and will probably always stand by that conclusion.