The first day

Friday, November 6th

I've written journals before. I found the problem with having a journal that no one will ever read is that I tended to just cough up my thoughts and feelings and then just finger paint in a self indulgent fashion. Figuratively, of course. Perhaps, if there's a potential audience, I'll write something of interest. Although, it'll no doubt be censored.

So here we go. I am a writer, though unpublished. How lame. I am good at writing, so why am I unpublished? The procrastination gene is strong in this one. But, I hear that practice makes perfect. I am also a professional dominatrix. While I attempt not to allow this to consume me, it is inevitable that what you do for a living dictates your life. Oh, the things that these eyes have seen. I don't have sex for money and I'm the only person who manages my diary. I told some client/slave the other day 'as a dominatrix, it is my prerogative to charge a fortune for my time and not allow you to see even a pinkie toe'.

I read Belle De Jour's books. I was well behind everyone else who had read them years ago. They did inspire me to do two things. Firstly, I started going to the gym because I remembered how much time I had on my hands due to my working circumstances. Secondly, this blog. Once again, I am totally behind the times. Of course, as another member of the sex industry, I haven't joined the hordes claiming the author must be a fake. I don't really care. Her sex scenes were all rather Martin Amis. But, I like his style. I do wonder why people don't want to believe a hooker could have an education. I have a rather lengthy one myself. So why the hell not?

But, enough about her, let's talk about me...Later. It's time for breakfast.