‘Big Wheels Keep On Turning’

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

Hey ya’ll!

Did you know that October 27^th (today) that singers Sonny and Cher wed and Cher wore bell-bottoms? NO? Well you do now!

So, I went on a road trip, it was holiday time, a much deserved and needed break away from all I do and the norm. It was Sunday 11^th October and my first destination was Tin Can Bay to feed the dolphins. This required leaving the Gold Coast at approximately 4am to arrive in time for the dolphins who swim into the bay between 7 - 8am. Mystique and Destiny are their names and both male (wtf???) it was a nice experience, however, slightly disappointed was I….or could it be that I had myself geared up to be feeding them fish from my mouth and swimming naked with them through the channels of the bay frolicking in the water and communicating with them as though they were the cousins of Flipper? Yes I think so! More fool me! Never the less being given one small fish to hand feed them was still an experience I recommend to anyone wishing to see wild dolphins in their natural habitats.

Oakey my friend lets fire up the trawler and go out to Morton Island where I CAN swim naked with them and feed them fish from my mouth and frollick in the deep waters of our mother earth!

Eggs Benedict was consumed shortly thereafter YUMMO!

The Esplanade walk in Tin Can Bay was a relaxing affair and pretty to boot! With oceanic views and rainforest patches to walk though and the sight and beautiful songs of native birds above.

A short drive away was the very pretty and picturesque Rainbow Beach where I bought a small glass of coloured sands. Then onto the caravan park where I rented a small run down little cabin for the night, after all I just needed a bed, tomorrows destination ‘Rockhampton’

What I learnt from Tin Can Bay was a lovely reminder of how peaceful and quiet little beach communities like this can be and it also reminded me to return, for the third time again someday.

As Mork used to say ‘nanoo, nanoo’

Peace out!

Cut The Mustard

10th September 2009

Cut The Mustard

Have you asked yourself if you have met with your own expectations?

Are you satisfied with yourself and your achievements so far in life? If yes is there room for more? Of course! If no then are you prepared to discover then root of the problem?

If you consume, are you happy with the way your hooker makes you feel?

If you provide, then are you happy with the clients you have?

Can happiness and satisfaction be measured and if so where would your bell-curve be, is it skewed left of centre or smack bang in the middle, harmoniously smiling back at you?

Does your dog jump all over you when you get home from work or barely give you a glance?

Relentless pleasure is my forte and my philosophy, forgive me for I am a pleasure monger, a hedonist and the two have so many lovely commonalities.

Have you asked yourself if you adore what’s in as much as what is around you?

Do you rely on anything exterior to your inner self in order to maintain some kind of leap towards satisfaction or do you naturally enjoy being who you are and what you have to offer?

Life isn’t short at all, in fact, it’s the longest damn thing any of us do unless we are taken prematurely by disease or hit by a truck etc so let’s embrace it, explore it, meet our expectations and be satisfied with our achievements leaving room for more.

I am prepared to do what it takes, are YOU?

Have a think about it and post your replies if you are interested in giving a slant to it.

This morning, at 7.30am I was raided for drugs, how hilarious is that? LOL Seems because I have sex regularly therefore have lots of ‘visitors’ from time to time and grow vegetables in my backyard, it turns out, according to my neighbours, I am growing cannabis, consuming it and selling it. I think my neighbours should have more sex and assume less! Haha! The constable said ‘well you fall into the 25% of people where our sources prove unfruitful’ and I said ‘I could have told you that!’

Somehow I don’t think my neighbours are happy or satisfied………..poor things haha I plan on screaming even louder in the midst of orgasm now, told you I was a hedonist! I don’t need drugs lol

Life Jim is not as we know it……………

Happy Spring

September 1st 2009

That time of year has come round again. We have the next 12 weeks to enjoy Spring. With a ‘spring’ in our step. This time of year is my favourite and tis the season the grass is green, the flowers are in full bloom and the birds are fucking!

Say goodbye (for now) to the cold wet days and icy evenings of Winter and say hello (for now) to a mild, pleasant pre introduction to Summer. Spring, in most parts is never too hot nor too cold it’s just right. The sun is shining and there is often a coolish breeze about, the plants and trees possess new growth and life.

This time of year is when I come alive, this is not to say I am ever dormant nor in hibernation it’s just a time filled and fuelled with new energy and stamina. I can’t get enough of the outdoors in Spring, it’s the best time of year for camping and long nature walks, veggie gardens and the smell of fresh flowery scents. It’s in the air, like a natural fertilizer for my hair and nails they grow like wildfire!

Spring makes me feel feminine. Spring encourages the best in me. Spring is something I look forward to for the other 9months of the year.

I do hope YOU enjoy this season as much as I do!

Ovulation

Friday 28th August 2009

‘Sex is natural, sex is good, not everybody does it but everybody should’ once said George Michael (I Want Your Sex)

Ovulation – The release of and egg cell from an ovary. Science tells me that this is my body’s way of announcing that is it ready to conceive. Hormones during this time tell me that I just need to get fucknasty!

My current query is whether it is better to have ones hair free flowing or tied back in a pony tail? Assuming I want my hair pulled a little during sex I am wondering if it is better to have it free and wild for a random ‘grab’ then pull or tied back so all 1.5meters of it can be wrapped around a hand, fist and wrist?

Today I rescued a very old cat from my backyard. How it got there nobody other than this tired looking furry creature knows. I heard the cat late last night whilst lying there naked in the darkness listening to the crickets and the faint sounds off in the distance of the last train for Brisbane pulling into the train station. I thought he was just cruising around amusing himself in the darkness (as cats do at night) however, I was wrong. The poor bastard was lost and there I found him this morning sitting in the corner of my yard, meowing and looking up at me in fear. If he could talk he would have responded to my soft calling with ‘Where the fuck am I?’ I gave him some water and a little of my own cats food (much to Bastets surprise and disgust) and let him inside. He walked on through my house and to the front door like he knew exactly where he was going. I let him outside, out front, then he hobbled on two doors down to where he obviously lived. He was a lovely Russian Blue breed I don’t think he had been outside in sometime.

Yesterday I bought a $2,000 washing machine/dryer combo. It’s sexy, it’s black and does more things than my computer could ever imagine to attempt. It has a steam cycle and a whopping 10kg capacity. I am more excited than Big Kev may he RIP. Now my towels will make those who use them tingle!

I wonder what it would be like to have sex in outer space, relatively no sound, zero gravity, having to hold on to your accomplice for fear of them floating away causing a desperate plight and struggle to have them remain inside you in symbiosis like a stag horn to a tree. Sounds like fun to me.

I have my washing machine; next on the list is a corset and nice big BBQ for my backyard.

I have washed my hair but have not brushed it today. Why is it that when you have very very long hair people love to comment, men love to run their fingers through it and it looks wonderful when let out to fly in the breeze like a sheet on the close line flapping in reckless abandon, yet no one ever offers to brush it for you???

I have masturbated once so far today, however, I am ovulating so expect to do the deed possibly a few more times before I lay my head to sleep. Currently I am struggling to type with one hand on the keyboard more often than not.

I just realised, I haven’t eaten, better go do that.

Ciao Bellas, fuck you all later! mmmmmmmmmmm

The Teacher and the Student

Thursday August 27th 2009

To have a duplicate persona that is different yet one and the same I have found to be handy among other things. This ‘other’ persona has been my little light in more recent times, my saviour and my sweet personal little mystery. Although being 100% ‘out’ as a sex worker over the past 5yrs using my real name and hiding virtually nothing has had so many benefits it wasn’t until this year I found myself craving a little (sometimes a lot) of anominity. Having a different persona allows one to be more of oneself and the using the duplicate only when necessary. The benefits of being myself over the years are far and wide but it’s something you cannot go back on.

Giving and receiving I am convinced is overrated. A good teacher will show the student how to catch a fish. The student then gains valuable knowledge in order to continue to survive rather than having one solitary fish caught for them for one meal. How does a teacher know when their methods have been fruitful? When the student can demonstrate that very skill and proficiency in doing so and doesn’t need them anymore? What if the student found themselves catching a fish they were forced to kiss and throw back time after time through lack of knowledge and practice because they didn’t listen? Is this the fault of the teacher or the student?

There is a fine line between arrogance and confidence I feel. Confidence feels wonderful for both the bearer and the audience – the flow and display, the air and grace of a bird in flight well practiced and always at ease, rarely if ever doubting its ability. Confidence is something to be admired.

It’s the very disruptive nature and dangerous murky water that sucks a personality into a bottomless pit like quicksand…….behold arrogance – loud and cocky with an insecure derivative, rearing its head when trying on the shoes of confidence only to find it has grown prematurely too big for its boots. Bathing in false attention and trying its hardest to be accepted for something it clearly is not.

Last night I cried. I chose to lose a friend rather than remain and try to familiarise myself with a change in their personality one that doesn’t fit (read trying to put a square block into a round hole) although I am harsh in my decisions, rather than forgive I try to deliver a message, a lesson in learning if you will, unfortunately this is often at my own expense also and I end up resenting that person more as a result of those very decisions – tis not the first time and won’t be the last – one of my faults and I own it and am guilty as charged. My student, my friend, still has much to learn.

I have read a few more hooker books this year and intend on doing some book reviews. The highlight this year has been ‘Nasty Girl – Sex Secrets of a Young Madam’ ISBN: 978-1-84739-630-3 couldn’t recommend this book enough although the last two chapters were of a grave disappointment; however, we are all entitled to our opinions are we not? Therefore, so is the writer.

I have been in my new home now for approximately 5months. Away from ‘High-rise Heaven’ or could that be ‘High-rise Hell’ There are a few things about this place that never cease to amaze me namely, I have 3 toilets and regularly read my books on at least two of them! My new home backs onto the bush and lately have been leaving out fresh meat for the crows, lovely birds, so confident and sleek, feathers so shinny like a new black sports car, curious yet weary birds with beautiful green eyes. There is one in particular that wants to communicate with me so he has demonstrated. If he could talk I am sure he would ask me my motive with the food and in the same breath allow me to know how grateful he is. I am certain the bird is male as male birds are always the prettiest – how ironic is nature?

Having not travelled in sometime I recently arrived home from a visit to Cairns and Townsville to see some family and regular clientele that I hadn’t realised until I saw them all how much I missed them. I almost caught up with a couple of girlfriends I haven’t seen in close to 15yrs!!! OMG! Next time we shall re-unite.

I have started a new book and will let you all know how that one went also when I start my Hooker Book Reviews.

For now it’s adios my friends but never finite……….

What’s Love Got To Do With It?

Friday 6^th March, 2009

Really, it’s merely a four letter word. Alright, so ‘all words have meaning and a definition’ you say? Why then is this word often misused, abused and misunderstood? Love, by my small Macquarie Dictionary 2009 – 1. A passionate affection for another person, 2. A feeling of warm personal attachment, 4. Tennis; nothing no score. With the exception of number 4 here I would like to touch on the former two definitions.

Can a mother or father justify beating (not smacking within a disciplinary role) their child because they came home after dark and let their dinner go cold by telling them they did this because they love them and fear their chances of being hurt or getting lost after dark are at an increase? No, in my opinion no, this is done out of fear not love.

When a woman comes home from a girls night out and wakes the next morning to her husband screaming and shouting obscenities and forbidding her to venture out again with her girlfriends thinking she might meet another man and commit adultery, threatening to take her credit cards away and her identification and the keys to the car does he do this because he loves her or because of his own insecurities? Does his wife agree and abide by his wishes because she feels the same way or does she do this because of some kind of fear? Fear of confrontation or what may happen if she did again? Is the glass half empty or half full?

It’s nice (another 4 letter word, hmmm) to think that love is what makes the world go around but to be true to the saying it really is gravity and orbit that play a role there. Metaphorically speaking what makes the world go around, I would say, is communication. I rarely use the word love, maybe in jest ‘I love Bloody Marys’ I suppose I do have ‘a passionate affection’ for them and they do give me ‘a warm personal attachment’ to them of sorts. I love a good I coffee too.

I much prefer to express my admiration and fondness for someone or something through actions.

I have packed a total of 9 boxes so far and it doesn’t feel like I am even close to ¼ of the way through my shit! Despite putting things in bags to give away to my friends and throwing crap out that is useless. My next move after this will hopefully be a permanent one!

Pork and vegetable stirfry for dinner this evening with rice as the staple

I have been asked to visit Alice Springs and seriously considering this, possibly soon.

I have some pics to be uploaded to my members area and I am so appreciative of the levels of patience most have had with my absence from there of late, they say it’s a virtueand you will be rewarded. Please login soon and regularly as there will be many additions and video to come soon! If you don’t know what I am on about then please email me for more information if you would like to be a part of this area on info@doyourselfafavour.com.au

I need new batteries for my vibrator they never last long enough!

What are YOU reading?

Wednesday 4th March 2009

Started reading a new book recently. I will confess to being a toilet reader. Yup, on the toilet is the only place I tend to find time and where I am the most comfortable reading. On the toilet I have come up with some of my best marketing slogans and campaigns and done much philosophising, pondering and brainstorming. I have a serious relationship with my toilet. Sometimes, when all I have to do is a tinkle I am there for just under an hour reading with no thought or concept of time, then, I find I need to tinkle again and I have an added convenience of already being there. How delightful. Anyhow, the book I am currently reading is ‘Callgirl – Confessions of a double life’ By Jeanette Angell. Yesterday I told a girlfriend of mine (retired sex worker) who said she once gave the book a bad review and gave quite good reasoning for this. For now, I am enjoying the book and I do rather like the way this woman expresses herself. I had a lovely little chuckle to myself when I read the following:

‘Okay. We need to interrupt this broadcast. I’m going to say something that may burst a few bubbles, but what the hell. You know how there are all these urban myths out there, like the alligators livg in the sewers and the kids who put the cat in the microwave and it exploded? Well, there are specialized urban legends. Well, anyway , there are sexual urban legends, too. Different ones for men and for woman, of course. And, guys, I’m here to tell you: we don’t get off on you watching two of us having sex together. In the privacy of our own intimate moments, we generally do not strap on oversized dildos and encourage our partners to engage in a plastic blowjob. I know that’s what you like to see. I know that is what you want to believe. But if you are ever sitting and watching two women doing that, you need to know that they’re doing it solely for you………..’ P55 – 56.

Yesterday I went to Bris for our monthly peer group organisation meeting. Was great to see a new face and see all the usual people who attend. Some exciting things are going to happen in Qld with the new service in times to come and I am looking forward to these positive changes and being a part of the process with a dynamic team. Our next meeting is on the Gold Coast this month and a couple more new faces will most likely be attending, we are growing slowly but surely and again this is all exciting.

I have been doing marketing for some adult industry workers (other states and not Qld) and must admit I feel very honoured to be part of their success and equally so when they express to me how happy they are when they are getting plentiful amounts of work. Good marketing certainly helps despite the global economic crisis, it’s not a solution but it certainly helps. For those interested, Marketing is another forte of mine www.robynleslie.com

I need a massage, this is my only complaint and desire today.

Until next my lovelies, stay safe, well, look both ways before crossing the road and be good to your mothers!

Happy Autumn Everyone!

Welcome to Autumn http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autumn the transition between summer and Winter. Those who know me are familiar with my fondness for Spring, however, a close second is the lovely Season of Autumn. Tis this time of year the boiling harsh temper of Summer soothes itself into sunny days with cool breezes, trees with leaves of brown, orange and green, neither too warm, neither too cold with a delightful breeze. It’s a time you can bike ride and exercise without the strain of the heat drenching ourselves in our own salty secretion, feeling uncomfortably hot and angry as a result. In Autumn you can still swim without feeling too cool, go for a Sunday drive and not have to use the air-conditioning, go for a walk and not have to wear a jacket. Pleasant is the operative word that comes to mind, next to Spring, Autumn is the most pleasant time of year for this girl!

Noodles, yup, the two min kind. That is what I am having for lunch today. A two min noodle sandwich. Not the most nutritional of foods and the ‘lazy way’ to lunch on a Sunday but convenient and quick.

I have cleaned out one cupboard and half packed one box and already my unit looks as though a terrorist attack has taken place. I have so much shit to pack I could house a third world country.

I am looking forward to my visit to Brisbane on Tuesday for a Crimson Coalition meeting. Things are flowing along nicely now that we have recognition from the Government and soon some funding coming through from Qld Health. I have made up 10 packs for outreach here on the Gold Coast and very much looking forward to doing that.

I have announced my first tour for this year to be in Sydney in April I do hope it is not too cool for me then I don’t much like going South too much past April.

Has anyone noticed the concentrated tiny packets of laundry powder supermarkets are now selling? I am not sure how I feel about this, although if it is to cut costs and save on packaging I guess I can understand that.

I was going to wash my hair today but have decided that will be one of tomoz tasks.

Reading a little Philosophy last night I came across this:

As a general rule the most successful person, is the person who has the best information.

Ignorance never settles a question.

It is knowledge that influences and equalises the social condition of humans.

Benjamin Disraeli (1804-81)

I am going to apply the above in some way very soon.

I went grocery shopping today and in the car park I exposed my right boob. There was a middle aged woman that was far less than impressed, I have decided that some people need to have more sex.

So, who named it Vagina and why?

As the sands run through the hour glass………..

Sex and the Economy

February 27^th 2009 * http://familycrafts.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?site=http://holidayinsights.com/moreholidays/February/nobrainerday.htm and is also the birth date of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow born 1807*

So it’s almost March 2009 and it seems I have not posted in my diary since 5^th July 2008! How are you all ever going to forgive me? I guess you will have to find it in your heart of hearts. Thanku in advance for your understanding, may I go on? I will thanku.

Back in September of 2008 I ceased my touring for a couple of reasons. I pressed pause right before the economic crisis hit us all feeling an economic punch of sorts about to happen with a decline in work let alone inquiries, the demise of security of so-called ‘secured’ bookings even with regular clientele. Not one consumer was to blame. Putting my ear to the ground I heard punters discussing the possibility of Escorts reducing their prices –which happened in a few cases, however, not to the degree they would have liked. I heard Escorts blaming others charging under $300, or under $200 per hour in many cases, those offering ‘quickie’ services, Asian Sex Workers and some street based workers offering blowies for $10. I heard some workers felt pressured into delivering services they were either not comfortable with or practising measures of services that were either dangerous to their health and wellbeing because the pressure to earn a basic living let alone a reasonable to well flow of business had become difficult and hit like a bomb with no time to run. After putting both ears to the ground I discovered that no one was to blame, those charging $10 for a blowie weren’t necessarily getting as many as they would have liked, those doing risky services too weren’t getting the influx of secured bookings and those offering quickies and reduced rate services too were not receiving the amount of work that which they desire. Some, occasionally did well, however this was pure luck and fluke if one believes in such circumstances, others were very lucky to have collected a nice database of regular clientele over their long or shorter time in the industry. The only inkling to a solution is to cut back on expenses. The punters are not going to punt if they are grasping onto their current jobs through fear of redundancy or looking at pay cuts when the mortgage doesn’t pay itself and the kids need clothing and schooling, forget about any special needs.

I was sent Stats about the influx of new workers entering the industry after loss of jobs or work or decrease in hours in different sectors and industries. Brothels closing their doors and dead shifts where card games and watching TV were becoming popular to pass the time.

I also pulled back on working tours because the travelling was taking its toll and for the first time in history I was occasionally finding myself homesick, my cat started asking me who I was!

Please, a moment while I make a lemon and lime green tea………….

Thanku for waiting. To conclude, there are predictions that the Adult industry will pick up around mid to late 2009, how much truth is in that or the pickup rate and if it will ever get back to some kind of normality only time will reveal.

Now, onto what I am doing – moving, yup I am in the process of moving albeit not for approximately 5weeks time but this is a major deal for me and for anyone I guess, particularly those, like myself, who have resided somewhere for 8years and confess to being a hoarder and have enough shit to house a third world country or have a bon fire lit for a century. I am forced to let go of the physical and the emotional ties I have with this little old shit box, original state, 1968 apartment that I have called home for so long. The memories the transitions and the sheer amount of sex I have had in this place! Unbelievable LOL I will miss it!

Don’t sweat I am staying on the Gold Coast it is my home.

My highly strung cat, Bastet is going to feel very insecure for a while I have raised him here for 4yrs, he is like my child *as I yell at him for scratching at the carpet, again!*

Anyone started watching the second serious of ‘Secret Diary of a Callgirl’?

Today I bid you good day and tomorrow is a brand new one,

Robyn xXx