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Down in The Dumps

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 16, 2008 by Bree

I need to stop reading the tabloids and disconnect the internet, because l’affaire Spitzer is making me depressed.  Really, really depressed.

Even the more measured pieces are followed by comments that are unbelievably disheartening to me.  After more than two years, it still hurts that, to so many people, we’re nothing but scum who deserve Old Testament-style punishment.  Why do they hate us so much?  I really think these are the same people who bomb abortion clinics and wear t-shirts proclaiming “God Hates Fags”.

I corresponded with a friend in Europe last night.  He said that a lot of the venom comes from jealousy, both of Eliot Spitzer’s ability to afford that kind of coin, and from Ashley Dupre’s ability to to earn it.  I think he’s probably right.  But I still don’t feel sorry for the man.

I don’t know how I feel about her.  I try to put a price tag on forever having my name, my whole being, associated with one night of my life, and I just can’t do it.  I’d like to think that the tattoo above her money-maker, tutela valu, or “fair value”,  is wry, highly self-aware commentary, and that the public will find out that they have severely underestimated her.  I hope she’s carefully considering her options, and that she gets as much money as possible out of whatever decisions she makes.  I don’t think she’s stupid, because if she is, she would have blabbed to the media already, like that Brazilian bimbo.

Now that I’ve elaborated on why I think men do it, my next entry will detail some of what motivated me to work as an escort.  Stay tuned.

Hi. I’m Bree.

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on March 14, 2008 by Bree

This is the third blog I’ve started. I abandoned the other two, because I have a little problem with things like schedules and routines. It’s also not very important to me to be perceived as a sexual outlaw or to have an audience. I am not an attention-seeker, or a writer of erotic (or unerotic) fiction (or nonfiction). I’m not a writer, period, but I do like parentheses, semi-colons, and em dashes, as you will see.

I started this blog because of the scandal surrounding the former New York State governor, Eliot Spitzer, and the young woman who has been outed as his prostitute on the evening of February 13th, 2008, Ashley Alexandra Dupre. I’m really irritated with the media right now, with all of the supposed “experts” pontificating on why men see escorts or why women work as prostitutes. I’m beyond irritated. I’m fucking pissed, and I want to set the record straight, based on my experiences working as a prostitute, or escort, or call girl, or whore, or whatever, for three years. Also, I have Type B Influenza right now, and I’m bedridden with nothing better to do. I’ll probably post about six times today and tomorrow, and then I’ll never post again.