IT'S MY PREROGATIVE
Entry posted by Roxanne Wilde
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WARNING! The following post is bound to get a few hackles up, which I both acknowledge & empathize with in advance.
I would like to drive it home that this is purely a physical attraction element for me. It's thankfully a very rare occurrence that can render sex a moot point. However, I feel compelled to stop a potential train wreck before we even leave the station. Thus, I consider it almost a duty of care to refuse a booking if I don't think it will work out.
It has nothing to do with such people on a personal level. I have no doubt that the people I'm rejecting are great with kids, giving to charity & kind to animals. However, I'm now mature & experienced enough to recognize what works for me, & what doesn't. My arousal watershed that can either make or break my passion, & I've learnt not to question that which cannot be truly explained - individual sexual attraction.
Some guys like blondes, some prefer redheads - same principle. If you wanted to hear a copout version of this explanation, it would go a little something like this - "it's not you, it's me!"
Thus, knowing that my professional reputation hinges on 'giving my all', I've chosen not to see particular clients who just don't 'do it' for me. I always promised myself that when this job stopped being fun, I would pick up my bat & ball & take my game elsewhere. I still hold true to that promise today, despite the occasional petulant (& persistent!) whinge that I'm sometimes subject to.
Lately, I have received a streaming barrage of abuse from a certain sector. They are people wishing to use my service who I refuse to see. Why? Because - in addition to crackpots, whingers, creeps & mean people - I do not cater for Indian, African or Middle Eastern clients.
To me, it’s a cut-and-dry subject: It’s my pussy & my choice.
I COULD go into intimate detail about WHY I choose not to see these people, but I prefer to leave it on a civilised note. You identify as one of these people? Well, more power to you. I wish you every future happiness. However, such happiness won’t be hinging on me riding you like a bucking bronco.
It still makes me smile when I come across people who try to reverse my personal preferences for their own gain. I sometimes entertain such attempts briefly, if only for my own amusement. I’m sure the thrill is in the challenge for such people. However, the end result is always going to be the same: NO.
NO now, NO tomorrow, NO forever.
Yet some people feel that greater offers of money will entice me to abandon my preferences. If anything, this has the effect of making me loathe them more. Am I to assume that you think of me as a cheap street urchin who will turn for a lazy dollar? Well if so, it is time for an awakening. Not everything revolves around money.
*collective gasps across the room*
I operate on a level of comfort. If I feel comfortable & secure with somebody, I will go above & beyond the call of duty in order to please. However, if all I want to do is run screaming from the room, you will NOT get me at my best. Isn’t it better, then, if we just forget the whole thing? I save myself potential embarrassment, & you save yourself a potential wasted dollar.
It makes perfect sense to me.
However, there is the odd Dopey Dora who chooses to push my buttons & risk my wraith. Such a specimen told me that my policy was racist, & he would ‘go on air’ to out me as being such a bigoted bitch. I encouraged him to do what he thought was right… but not to neglect mentioning he was attempting to visit a prostitute when the alleged discrimination occurred. If he didn’t mention this information, I WOULD. Strangely enough, I haven’t heard anything further…
So, stripped of my potential 15 minutes of fame, I sit here pondering why on earth he would want to fuck someone who obviously didn’t want to fuck him? In the past, I’ve had people walk when they’ve met me. Ironically enough, they’ve been Indian. I obviously just didn’t do it for them (thank God). However, I didn’t chase them down the street & DEMAND to know why I wasn’t good enough for them. Frankly, it was one less potential asshole.
Aren’t I entitled to the same courtesy?
Isn’t freedom of choice the right of EVERYBODY?
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