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Tuesday, March 12th 2024

Jazz hands

Why I detest musical theatre.

As a teenager I spent several years as an inmate, I mean pupil, at a famous performing arts boarding school.

This experience has led to my pathological dislike of all things "musical theatre".... C'mon, it's the lowest form of entertainment....hmmmmm, perhaps not. However, I cannot stand all of the forced smiles, the simple stage craft and the lack of true artistry. I want there to be some arti in my art as it were.

Give me a decent opera or ballet and you will look over and see tears in my eyes.

Therefore, on the grounds of good taste, I shall block anyone who invites me to a musical!!!!

(some people draw the line at anal sex or cross dressing, this is my line in the sand, no musical theatre, especially not Cats!)

Sunday, March 10th 2024

Sargent at the Tate

I am wondering if anybody would like to join me.

I adore Sargent’s work and would love to view the exhibition at the Tate.

I believe that it is open until July and even if I cannot find a friend who wishes to join me, I cannot miss it.

Xx

Saturday, March 9th 2024

Sunshine!!

I am delighted to be jetting off on my hollibobs this week.Woohoo!

A bit of winter sun is great for the soul.

Apologies to anyone who has messaged me and not heard back.

I have not been available and where messages are quite out of date, I tend to leave them and wait to see if the person makes contact again...... or I may have ignored you if you wrote something along the lines of, "Available???"

There are some charmers out there, messages like that never fail to make me come running, begging you to make an appointment as soon as possible, even at a discounted rate!

Anyway, I shall look forward to some peace and a good book!

I might even be tempted to post a picture of my tan lines upon my return. xx

Sunday, March 3rd 2024

Middle aged problems

I'm having so many family issues at the moment that I don't dare make forward plans.

One of my poor clients booked a hotel and I had to back out...I will pay for the next one.

My grandma is sick, my Pops is in hospital (doesn't look good) and I am struggling just to stay afloat.

Sweetly, and I don't wish to keep bashing the same mantra, my friends from this life continue to support me.

A person who I know from this just spent almost an hour on the phone telling me how to contact PALS.

See, this is a lovely thing, we are all human and I adore the connections that I am fortunate to make.

This is the best decision that I ever made, my only regret is that I didn't do it sooner. xx

Sunday, February 11th 2024

Inconsistent

Firstly, I can only apologise for having been quiet.

My lovely, yet somewhat feisty, grandma was admitted and, thank goodness, discharged from our local infirmary this week.

In all truth, as a family, we asked, is this the big one.....anyway, she is home, safe and as acerbic as ever, fantastic!

I, on the other hand, am not.

There is a horrid bug doing the rounds and I have been feeling dreadful.

This creates a dilemma for me.

These days I only accept outcalls, so if somebody has gone to the expense, time and trouble to arrange a venue, it is only correct of me to reimburse their expenditure should I fail to keep our appointment. (which I shall)

I'm considering only making myself available on the day, but I will only see two clients maximum per week and it's important to be selective.

Outcalls only complicate the matter.

Damn it, I'm going back to bed, I shall be mainlining Lemsip whilst hugging the labrador for dear life.

Tuesday, January 30th 2024

A love letter

Today I was thinking back over some of the most unexpectedly lovely times in my escorting career and into my mind popped the sweetest memory.

A client, who has left me a very kind field report became a good friend, back when I was in Birmingham.

He actually came to see me for one last goodbye meeting when he was due to move away for a job.

I digress.... the lovely memory was that we once enjoyed some time together and then both fell asleep, for about two hours!!!

It was unexpectedly intimate, comfortable and very human. Whilst asleep one is at their most vulnerable.

Nice memories.....they make me smile.

This experience is poles apart from the common stereotypes, I am happy, I love my job and I have the great privilege of being trusted by those I meet when they are raw and showing me their truest selves (as I do them) x

Tuesday, January 30th 2024

Unprofessional

I think that there may be decent grounds to expel me from the Institute of Terribly Common Hookers AKA the ITCH... it's a bit like the Magic Circle but we have better tricks. (kindly refer to my recent feedback!)

I have been away for a while but I keep falling in love with clients.....first rule of our lifestyle....NO FUCKING FALLING IN LOVE!!!!.... It's probably just a case of the ITCH being tickled, as it were.

It's just been a while since... well, since anything!

Help, please will the ITCH provide some counselling, or a weekend retreat, I am very much in need..... (damn, that's the problem!)

Help Please.

Monday, June 19th 2023

Cheery domesticity

Having recently decided to retake the plunge and resurrect Jessica I can't help but feel that life has moved on since I described myself with such self regard in my profile.

That's not to say that I am in any way deflated in the ego department, just slightly more seasoned!

I have reached a lovely, comfortable state of domestic bliss... no, not with a man, with a dog.

Mr. @in@l@Y is the pinnacle of male prowess... actually, that's a lie, he's a labrador, and I love him!

We are now ensconced in a lovely idyll, miles from humans and greatly enjoying the bucolic delights of our newfound hideaway.

Oh, but how I yearn for the city life! Why must we alway be so discontent?

It's because it's human nature to want it all, particularly in this day and age, where everything we desire can feel but a finger tip away. (I'm Mac, not PC!)

So, as I enjoy my new comfortable life, I find myself yearning for some bloody fun..... hence, I am back!!

Monday, July 12th 2021

She's Coming Home!!

Such a shame about last night's result in the Euro's, our gentlemen fought a brave battle and showed great dignity in defeat. Although the result was disappointing, I still feel very proud that we got so far and it was such a close run contest.

In better news, I am delighted to announce that although football may not be coming home (just yet) I shall be returning to my beautiful central Preston apartment on a regular monthly basis, having been absent since lockdown began.

I intend to spend the first week of every month in town and will not only be accepting incalls there, I shall also be available for outcalls and overnights.

As I am travelling from my home in the south I will be able to visit you en route if you are located anywhere between Dorset and Lancashire, and I shall also be offering outcalls to surrounding counties when I am in the area.What fun!!

My first available dates should be sometime in September, so if you haven't already, please add me to your hot list to get updates.

Have a great week all,
Jess xxx

Sunday, March 15th 2020

Relocation and touring

I'm delighted to announce that I have now relocated permanently to the south coast and plan on touring my favourite areas. I shall be found in Bournemouth, Southampton, Portsmouth and Oxford.

If you would like to suggest an area to tour please do drop me an email and as long as it is practical for me I shall arrange to visit your area.

I have to admit that with the event of Covid 19 I'm a bit reluctant to book anything too far in advance as we are of course, still not sure if or when we may end up in lock down.

I'm afraid that I shan't be touring in the north of England again for the foreseeable future but am looking forward to enjoying new adventures here in the south.

Sunday, July 28th 2019

Lovely people

I have just had the great privilege to have enjoyed attending my neighbours’ daughter’s wedding.

In honesty, I’m not really into weddings very much but I am learning and this lovely function was outstanding.

Each and every person at the celebration was so well behaved and genuine. I feel highly honoured to have been included, especially given that aside from two other neighbours, who the party have known for many years, I was the only outsider invited to join.

It was particularly special because, by 10pm, most people made their way to bed, it was not a boozy affair, marred by drunkenness, rather it reminded me of the continental way of celebrating, filled with family, love and respect…..naturally I was the last woman standing (at midnight!)

How I wish that British people could behave more like this.

I have gifted the poem that I penned for the bride and groom (see my last post) and spent half of the day attempting to “antique” pages of A4 with tea bags.

I mounted the “Kiss” poem and placed it in a mirrored frame. I do hope that they like it.

Saturday, July 27th 2019

I just want your extra time and your....

No kiss is bestowed without reason.

Kiss me long and kiss me deep.

Kiss away the tears that I only share with you.

Kiss away my pain and let me kiss your eyelids as they shut away the darkness.

Kiss the heart of me, my whole.
Kiss my body kiss my soul.

Kiss the kink in me
And beneath it the pain
Kiss me again and again and....

Kiss the sunlight as it cracks through the blinds
Kiss me when I’m cruel
Not when I’m kind

Kiss me because you know
Who I am
Kiss
Me knowing you
And not give a damn.

Kiss me further
Kiss me through years
Kiss my fear, my joy, my tears.

Kiss me not knowing where we may go
Kiss me as if I am all that you know.

But most of all kiss my promises
Shared with you with in all sincerity

Things won’t do that break us in two

Kiss me like I’m your last goodbye
Kiss me like you have never been kissed before

Scrap that

Kiss me like I’m your first fumbling kiss
Like a washing machine
With all of your heart as though seventeen.

Actually I don’t care

Just kiss me and show me your soul.

Monday, July 22nd 2019

Back of my dress tucked into my pants.

I feel quite honoured and a bit over confident today.

I received a lovely email from a chap who begged me to continue to write, it was lovely, delightful, he massaged me in my special place, my ego, who can resist that?

Following that intense high, where do I find myself? I'm 45 minutes from a meeting and typing this on Ye Olde Computerie, the one I keep in my "office" in case of thieves.

Something happened recently, I made the decision that I want only to speak from my heart, not as the hooker and not saying the things that I think my readers want to hear.

I cannot be ingenuine any more. If you, my readers, are willing to share your time perusing my musings, I have a responsibility to make this readable and real.

There will be, from this point hence, no more pointless blogs stating where I will be and what I am doing in a business sense.

I intend to share the real stuff.

I must, however, now attempt to make myself beautiful but rest assured, I have the next three blogs firmly in mind.

Kisses,
JJ xx

Saturday, July 20th 2019

First world problems

Far far too many glorious affairs.

……All of us fantasise about retirement.

I decided when I was 17 that I was going to retire in Tuscany, to half-restore a beautiful crumbling old building and sit under my vines each evening drinking the fruits of my labour.

So, here I sit at 40 and it isn’t quite how I imagined that life would pan out but that’s ok, in fact, it is very ok.

One has to be adaptable and life is subject to change.

My plans haven’t altered all that much, it is just that circumstances have a tendency to get in the way.

When I was 17 I was caught up in biographies written by people who had experienced their mortality and were coming to the twilight of their years, however, it was almost as though I wanted to wish it all away and get to that elusive good part at the end.

What I have learnt along the way however, is that the very best of it , is what happens along the way.

As cliched as it clearly is to make this statement., experience has taught me that, if I just keep my eyes open, life truly is about the journey, not about the destination..

That said, I still want my toes to be golden with sun tan, my shoulders to be covered in age spots that speak of many lazy wasted days bathed in the Sun God’s golden rays.

I want to enjoy the richest of red wines, aged to perfection, embibed as I bake like a slave to the last of Apollo’s golden rays, greedily stealing the sunlight as it rushes away from me before creeping majestically over scorched golden hills, earth stealing his last cup of golden sunlight from another glorious day.

The best line that I ever heard, or one of them at least, was taken from a film, apologies, I forget the name, but the line was, “ Oh God, not another fucking beautiful day!”

It’s a tricky old business being in my tricky old business.

I do adore the experiences, the love affairs, they are all unique and all so wonderful.

More than that, I really do relish the freedom but this young girl is getting old and I believe that retirement may be looming.

I want the sunshine and the wine and the peace and the birds and the garden that I would work so hard to cultivate.

I want my crumbling old building and my big old range to cook on.

First world problems eh?