For once in my life I’m exceptionally free. I have my books, but that is a very portable business. So I can indulge my wanderlust like never before.
I’ll spend the next [insert time frame here] exploring sex work. Since I would probably be a target if I publicly did this in the US, most of my new experiences will be in other countries.
But there is one experience in the US available to me: Nevada brothels.
I’ve resisted the idea for a long time. There are many, many things to dislike about the legal brothel system in the US – including their disdain of us wild, diseased indies. I’ve recently been introduced to a female brothel owner, Bella. She came to the Desiree Alliance Conference and gave a great presentation about working in her brothel (as always, I didn’t take notes. As always, I wish I had.). She’s very supportive of working women and very female-friendly. So either her brothel is going to be a great environment, or she will simply have been the best salesperson.
I’ll be at Bella’s for two weeks, starting tomorrow (due to paperwork/testing, it will probably be Thursday or Friday before I hit the floor). Yes, I’ll be blogging. Yes, she allows me to take my laptop and has WiFi. She encourages us to be our own bosses. No, I’m not under the illusion I’ll be Miss Independent at her brothel. I am hoping for a good experience all the way around.
Yesterday was preparation day. One of the things I did was go to Wal-Mart for cheap condoms. I bought 3 12-count boxes of Magnum XL (slightly larger than Lifestyles Large) and 2 24-count boxes of regular Durex. This is Wal-Mart — no Snugger Fits, Pleasure Plus or Avanti. My shopping basket had five boxes of condoms, then I added a big bottle of KY Liquid, hairpins, lip gloss, waterproof mascara, hand lotion and combination locks (for my luggage and/or locker).
As the cashier rang me up, I took another look at my purchases.
Condoms, lube, makeup – I am so hooker.