So, let me start by stating the obvious…I suck at blogging. Sorry it’s been so long since you’ve heard from me, I’d like to blame it on me being too busy but in reality it’s pure laziness. I have the worst self discipline than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s officially been a week here at The Bunny Ranch, and it really is nothing like I expected. The quiet between doorbell rings seems to grow and grow with each passing day, to the point that I almost came home early. It’s totally dead here, but even despite that, I love it. I love it so much that I want to stay, but I don’t want to be away from the faster paced, more exciting and stable life that I have waiting for me back home. Since I’ve last written you, I’ve had four more parties…all on Monday night. That’s a lot of fucking down time, ya know? I’ve been stuffing my face (I’m currently doing some damage to some soymilk ice cream right now) and I’ve been binging on Sex and The City (Am I a total Samantha or what?!). Unfortunately I still haven’t gotten more than 5 hours of sleep at a time, so I’ve been feeling pretty exhausted most of the night. But I can sleep when I’m dead, right??
Monday has by far been my favorite day since I’ve been here. I partied with a couple who was on their way to get married, made a virgin a virgin no longer, did a cockworshiping session, and got my brains fucked out. To say I was giddy does not do my headspace justice….I was on cloud 9 times 4. I fucking love what I do. And it’s more than just the sex, I love getting to be an experience for someone else. I love showing them how to escape, how to let go. There’s something so magical about being able to create a safe space for people to be able to show their deep desires, and then meeting those secrets with celebration and encouragement. It’s pure, genuine magic. And I feel so honored and blessed to be that person for some of these people, it’s not something I take lightly. And being here adds to the entire experience, because there’s others taking that journey with me. This place was built on celebrating the parts of ourselves that we’ve been taught our whole lives to feel ashamed of. I just wish the traffic was more consistent, I’m crossing my fingers hard that I have at least one other busy evening as such, because honestly these days kind of start to drag.
One of the things that I find really cool about being here is how the town acts towards us when they find out what we do. Back home it’s something I seriously have to think about when it comes to who I tell and who I lie to, but here, because it’s legal and out there for everyone to see there’s no need to lie about it. I told the cashier lady at Walmart why I was here when she asked what brought me to Reno and she didn’t even bat an eye. Just complimented me and wished me a successful trip. When my Uber driver picked me up this morning he ended up offering to chauffeur me around all morning, and even went on a special run to pick me up some Mexican food he swore I had to try. It’s the weirdest thing, it kind of feels like we’re admired a little bit…it’s like the legality completely discredits the stigma. It makes you wonder, does society stigmatize and isolate sex workers because of morals or does it actually have to do more with the fact that it’s breaking the law? My guess is a whole lot of both.
Tomorrow morning, 10:30 PST I’ll be part of a live stream with Alice Little and Jessica Weenie (a chef that competed on Chopped) where we answer questions, hang out, and do a mini cooking show. We’re going to be making vegan chili for a party we’re having tomorrow night. You guys can all catch us on Alice’s twitter, her handle is: TheAliceLittle. My hope is that the party brings a lot of guys to the ranch and that in turn it will bring a lot more guys into my bed….and hopefully this weekend ends up being a bit more busy and exciting. My trip seems to be dragging and flying by simultaneously, and I don’t quite know how that is.
I know my entry is shorter than most, and I do feel bad for the lack of excitement I have to bring you but straight up there just hasn’t been too much for me to write home about. Let’s all cross our collective fingers and toes that this weekend brings some debauchery with it so that we can all go to bed a bit more satisfied.. I love you all