Dear David, my life as a gay prostitute is not easy at all. A client just beat me so hard on the street, in the middle of the day, in the center of London and no one says anything. I was very close to dying.
If I was socked? If I was surprised? I don’t remember. All I remember was that my face was covered in blood. I don’t remember how that happened. The next thing that I remembered… I was in the ambulance on the way to a hospital – ME as an emergency.
I make good money as a sex worker, but I still have a soul. I still have a heart. But, who cares? We love so many labels that we use to put labels on people also.
I am not ashamed of who I am. I am selling my body for money trying to make my life easy and to help my family with money. I will not do this forever. This is not my dream job for sure.
I start this blog as a therapy to help me and make my life easy. And I hope that my readers will understand that being a prostitute is not a pleasant life. None of us wants to be a prostitute.
My life is full of bullshit that I take it most from my clients.
When I start this blog I hoped that someday this project will be a success and then all these posts can be arranged in a book and later can be a movie or a serial. On Netflix or Amazon… Yes, I know. I am a dreamer. But only my dreams keep me alive and not to become crazy.
So, that client that beat me on the street and broke my head that I was very close to dying… he tries to kill me. his reason? I don’t know. And I don’t want to know. Maybe was too high. I don’t know. All I know is that I will not ever meet that guy again. But, what is sad is that he is free and who knows which one will be his next victim. Because I didn’t go to the Police. What I should tell them?
We are at the end of 2019 and prostitutes /escorts/ sex workers are treated like the most horrible person on earth. All the time we give pleasure only. I try all the time to satisfy all my client’s wishes. And believe me, it is not an easy job at all.
One of my wises for 2020 is to be treated with a bit of respect. Did I ask for too much?
Otherwise, I am not complaining. I am working a lot. Even now for the holiday. The older, the smarter, the wealthier they are, the nicer. Others are just great pretenders.
My huge happiness is when I can send money and gifts to my mom and to my family. They are my reason to go further. To forget about physic or psychic pain. When my heart is hurt.
I cried and I will always cry before I sleep. I make my pillow wet. But who knows that? Who cares?
Yours,
Il Principe AG
PS
I am writing in this… bad English because I don’t know better English. It is not my mother tongue. But Bad English is still Good English! And I prefer to be better with tongue doing other… stuff. 🙂