New direction, no not One Direction the boy band. How dare you bring them up! The NEW direction is me or rather this site. Say good by to Confessions Of A Message Board Hooker and hello to Jenny DeMilo.com. The archives will stay and there is lots of great material i spent many years writing, venting and all around just saying what i think. Be sure to check it all out. I wrote about the escort world from the perspective of someone in it long before it was fashionable to do so and i id it under my working name. Also a rarity that exists even today. I was a GFE escort, i am not one any longer. Though i suppose i the eyes of the world i will always be a whore. Its what happens to all sex workers. Work once and forever be a whore. I however worked more then once, i was an escort for years. I am not one any longer. I now work as a Hypno-Dome and professional Dominatrix. So yes i’m still a sex worker but now im on the legal side of the business. Its different and though I no longer get naked with strangers for cash, sex work will always be a part of who i am. I will always fight for the rights of sex workers and my big mouth.. that will never go away. I may still vent and tell it like it is in this blog but odds are it wont be about escorting and the escort world too much as thats not my focus any longer. Don’t be sad though there is plenty to be upset about and vent about in the hypno-domme world. Most importantly how payment processors and financial institutions want to drive us from being able to actually access services that we need to run our very legal business. See theres that once a whore always a whore thing popping its head up again. So if you were a fan of my speaking my mind, that will not stop. I couldnt even if i wanted to.
My focus is hypnosis fetish session recordings and im pretty good at it if i do say so myself. I have a unique style that just screams “Jenny DeMilo” Welcome to my new direction.
I’m always starting new projects, its something I do to keep life interesting. I’m always cooking up some new idea, sometimes I give these ideas away to people I think would make a lot out of them sometimes I horde them all to myself (I have been called a digital hoarder) Recently though a series of quips and events the advent of a new collaborative blog aimed at giving no nonsense advice to sex workers or those thinking about being sex workers came to fruition. Savannah Darling a hot momma I have been acquainted with for a few years now (wow time moves fast) called me her “Fairy Whore Mother” on twitter when she needed a little reassurance in regards to a client negotiation. I was so tickled to be called this that I bought the domain. I really didn’t know what I was going to do with it (Digital hoarder!) but I did buy it. Soon after the lovely Lauren Kiley came to visit me here in the other side of the world (so nice to see my friends from CA) and we came up with how to put the Fairy Whore Mother domain to use. There’s a need for real advice from real sex workers. Add all the anonymous blogs popping up offering advice (much of it questionable) to sex workers and we really though we might be on to something. We fleshed out the basics over a couple of pitchers of margaritas and Fairy Whore Mother was born. Savannah agreed to be a part of it and Lauren headed off to fetish-con where she enlisted the help of Whitney Morgan…score!
Yes, I’ve often given my thoughts on sex work here in this blog and i will continue to do so but now you can get other smart, savvy, amazing sex workers (real ones with cred) opinions on good ways to work, good ways to stay safe, good ways to increase business, good ways to stay sane in an often insane niche of the world. Bookmark it, read it, comment on it, link it, help me get the word out. I promise it will be entertaining and informative.. it might even be useful.
I was contacted by a masters student at a very prominent British university. She let me know that she was writing her masters thesis on blogging and identities in sex work and asked if she could interview me. In the same letter she let me know she was using my blog (yes, this blog) in her research. I was intrigued. After looking her up to make sure she was legit I agreed to be interviewed. The interview was fun, I liked her right away. It was clear she had put some thought into her questions and research. She asked smart questions and made some rather interesting observations about me and my blogging and really whats more fun then talking for an hour with a smart person about what I love… Writing.
Yes, I write in real life. Yes, my work is published, no I wont tell you how to find it. It got me to thinking about why I continue to blog. I started blogging because I had something to say. Working in the sex business, the community forums were (and still are) full of he man women haters and I got tired of being bullied by keyboard warriors online because I had an opinion. I continued to blog because I got great feedback from other women in the business who said they were supportive of me because I often said what they wanted to say but were afraid to. I felt for those women I needed to keep up the good fight and I continued.
Yes, this is how i type too
But why do I continue to write in this blog? I dunno. I find I do it less and less. I dont wanna say the same things over an over. I guess I had hoped after a while that this blog would help me write about this business, my business in other ways, on other platforms and in a very small way i guess it did. I was interviewed by legitimate papers, I was quoted in national magazines. I was also poo poo’ed by the very same peers who encouraged me to fight the good fight, for being too controversial. When a group of them started a collective blog about sex work it was suggested by one of the members that I be invited in, the others dismissed me out of hand because I was too divisive. Even though I have more professional writing experience then many of them, even though I was often praised for speaking out about sex work when others were afraid to. I was too controversial, too outspoken, too divisive in their eyes. Not because they thought I was a bad writer, or because I always forget to capitalize my lower case i. It felt personal and it didn’t feel very good at all. It hurt my feelings and still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth when I see their url pop up unsolicited in my daily Internet browsing. I’ve tried to be supportive, I’ve tried to be happy for their success. But really I’m just not, I’m not happy for their success, I wanna be but I’m just not.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing this entry now. Sour grapes? Maybe. Having been an early outspoken sex worker blogger I took a lot of lumps for pulling the curtain back. I was stalked, harassed, hunted and bullied but I kept on fighting the good fight and speaking the truth as I saw it, My truth. I blazed a bit of a trail and I’m pretty sure i will never be recognised for that, for my small part in the grand scheme how ultra cool it is now to be a sex work blogger.