We all make mistakes but generally not such basic, rookie ones. She handled it with grace but I shouldn’t have made it in the first place. I uttered the dreaded words ‘for your age’ not only to someone I admire but in front of our client.

As you can tell, I’m sure, my filter between idea and iteration is frayed. Particularly when I’m nervous or flustered. I tend to spit out whatever I’m thinking when it might be better to say nothing at all.

In my apologetic email, I tried again and again to explain myself but everything I wrote just dug me deeper into my hole. I’m kind of like the guy who thinks ‘doesn’t she look great in that tight dress? She’s got such great curves and that dress is so tight so it shows them off. I like her and I like that she looks really hot. Sausages are curved and juicy with a tight casing that makes them look so tempting. I like the way they look and taste. I would like to taste her, too, mmmm.’ And then says “You look like a sexy sausage.” Yeah, that guy? That was me with one of my heroes.

Most of the men and women I spend time with, many of the people who most inspire me, are significantly older than me. It amazes me when I find out their age and, far from lowering my opinion o them, it magnifies it. Very few providers admit to their true age partly because there’s this stigma against aging beauty. For some ridiculous reason, people think that 40, 50, 60, 70, even 80 and above are inherently limiting and there’s this perception that they are less sexually interesting. That’s patent bullshit. I can’t even wrap my head around the idea of aging as a negative in itself. I look at myself five years ago, realize how much I’ve grown since then, and realize that I have at worst EIGHT MORE of those five-year growth cycles.

Over the last five years I have: struck out alone in a new city, explored multiple aspects of the sex industry, achieved a professional certification, discovered and confirmed a life partnership, guided a protégé to safe professional stability, grown my social circle, traveled Europe, set and achieved emotional and financial goals, helped heal and entertain hundreds of beloved clients, and begun writing a book. Imagine the next five years! And the five after that!

However, in this case it was a comment about my colleagues physique. I was marveling that her form was, in my opinion, higher quality than mine. I’ve recently gotten my hands on several of my colleagues and one theme is how much more attractive I find them than myself. I’m sure a small part of it is novelty but they are genuinely in better shape with firm, beautiful busts and tight bottoms, and not only are they in better shape than me but they don’t have the advantage of youth. Also they are all waaaaay more in touch with their sexuality than I am. I feel like I’m cheating. I feel, not ashamed of my youth, but that I need to step up my game if I’m going to look half as good as they do once I reach their level. Of course what comes out is ‘you look amazing for your age’ which is the shittiest, douchiest, most backhanded ‘complement’ known to woman.


Also: you get a two-fear this week since I missed last week’s posting time. Sorry.