I originally set this up as a place for me to post daily; whether or not anyone read it. This was always meant as a place for me to vent, rejoice, or regurgitate in one way or another. That being said: tonight was a good night, the type of which I have not had in quite a long time.
I was in my element; witty, fun, charming... I realize now that is was imbecilic for me to ever leave the clubs for a "legitimate" occupation. It was even stupider for me to allow myself to be pushed into management! Not that I was not good at being a manager, but I am so much better at being "the man behind the curtain"! However, this was the point of moving to Vegas, to reclaim the person I always knew I "should" be, not the person I allowed myself to become. The point is: I am back! I am once again the person I feel comfortable with, am happy being, and want to continue to be.
I enjoy this life; I can pay my bills, socialize when, with whom, and where I want, and have no guilt about who and what I am. Sex is an added bonus; especially since I do not have to worry about strings (most of the time, there is always that lady who wants "period" sex, but I earned my red wings long ago). The only thing that seems to be missing is someone who appreciates my "toys". Do not get me wrong, I love "vanilla" sex, but I miss exercising my skill-set! There really does not seem to be much of a BDSM scene here, unless you are willing to pay to get into a club. Okay, now I am just rambling, but I really wish I could find a fun, pain slut....
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