Well, I spent three nights up in Edinburgh. I had hoped to get some work while I was up here... what I got instead was a couple of guys who thought I was in London, and another couple who wanted to haggle my prices... down to £30. From my usual rate.

Heh. Yeah, right. I mean, I knew there was a stereotype of Scottish people being cheap, but this is kind of ridiculous. In fact, one guy actually went to far as to call ME cheap- after he tried to haggle me down! Crazy. And when I said no he pulled the whole "oh well you're fat so I'm glad, I didn't want to see you anyway" shit.

And you know what it reminded me of? Attitudes in the US. What's in common? The amount of stigma and judgment around sex workers. Yay.

Also, the internet at the hotel I was at was really sketchy, making it difficult to stay in touch with people. My phone, too, couldn't connect for any length of time. I haven't really spoken to the boy at all for over a day, which makes me feel a bit sad and wistful (though maybe just as well). I miss him.

But it wasn't all bad. Actually, it was kind of awesome. Why? Cause I got a nice break away from London for a while, had some fun, and actually had time to relax. Once I realized I wasn't going to get any paying clients, I decided to take a bit of R&R, and I feel a lot better. I've cooked a lot of nice food for myself, had lunches out (including at a carvery, nom), drank lots of cider, and am about to take a nice bath while skimming the UK Playgirl and reading "Butch is a Noun". And I got up to some frisky fun as well! So... yeah. It was a nice little trip.

At the same time? I'm really glad to be going back the the slightly more sex-work-positive London! Thankfully my divorce is basically sorted so I'm free to move on, and I'll be settled in the US for a while, til at least mid October. I have a lecture to give after all!