Hi! I just got back from San Francisco. This trip was not very lucrative, unfortunately. I only had three sessions! I think the Backpage disaster has (temporarily) torpedoed my business. Now that Backpage is letting users advertise for free, there are about 6X the ads there were a week ago…the market is flooded.
But I’d much rather Backpage provided FREE ads than shut down it’s “adult” ad services altogether.
(Note: Backpage gets a bad rap, in my opinion. People say it’s sleazy and unprofessional and low-rent, but I’ve met some of my all-time BEST clients on Backpage! FORTINBRAS and MR. WOLF both contacted me through Backpage!)
Speaking of great clients, I have a short tale to tell of a new client I saw last night! Since Therapist Jung threw my job and all my clients under the bus, I wanted to share this story of an awesome guy and a session that was nothing but happiness for all!
I don’t know what to call him….”Hot Asian Motocross Client”? That’s too long…”Berkeley Grad Federal Agent”? That’s too long, too!
The man made an appointment, passed the screening process with no problems, totally transparent, and showed up on time…
He knocked on the door and I let him in.
He was wearing–GET THIS–a hawt as hell motocross jacket, black with red shoulders and stripes (nothing too flashy, it was very svelte and understated), jeans, and hawt new black leather motocross boots!
ARRRRGH why don’t men wear this stuff every day…?! It should be a LAW for men to wear it! A LAW, I am telling you…!
He was carrying his motorcycle helmet in his hand, and he was wearing GLOVES, man!
He was an Asian gentleman, maybe 50 years old…? He was just a little taller than I am, so about 5’11”. His face was plain, and deeply lined, but it had a lot of character and it was expressive and interesting to look at, which is what is most important to me. I know some women don’t find Asian men to be very attractive, but I’ve always liked the way they look. He had a trim, athletic figure–moved very well, great posture.
He apologized for carrying his helmet, and said that he couldn’t leave it with his bike on the street because it would be stolen.
I took it from him and found a place for it, and then offered to help him with his jacket. We started to make conversation about his motorcycle–I know a little about them, because my Uncle and Brother have them, and my Uncle taught me how to drive them. I took off his jacket and hung it in the closet. I got to touch his jacket, and talk about it with him. It was KEVLAR, he explained–lighter, and more breathable in the summertime than leather.
(I wish I could have put it on and rolled around in it, like I did with Mr. Wolf’s, but I just met this guy, and that would have been unprofessional. Though, I bet you that he’d have let me do it.)
I gave him a bottle of water, and we started talking.
Hot Motocross Client was a brianiac with an excellent sense of humor who spent 20 years as a Federal Agent working in LE in Washington, DC! And the best part is, he didn’t have a “cop” mentality! He was, like, a sensitive, skeptical, and self-aware cop! A cop with an understanding of political power! I wish they were all like him!
“Have you ever met an ATF Agent? THEY’RE THE WORST! Knuckle-dragging fascists (YES he actually used that phrase! I am not making it up!) who always side-eyed me because I’m Asian! But, you know what? I grew up here, I paid my dues, I know exactly what I’m looking at!”
I was howling in laughter in the chair by the desk. We talked and talked like two birds in a tree. He liked me so much that he extended for an hour, so that we could keep talking.
Then it was time for the session.
I told him to take off his shirt, because it was time to start.
Then I did something: I offered to help him off with new black leather moto boots.
He said, “Well, sure! That’s very nice of you!”
I told him to lay back on the bed, and I GOT TO TAKE OFF HIS BOOTS!!!
(squirming in joy)
They were Italian! Short–I just unzipped them and pulled em, and them came right off, unlike Mr. Wolf’s, whose took some muscle power.
They were beautiful.
He took a quick shower, and then we did the session. It was a fetish session–obviously, if he’d been a submissive client, I would not have treated him that way. I don’t want to talk about his fetish because I don’t want to violate his privacy. I will say, though, that it was a totally harmless non-exploitive fetish. It was a PG-13 fetish…maaaybe Rated-R.
I don’t go to work to meet my own needs or desires–though I always empathize with my clients as much as I can, as long as the clients are safe, and I try to find something lovable or charming about each of them–but ever now and again, I meet one that “clicks,” and it’s so much fun. I know my job is to be there for the client, and not the other way around…but…this was nice.
Hot Motocross Client left floating on air. And so did I.
And I know it’s an anecdotal experience, but Jungian Analyst can eat it.