Good morning, everyone. How are we doing today. Hope you're all well-rested and adequately medicated this morning.
Yes, I held JimDandy out at an extra-special grandfathered rate. It's all part of my great conspiracy where I act like it's my body and my rules. JimDandy didn't want to play along. Shall we examine?
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First, he starts by calling me girl. I know the old guard has problems with calling women they don't know 'women' but I've respectfully asked that people not call me girl. For those who still have issue with this stance, may I refer you to
the first thing I found when I googled 'calling women girls.' We've been over this, but for quick reference, if I called an adult man 'boy' while he was at work, I'd have difficulty (living with myself, and) obtaining his enthusiastic service. Good start.
He continues to grovel and beg for a grandfathered rate while recognizing that he shouldn't and that I can say no to that request. This is something I like calling 'forgiveness over permission.' He recognizes he's in the wrong, tells me that, and still proceeds with his actions. I have a recent tweet on this about how acknowledging you know better isn't the same as doing better.
I reply professionally to show him that I take this job seriously and, to avoid getting into rates, I inquire about his Perb handle because he says he's a regular follower. There are a small mountain of perberts here who know that I show them nothing but love, titties, and first choice on tour destinations. I'm also asking so I can see who he conducts himself in regards to reviews and such. Nothing wrong with that. He asks not to be judged on his posts. That's not really how screening works, but if he had a regular history of posting good reviews and engaging civilly, he may received his discount session. Fun fact: I do discount sessions for those in need or those in good standing. I'd rather have a fun time with someone who's lovely but can't afford the rates than a meh time with someone who has the extra dollars to throw at me and have their way. Crazy, right?
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He mentions that there's a recent thread he's not proud of. As a citizen of the internet, I completely understand. I ask him to explore that because, since I have other things to do and sifting through all of his replies is a waste of my time, I'd like to explore what and why he had regrets about it. If he can show himself to be of good judgment, even if he occasionally lets the odd dumb thing slip, we might be good to go here.
Instead, he dodges. He wants to tell me in person. He doesn't understand that he's being screened, in the same way that him reading up everything on me on LL and Perb was his way of screening me. Bad charity case!
...and he offers a same day booking. A same day booking. I have other things to do. It's like when they tell you that being a lawyer is very rarely and very briefly being in court--I'm not usually having sex. I'm usually doing admin, mentoring new sex workers, cleaning an incall, doing writing projects, engaging in advocacy work, shuttling people around the city (as one of the few people I know with a car and the free time to go to the airport at 2pm on a Wednesday), and maybe having a small little bit of my own life. Perhaps you've seen some of my recent carpentry work!
I give him another opportunity to get it together, and another chance to talk about his regretful post. He doesn't take the hint. Womp womp.
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This seems to be the text exchange with which he has some feelings.
He starts with "Elsi" instead of girl, so we've made progress. He makes a joke remarking about how he's aware I will skin him if he acts up, good news. He seeks an hour session. I offer him the $300h. Why? Because he'd said he'd save up and he didn't seem to learn from his past indiscretions and I'm still not comfortable seeing him after our last exchange. He tries to tell me my rate, a very bad idea, and I lay down the hammer. JimDandy seems shocked that I still have our last convo handy and I've noted what happened.
So he asks for a thirty minute rate. For which I quote him $350. Anyone who's read my twitter (hi, ndillinger!) knows that this isn't out of character for me. I'm not trying to make things happen for him anymore. I've already wasted enough time on a negotiating bargain-hunting non-client who can't answer basic questions. What should happen if I invite him over and a condom "disappears" because he doesn't think the rules apply to him? What if I don't want to give him my address?
He seems to offer me the chance to blame it on a bad day, smooth, and reiterates that Elsi Dawson fucks like a champ. And then decides to double down on "I can't afford it."
Friends, I have a thing about fighting over fifty bucks--I know, it's crazy, but hear me out--it's a waste of my time. Especially in this hobby, fifty bucks should be the least of your concern. If you can't afford the last fifty, or you need to rebudget, save up, and try again another time, do that. But I'm not interested in discussing it. Save up or ship out. I have other things to deal with.
I tell him him why I dislike him, what he could have done, and why he feels like a threat to my safety. And, in not so few words, to fuck off.
That was last week. And now he's starting up again because he's continued to lurk around the internet, watch me employing free speech and get a hate-boner at Elsi for being Elsi. This is a simple case of the difference between a slut and a bitch-- a slut fucks everyone, a bitch fucks everyone but you.