spooning her and lightly patting her bottom, to comfort her, to show affection, as sheâd always done to me. It seemed to me an extension of a hug. Two pats in, she almost jumped from the bed.
She says she was made to feel guiltyâby her motherâon the two or three occasions when, as a child, she saw her birth father. They were reunited about ten years ago and continued to have a relationship until he died recently.
Just like her mom, at nineteen my mom had a daughter, whom she gave up for adoption. (Vivian and Errol sent my mom to a pregnancy home in Kentucky to hide herself/it.) This half sister of mine, Sallie, found my mother about eight years ago. They have a relationship now, seeing each other when my mom goes to Detroit, and sheâs come to Seattle to visit. I think they speak about once a monthâprobably more than my mom and I do. Sallie wants to meet me. Not interested. That probably sounds really cold, but Iâm just not.
I think my mother felt that Errol never loved her. In fact, about twenty years ago she discovered that eventhough Errol adopted her, she wasnât in Errol and Vivianâs will; only Sarah and Eleanor were. I believe there was a confrontation and that was changed; Iâm not sure.
Starting when I was around nineâto get my mom to stop drinkingâIâd imitate her drinking and vomiting episodes from the night before. Tucking me in at night, sheâd be drunk, alcohol on her breath, her dead weight next to me. Iâd tell her to brush her teeth. Didnât matter. She wasnât thereâ¦
After a week of drugging herself to near death in her room last summer when I was visiting, she appeared one morning with smeared lipstick on her mouth, a wild, high look in her eyes, and a crazed smile on her face, saying, âHi! Good morning, everyone!â She was fine , so happy , so joyous , and was letting me know with that smile that nothing was going on and nothing had been going on over the past five days. I can still hear it in her voice over the phone and donât trust that sheâs ever really going to come off her pain meds.
Iâm jealous of people who have no need or desire to blot things out. (You really never drink more than one glass of wine with dinner? Thatâs so weird, David!) Iâve taughtmyself how to not feel unpleasant things. Iâve suffered from horrible panic attacks since, really, forever. As a young child I didnât know what they were. I just thought I was dying all the time. For years and years Iâve been trying to reprogram myself to feel things, pleasurable things. I used drinking, and still do, as a way to calm the negative noise and go into a celebratory mood: Look how lucky I am to be where I am despite it all. Life is great! (Iâm sober right now, by the way.)
January is No Vices month for William and me. No coffee, no cigarettes, no booze. My skin is all broken out, and I look like hell. I feel hyperactively awake, nervy. I feel super-sharp mentally, which I really like, but sometimes itâs just too loud in my head. My normal state is like a person on speed. I drink to calm that down. Iâve been exercising and that just gives me even more energy. I long to feel fucking tired . Iâm just never relaxed.
So how long have you been in the business?
About three years.
Do you enjoy your work?
Definitely.
Do you like it more with men or women?
Oh, men, of course.
Do you prefer vaginal or anal sex?
Vaginal. If I can avoid anal, all the better.
Do you like being peed on?
I donât get into any of thatâS&M, domination, anything that deals with pain. Thatâs just really not my thing. And I wonât do it.
Have you ever done any of these things weâre talking about?
Yes.
What happened?
I just donât get excited by those things. I enjoy sex a lot, just not that way.
Have you always enjoyed sex?
I lost my virginity when I was twelve and Iâve always really
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