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Originally Posted by am-a-pleaser
My business requires the utmost confidentiality. Not only the laws I that govern me, but professional ethics and my personal sense of right vs wrong. I have learned things about providers and hobbiests that will go with me to my grave.
In a realm where honesty, trust and confidentiality is relied upon, I think you should remove yourself from this forum and not write about anything unless that person (and all others associated with it) gives you explicit permission. You are, of course, free to write about your own personal experiences.
Yet another reason to guard what's said in discussions.
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The beauty part of being a writer is you can write about anyone or anything, you don't need permission. And so be aware the veil between your world and mine is easily pulled aside. Consider the mantra of any decent computer hacker: the truth wants to be free.
Personally, I think I am drawn to this forum because I love the idea of beautiful women living sexually free lives. In my imagination, I would find a beautiful escort who would trust me to be her confidant. But, I know that is only just a fantasy. As for both the men and the women, I sometimes imagine what the life within the hobby is like. And, I see some parralels with my own in that there's a certain degree of loneliness. A writer spends hours and hours in solitude, trying to spin out stories of people that often exist only in your mind. And professionally, I am an outsider because you can't allow yourself to get too close, you become biased. And, most of the people who become your friend do so only for false reasons, politicians, artists, publicists and the like. They just want to be in the spotlight; it has nothing to do with me.
I'll end this little converstation with a story. I was riding down I-45 in a convertable this afternoon and saw a group of motorcycle riders. It wasn't the low loud Harley motorcycles, but the fast Asian type. One of the riders came next to my car and pulled the bike into a wheelie which he kept going for at least half a mile. He touched down gently and zoomed past me to join up with the other riders. He looked at back at me and then I watched the group speed away. At that moment, I had the most irresitiable urge to chase after them. And, it seemed to me it was one of those "women who run with the wolves" type moments. I see that in some of the women who write here, and I wish I could do that.
I do think it was a mistake to speak up, it serves no purpose. But, now you know I am here, the civilian, the outsider.
I doubt I am alone.
bettie
