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A Prostitutes Guide To Becoming A Role Model

I mean, really, I was an escort which we all know is a hell of a lot classier then a prostitute, right? Ha.  At the end of the day if you gotta take the dick outta your mouth before you go home from work, you is a ho.  It wasn’t my proudest moment. In fact it helped stick me into a deep depression that fed my drug addiction and insecurities. Oddly enough at the same time it fulfilled this need I can’t seem to find an ends to, called adventure.  It wasn’t all bad.  You get to be who ever you wanted to be for that moment in time.  It was mysterious, and it was bad.  It turned that scared boy into a man in a very short period of time and gave me plenty of other opportunities that became positive experiences in life.

I never thought getting into sex work was going to effect me in the future.  Maybe that’s the beauty of being in your 20’s.  You’re too stupid and clueless to realize how your actions will shape your future, so you do them, have fun, and pay for them later.  It’s pretty much the young adult mantra.  It didn’t stop with escorting.  Movies were made and pictures were taken.  This thing called the internet was starting to catch on.  I had no clue it held the ability for these videos and pictures to last FOREVER.  So naturally, I thought it would be a good idea to become a teacher.

First I became a hair stylist.  My fast lifestyle fit right in with the crazy, neurotic lifestyle and culture of doing hair.  The industry did so much for me.  I was in sex work for 10 years, and there was no place I could think of other then a gay bathhouse that my resume would stand a chance.  Cosmetology gave me a second chance.

I wanted to be a teacher for the people that wanted their second chance.  I do it so I can make a difference. I tell them that I was once beat down and broken and pulled through to tell the story.  If I can do it, then anyone can, and I am sure to remind them of this whenever they need motivation.  Anyone can facilitate the information.  It takes something extra to care about the people that you are giving the  information to.  Sure getting “Happy Fathers Day” texts makes me feel like an old, wrinkled fool, but it lets me know that I am doing exactly what I set out to do.  When the administration is getting down on me and I start to get discouraged, I quickly remind myself that I am here for the students.  I’m protective of these guys, I get attached and I cry when they graduate.

It’s  kinda awesome getting to be this guy.  Someone that gets respect and someone that people look up to…as long as they don’t find me butt ass naked on an internet search at least.

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325.16 Hours

Hell yeah!  I am 325.16 hours into a 600 hour educators course to be able to teach cosmetology.  I started in October and should be done in April.  This seemingly short space of time has seemed like an eternity, with 1000 years still ahead of me.  It would not seem so long if I wasn’t part of a growing trend called “thirtysomethings moving in with the parents”.  A.K.A. Hell.  Notice how I refer this to a “growing trend”. I have no problem being just like everyone else if that means living at home with your parents is normal.  Call me basic if you must.

It’s not that living with my parents is hell.  They are great.  I get to eat, sleep, and do laundry for free.  Also they have tried to make it as comfortable as possible for me.  It’s being 35, and living with your parents that I have a problem with.  Take away a mans independence and you might as well leave him to die.  Most of my ego was surrounded by my apartment, and the pieces of furniture I built, refurbished, or broke on my own.

The craziest part of all, is that it’s almost done.  I will be able to move sooner then later as I wrap up school.  Three months from now I can guarantee that my life is going to be different then it is today.  Time will tell what that change will be but I can guarantee  that I have no clue where I will be.  Whatever happens to lie ahead for me, I can promise you one thing: I earned it.  Not only because of the amount of work I put in to be here right now, but because I truly believe that we choose our own destiny.

I can only hope that the next 274.84 hours fly by just as much and are as enjoyable as the first 325.16 were!!

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