I'm delighted to announce that I'm now making it easier than ever to book an appointment.
If you're a member of Date-Check or Preferred 411, you can now cut your screening time from hours to mere minutes. Just give me the appropriate info in your email or phone call, and you're on your way!
I do love the reputable verification organizations... when I tour Chicago, I depend on RS2K, as well.
If you're skittish about giving out work info, etc to individual providers, consider joining one of these fine groups. They verify your info privately-- and you never have it give it out again. From then on, your ID number, email or other identifying detail acts as your ID.
Can't wait to meet my fine Date-Check and Preferred411 gentlemen!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
I’m the Other Woman: A Guide for the Principled Provider
Gentle Reader, here is today’s question for your consideration.
A well-regarded provider reports that she’s been victimized by a fellow provider: her belongings are stolen, her equanimity’s disturbed and her reputation is temporarily tarnished by association. It’s a sordid little mess that crops up as commonly as fungus.
Now, I’m not overly worried about the upstanding lady; she’s dealt with such ugliness before. What I do wonder about is the victimizer-- the Other Woman.
How different can she be from me? We both work in a shadowy and marginal world where we’re sharply judged on our weight, our looks, our conversational skills and our performance. Our daily living depends on the sexual whims of strangers. On a good week, we’re idolized as the consummate girlfriend. On a bad one, we’re haggled with and belittled. At all times, we live under the real threat of arrest or assault. On the surface, there’s every reason to let our emotions run away with us.
Yet, I, for one, cultivate a calm, drama-free life. I get along with anyone who treats me with courtesy and respect. I don't propagate rumors, refuse to give references or steal other girls' images, ideas or thunder. For the past year, I’ve allowed a friend to use my incall without fear of her outing me or allowing riff-raff into my space. I practice playing fair.
So what I don’t understand is how so many of us can routinely lie, denigrate, cheat, backstab and connive against each other. Even when justified, such behavior not only reinforces the world’s idea of us as desperate or tainted– it batters our daily happiness with mistrust and manipulation. It’s no wonder even the steadiest of us can get shaky on our foundations.
Hence, my question. Is this the nature of our business, or the nature of women? Do we act badly out of malice, or because we have no agreed-upon moral compass? Maybe it’s time we did agree on a handful of positive principles that could help turn our collective faces into the light. I’ll start with four ideas and I would welcome anyone else’s thoughts.
Principled Providers agree that:
Because the world rewards us for our cunning and quick wits, we’ll use them
to thwart dangerous clients and keep each other safe.
If a steady client disappoints us by moving on to greener pastures, we’ll view it
not vengefully, but as part of a large karmic circle. The client our competitor
loses today may call us tomorrow.
We’ll replace shrewishness and petty jealousy with motivated admiration.
There will always be someone who markets, dresses or looks better than we do.
We’ll look at how they’re doing things– and learn.
And we’ll recognize that we all deal with our daily degree of difficulty.
So even if I can’t help you make your rent, I can refrain from broadcasting
your situation over the Internet.
Gentle reader, I’m far from an expert on the profession of providing. But I do consider it an intimate and honorable vocation. Because for every instance of simple sexual pleasure I give my clients, I also know that for many of them, my friendship and non-judgmental presence in their life transcends the value of money.
In the end, we’re all doing good. So isn’t it time we do good for each other, as well? Whether the champagne’s bubbling or it’s the end of a weary day, each of us is the Other Woman.
On Martin Luther King Day, I have a dream. Let’s do her proud.
A well-regarded provider reports that she’s been victimized by a fellow provider: her belongings are stolen, her equanimity’s disturbed and her reputation is temporarily tarnished by association. It’s a sordid little mess that crops up as commonly as fungus.
Now, I’m not overly worried about the upstanding lady; she’s dealt with such ugliness before. What I do wonder about is the victimizer-- the Other Woman.
How different can she be from me? We both work in a shadowy and marginal world where we’re sharply judged on our weight, our looks, our conversational skills and our performance. Our daily living depends on the sexual whims of strangers. On a good week, we’re idolized as the consummate girlfriend. On a bad one, we’re haggled with and belittled. At all times, we live under the real threat of arrest or assault. On the surface, there’s every reason to let our emotions run away with us.
Yet, I, for one, cultivate a calm, drama-free life. I get along with anyone who treats me with courtesy and respect. I don't propagate rumors, refuse to give references or steal other girls' images, ideas or thunder. For the past year, I’ve allowed a friend to use my incall without fear of her outing me or allowing riff-raff into my space. I practice playing fair.
So what I don’t understand is how so many of us can routinely lie, denigrate, cheat, backstab and connive against each other. Even when justified, such behavior not only reinforces the world’s idea of us as desperate or tainted– it batters our daily happiness with mistrust and manipulation. It’s no wonder even the steadiest of us can get shaky on our foundations.
Hence, my question. Is this the nature of our business, or the nature of women? Do we act badly out of malice, or because we have no agreed-upon moral compass? Maybe it’s time we did agree on a handful of positive principles that could help turn our collective faces into the light. I’ll start with four ideas and I would welcome anyone else’s thoughts.
Principled Providers agree that:
Because the world rewards us for our cunning and quick wits, we’ll use them
to thwart dangerous clients and keep each other safe.
If a steady client disappoints us by moving on to greener pastures, we’ll view it
not vengefully, but as part of a large karmic circle. The client our competitor
loses today may call us tomorrow.
We’ll replace shrewishness and petty jealousy with motivated admiration.
There will always be someone who markets, dresses or looks better than we do.
We’ll look at how they’re doing things– and learn.
And we’ll recognize that we all deal with our daily degree of difficulty.
So even if I can’t help you make your rent, I can refrain from broadcasting
your situation over the Internet.
Gentle reader, I’m far from an expert on the profession of providing. But I do consider it an intimate and honorable vocation. Because for every instance of simple sexual pleasure I give my clients, I also know that for many of them, my friendship and non-judgmental presence in their life transcends the value of money.
In the end, we’re all doing good. So isn’t it time we do good for each other, as well? Whether the champagne’s bubbling or it’s the end of a weary day, each of us is the Other Woman.
On Martin Luther King Day, I have a dream. Let’s do her proud.
Friday, January 5, 2007
Yes Men (Just Say NO!)
Lately I've been getting a lot of calls from fellows who sound utterly, perfectly nice. Naturally, I get all excited because I adore utterly, perfectly nice men (especially when they get naughty with me!)
So I say "Before we meet, I do need to know who you are and what you're looking for... so if you'll fill out the reservation form on my website, we'll be all set to go!"
"Oh, Yes, Tabu," they assure me. "No problem. I'll do it tonight and hope to hear from you tomorow."
Well, my astute reader, you have probably guessed how this little charade turns out.
No form. No reservation. No date. No lunch money.
It's enough to make a grown woman pout.
If you want to be Mr. Anonymous, join AA. Otherwise, don't Yes me.
Unless you mean it.
So I say "Before we meet, I do need to know who you are and what you're looking for... so if you'll fill out the reservation form on my website, we'll be all set to go!"
"Oh, Yes, Tabu," they assure me. "No problem. I'll do it tonight and hope to hear from you tomorow."
Well, my astute reader, you have probably guessed how this little charade turns out.
No form. No reservation. No date. No lunch money.
It's enough to make a grown woman pout.
If you want to be Mr. Anonymous, join AA. Otherwise, don't Yes me.
Unless you mean it.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
Bad Boys Don't Get Lucky!
You know what's amazing about the providers' safety network? When a guy acts like a jerk, word gets around faster than Oprah chasing an ice cream truck.
So for the "gentlemen" who like to:
well, don't be surprised if your only friend is Mr. Hand.
So for the "gentlemen" who like to:
- shortchange
- no show/no call
- play games
- offer fake references
- lie about their identity
- write or threaten false reviews
- stalk
- assault
- expose
well, don't be surprised if your only friend is Mr. Hand.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I hope Santa wasn't watching!
I am truly wicked.
While the rest of the good people were celebrating the divine birth by opening their gifts, I was busy opening something else.
Yes, when carnality calls, I always answer... so on Saturday night, I spread good cheer at one of our local swingers' clubs. Mmmm. Sweet naughty-girl goodness and big tits everywhere-- and boy packages that couldn't wait to be unwrapped!
Then, as if that wasn't enough (a 5AM homecoming), my BF and I spent Sunday treating some Miami friends to visions of sugar plums like Santa never saw.
Christmas Day? A Bloody Mary was a delightful way to honor the virgin birth, then after that...... but on the other hand, maybe it's better for St. Nick NOT to know. A lump of coal could simply ruin a silk stocking!
While the rest of the good people were celebrating the divine birth by opening their gifts, I was busy opening something else.
Yes, when carnality calls, I always answer... so on Saturday night, I spread good cheer at one of our local swingers' clubs. Mmmm. Sweet naughty-girl goodness and big tits everywhere-- and boy packages that couldn't wait to be unwrapped!
Then, as if that wasn't enough (a 5AM homecoming), my BF and I spent Sunday treating some Miami friends to visions of sugar plums like Santa never saw.
Christmas Day? A Bloody Mary was a delightful way to honor the virgin birth, then after that...... but on the other hand, maybe it's better for St. Nick NOT to know. A lump of coal could simply ruin a silk stocking!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Put your Gift under my Tree!
I can't wait to see my favorite boys here in FL again (and wherever else you hail from!) after a long stint doing my Christmas duty for a special friend in retail.
Ahhhh! Starting this Friday, Dec 22, I'll be available to make major holiday whoopee once more!!
If we're new to each other, please book through my website, www.discovertabu.com.
All my current friends, just call!
These holidays officially rated T for Tabu-licious!
Ahhhh! Starting this Friday, Dec 22, I'll be available to make major holiday whoopee once more!!
If we're new to each other, please book through my website, www.discovertabu.com.
All my current friends, just call!
These holidays officially rated T for Tabu-licious!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
All money, no IQ ... don't let these voicemails happen to you!
When I get any of these messages, this is what I'm tempted to say. Instead, I just hit 7. (delete!)
"Hey, I'm in Room 2307 at the Beachside Marriot. Can you be here in 30 minutes?"
"Yo, this is Mike. Call me back. "
"Hey, I'm in Room 2307 at the Beachside Marriot. Can you be here in 30 minutes?"
Sure, Officer Friendly... just let me grab my striped teddy.
I don't want my undies to clash with my jumpsuit.
"Yo, this is Mike. Call me back. "
Gee, I only know 17 "Mikes"-- shall I start with the As?
"Look, I'm at the Sheraton with my wife, but she's gone out shopping for a while. How soon can you get over here? I think she'll be gone for an hour or two."
Actually, I'd prefer not to meet your wife while I'm wearing my teddy.
"Tabu, this is Frank. You can call me Frank, or what all the girls call me-- "Energizer Bunny."
(uncontrollable laughter)
"Hey, you're not answering-- if you're not free, can you send another girl over here?"
"Hey, you're not answering-- if you're not free, can you send another girl over here?"
Why, of course! I have one in every color. Just let me consult my Pimp-O-Dex!
How to get a return call from an escort
Here's the template for the perfect voicemail... guaranteed to get a return call from me!
"Hello, Tabu, this is Ebeneezer Needagirl. We met last year/we've never met.
I live here in S FL/I'm visiting from out of town.
Before I book my appointment on your website, I wanted to ask you a question/confirm your availabilty/make a fetish request.
You may call me back at this number anytime/until 5PM/custom time and my cell/work number again is 000-000-0000.
If you call my work number, please say that you're Linda from InfoTech/Margaret from Accounting/Laura from Fidelity Investments.
Look forward to speaking with you!"
"Hello, Tabu, this is Ebeneezer Needagirl. We met last year/we've never met.
I live here in S FL/I'm visiting from out of town.
Before I book my appointment on your website, I wanted to ask you a question/confirm your availabilty/make a fetish request.
You may call me back at this number anytime/until 5PM/custom time and my cell/work number again is 000-000-0000.
If you call my work number, please say that you're Linda from InfoTech/Margaret from Accounting/Laura from Fidelity Investments.
Look forward to speaking with you!"
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Heifers, goats and sheep, please!
I'm doing something really important this holiday season that all my intimate friends can help me with. I'm working to end hunger by raising money for Heifer International.
To view my campaign and how you can help, go directly to my donation page at:
http://ga6.org/heifer/fundraising/discovertabu-85610
I'm counting on you to pitch in and help reach my goal. Any donation large or small will help us get there!
I chose Heifer International to help because they are a wonderful organization working to end hunger and poverty in the world. For more than six decades, Heifer has been helping poor
families around the world become self-reliant by providing animals and the training to care for them. Each recipient family promises to pass along offspring from their animal to another
family in need.
Heifer's simple but effective solution has helped more than seven million families -- 38 million people -- in more than 125 countries including the US, where more than 10 million people
are chronically hungry.
Thank you in advance for taking a moment to go online and help me help Heifer.
To view my campaign and how you can help, go directly to my donation page at:
http://ga6.org/heifer/fundraising/discovertabu-85610
I'm counting on you to pitch in and help reach my goal. Any donation large or small will help us get there!
I chose Heifer International to help because they are a wonderful organization working to end hunger and poverty in the world. For more than six decades, Heifer has been helping poor
families around the world become self-reliant by providing animals and the training to care for them. Each recipient family promises to pass along offspring from their animal to another
family in need.
Heifer's simple but effective solution has helped more than seven million families -- 38 million people -- in more than 125 countries including the US, where more than 10 million people
are chronically hungry.
Thank you in advance for taking a moment to go online and help me help Heifer.
Touring, Anyone?
I've been getting a delightfully flattering number of emails from my friends in Chicago and DC lately... all asking when I'm going to brave the shivers and return for some Tabu-licious encounters.
Well, patience, boys, patience! You're just going to have to keep the local girls busy for a little while longer. As much as I'd love to see each and every one of you today (well, not all at once!), I did move to south Florida for a reason!
When the sun comes back to kiss you, so will I! (Think March!)
Well, patience, boys, patience! You're just going to have to keep the local girls busy for a little while longer. As much as I'd love to see each and every one of you today (well, not all at once!), I did move to south Florida for a reason!
When the sun comes back to kiss you, so will I! (Think March!)
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