'Anti-gay' cleric talk cancelled

Diversity my ass!
The University College London Union (UCLU) has cancelled a talk by an Islamic preacher who allegedly endorses killing homosexuals.

Abu Usamah, recorded by Channel 4 saying gay people should be "thrown off a mountain", was due at UCLU next week however a university spokeswoman said that the institution has decided to cancel this event due to concerns that the health and safety criteria cannot be met. I am not surprised.

In 2007, the Channel 4 programme Undercover Mosque recorded Mr Usamah referring to gay people as "dogs". This man clearly has a problem with anyone that enjoys cock!.

Mariah and client visitng the same place

A few days ago I went to Westfield, the only proper big mall in Central London, without knowing that they had a special event to switch the Christmas light on.

I noticed that something was going on as soon as I left the tube station because it was too busy for a cold November day. Mariah Carey was there, reportedly to light up the place.

And among thousands of people (maybe 70% of them teenagers in pink outfits) I saw a client with 3 kids. He was dressed to work, the boring black suit and blue tie that everyone else has.

I think he works in a state agent because once we were in bed and he had to stop in order to return a call about a flat in Battersea that was being sold. Never mind.

No matter how many times I see clients on the streets I never get used to be cold and not look at them. It is quite hard not to say ‘hi’, special the nice ones or the ones that are very polite or the ones that you know more about their private lives.

I was just across the escalator when he suddenly winked at me once the kids looked away trying to get a glimpse of the American singer.

This is very unusual!!!.

Clients would prefer to have a purple giant elephant sitting on their head rather than make any contact to an escort in public. And I couldn’t help feeling like someone that is doing something naughty. I felt even more awkward when I saw his wife coming back from God knows where carrying lots of colourful bags, one of them from a very cheap shop for grannies so no wonder why he needs a bit of action outside home.

The kids seemed amazing. I was looking at them for a while and they were the only to behave like adults. And they were very well dressed too so I supposed they had family plans for late that night.

I had my laundry to sort out instead, and to call one of my friends to check where her birthday party will be held.

And Ops!, my phone rang but nobody hear it, only me because of the vibrating mode. I couldn’t recognize the number and let it go to the mail box.

I didn’t think it would go well to get a work call inside of a packed shopping center. If it was a regular client I could do it with no problem as they are very likely to ask those first callers question: price, if I suck, cock’s size, about toys, if I accommodate, how is my bum, etc.
Not a suitable chat to have over the phone when you are sharing a mall with Mariah Carey – although, with so many screaming people, I don’t think she would hear me anyway.
Just in case, just in case …

Christmas has started for me

The weather remains cold and it has been a bonus because apparently everyone is trying to keep their bums and cocks well warmed up - with my help sometimes, thank you very much!

I had 6 clients in less than 2 days and, although it can be a bit tiring at the end of the day, it is very good to have money coming on my way because Christmas is next month and we all want a extra cash for all those extra shopping, dont we?.

I don’t know how an average person working in a office or so manage to go through the festive season! Everything is so expensive and everyone expect a little gift, especially kids!

One of my divorced clients bought a Wii fit to his 12 years old son and asked me to keep it safe.

He is divorced and the kid comes once a week to his flat.
Apparently he is one of those hyper curious children that open all doors and draws every time he visits his dad so he would find the gift far before Santa even think of get around the block.
My client asked what I want for Christmas and I said that he doesn’t have to worry about it. I thought of asking a Iphone because I fell like I am done with my old old old Blackberry but it would sound very greed and, besides it all, he doesn’t own me anything.

He is a nice bloke that like his Mark and Spenser trousers and comes regularly for a relaxing time. And pay for it. And that’s all. No expectations beyond that, but yes it was very nice of him to offer to buy me something.

I have to get a day off and buy some cards to send. Family. Friends.
I never sent any to a client. Sometimes I get some tip on the weeks before Christmas, even those British clients not used to tip an escort.
I guess it isn’t a British couture to tip for any service because they don’t tip at bars or restaurants either.

Gay comic Magazine in UK

Not sure how relevant it maybe be, but it is always fun to know that a new Brighton based magazine called Spandex has gone on sale, featuring this gang of homosexual heroes.
Hummm sounds another commercial catch!
The team will do battle against villains with names including Muscle Mary, Pussy and the Pink Ninjas and the first series sees the Spandex crime fighters defend their hometown from the 'Attack of the 50-Foot Lesbian'.
Wow. To know more, visit: http://www.spandexcomic.com/

Back to see Mr. Brompton

I went to see Mr. Brompton after a long while. Some clients are like that: they vanish. You start to think: have I done something wrong? Did something bad happen to them? But one day they just text you, simply and with no fuss or long explanations, asking if you can come over. Just like this, as if you just fucked them last weekend!.
- Long time no see you boy! – he greeted me opening the door and wearing just a tiny thong.

I though to myself: it wasn’t my fault. I am always available. But sometimes is better not to say anything. We never know the reasons why a client took sometime off without request a volatile sex like sex. It could be so many reasons such as money problems or even illness, death of someone close and we don’t want to go there, to embarrass people. The ultimate idea of someone paying to someone else to turn up at their door steps and perform a very good one hour of hot activity is to have fun. There is no point of spoiling it any other way then.
- Yes! I agree. It sounds like ages, but glad to see you! Did you change your hair cut as I can see! Did you loose weight as well? – I replied already shifting the conversation and letting him free to not talk about his absence if he didn’t want to.

It is always good to give a client the option of sharing something with you – or not, what actually happens often. They have their lives, a sort of parallel world, and I am not welcome there. I realized it very very early doing what I do. Although sex is a basic need people don’t feel comfortable to admit that they have to pay for it.

Mr. Brompton didn’t mention anything about the long absence. Instead we carried on talking about his new hair style, a short dark black spiked with some red colour as well, what reminded me of Sharon Osborne, that woman that used to be a judge at a TV show.
- Yes, I did change my hair. Did you like it?

I wasn’t not sure if I liked it. Certainly it was different and, at the age of 60 I don’t know if Mr. Brompton would look better with his usual gray hair. However the colour cocktail seemed a bit too much and by looking like Ozzy Osborne’s wife he was also similar to an old lady that had a couple of extra bottox to keep them forever bellow their real age mark – what I guess can be anything between 80 to 95 years old.
Should I say to him exactly this? Certainly not!
- It looks Ok, I amended getting naked once we reached the bedroom.
- Oh, and Yes, I lost a couple of pounds. I have a personal trainer now. And guess what? He is amazing and he is not gay!