Of A Bucket, A Brand & A Kid

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On Valentine’s Day, I wanted to sleep with a married man. I was sure one would pick me up on his way home to deliver roses and gifts to his beloved wife. I fantasized about the moment when having sex I would imagine the flowers and wine on the backseat were meant for me. That, for me, would have been the perfect welcome back to the street after an absence of about a week. I had been out due to a cold and a bruise I suffered after a silly fight the other weekend. Well, it happened, but the man was one of those who didn’t believe in the hullabaloo about Valentine so he didn’t have any flowers for his wife. He thought he was doing me a favor by sleeping with me on Valentine’s Day, and wanted to enjoy my services free of charge.

Enough of him. Now I wish to say a thing or two about some of the comments on the blog. I know this is not the way to do it, but they have accumulated and I don’t spend enough time online to respond to them as they come. A persistent theme in several comments has been about my identity and genuineness. There is nothing much to say about that. But truth, by its nature, cannot, be contained for long; it always has a way of getting out.

And perhaps other than inviting someone to enjoy my sex services; there is no foolproof way to prove I am Sue. That’s possible. I have received countless offers from readers of this blog who wish to buy my services. But one of the ironies of this blog is that I am somehow afraid of sleeping with my readers. Seeing that they know so much about me, and my philosophy, I always imagined it would be an awkward nasty experience. I met one man who contacted me through the blog and we had a rather uncomfortable time. Then again it makes nonsense of my aim to build a brand. What use is a brand if it does not translate to economic gain? The street is becoming more and more competitive every day. The reason I had to go back to the streets on Valentine’s Day, even though I was not fully recovered. The more I stayed away, the more I lost touch with men, girls & trends. Hence the less competitive I became. A brand is supposed to give me an edge, to at least bring in more customers. The customers are coming but I am turning them down. The brand, if any, as of now is of no value; at least in terms of my core business. Maybe I diversify to something else though I have no idea momentarily. ( Selling to my customers; t-shirts that read: “I went to Sue’s and all I got was this lousy t-shirt, pleasure & no disease.” Perhaps when hit hard by competition I will have no option but to pitch myself to those who read this. Well, I almost digress but I meant to say there might be no way to prove myself in the present circumstance. And am I obliged to do so?

I have learned to acknowledge the diversity of human beings. No human being surprises me anymore. Not even this comment on Episode 1:I can’t Feel Your Thing where there was this man I told: “That your thing disappears inside me, I can’t feel it at all.”

Anonymous said…

I would have told you to get your overused bucket out of my house with punches and slaps yu whore,at 2.00 am, and unleashed watchmen to you who wudda torn your punany apart. – January 26, 2011 4:43 PM

Why would one treat us in such a dismissive manner? It boils down to the view that prostitutes have lost their sense of dignity. So why treat them with such? The truth, as impossible as it seems, is we still value ourselves. What we have done is define dignity in our ways. We view and value sex differently. Sex is deemed to be a sacred special act. But we are seen as cheapening sex, doing away with its sanctity. I’d say almost everybody who has casual sex does it. We might be better off because we attach a monetary value to the act.

In the same vein verbal abuse does not affect us or particularly me. In practice I am rather sure of myself and my ego, so even if someone told me I had a bucket, I would smile and wave goodbye, shaking my small finger.

And don’t be fooled by girls; we don’t forget or accept such acts. You may humiliate me, if that is the word, at that particular time of the night, but I will make sure I get back to you; however long it takes; you will have to pay for it.

Then there was this other interesting chap;

Anonymous on January 27, 2011, 6:53 AM,

What business has a whore got to do not pleasuring me yet i wil pay her….Kwanza me,i never pay them..I just pick you,munch you like 15 raos and throw you out,like the tissue you are.I dont even let you shower,i make you go with a stinky punany all the way home…There is one i met at f2,imagine she asked me 4 7k a night..by the way i bought viagra and staffed her 20 raos,then i chapaad her the next morning she left with a swollen face!!!Why charge for a punany that God gave you for free???? puts on an evil smile

Well, let me ignore the obvious untruths like “staffed her 20 raos” and look at “Why charge for a punany that God gave you for free????”. I charge because the punany belongs to me. Nature gives us things to help us survive, nature does not charge us, but that does not mean we should not charge. People charge for their good brains and talent which is natural. All-the-way sex is also a talent; just like painting. Not every woman can do it. I have a right to charge

In response to the above comment, someone said:

Anonymous January 31, 2011, 2:19 PM ..

This is the most shameless man alive. Who in 2011 talks like this???: “Kwanza me,i never pay them” take your broke ass to shags “There is one i met at f2,imagine she asked me 4 7k a night.” yeah 7k. It’s her biashara if you can’t afford it go to Luthuli u shady ass…”Why charge for a punany that God gave you for free?” dude ur buying sex.. oops your stealing sex.. no chick out of the 17 million in Kenya can give u ass?? then your the sorriest asshole alive nkt!! get some manners.

Need I say more? I would have loved to, but it doesn’t stop there. In the same thread, the interesting Anonymous continues.

Anonymous said…

I am the anon @ 9.32am, and in my life i have bedded well over 2000 chicas…Thing is ,all pussies are the same, there is no sweeter one.I usually decieve campus gals with my flossy lifestyle, then when they follow me i chapa them like 15 raos(whole night)…then i wake them up after the last one and tell them,my wife is coming you gotta go.And i dont give them a shilling…Then go to this upcoming career women,esp bankers..esp the ones in sales.I pretend i want a loan,show them my payslip and its a key to my house where the inevitable happens..So by the time i am reaching a ho who wants 10k a night, its usually an afrodisiac coz WHY,WHY are you chargin me for what God gave you 4 free.As i am writing now, am from throwing one out 2nite @ 3.00 for refusing me an oral.Why are you peddling yourself if you cannot give me something as easy as 1,2,3.

Just a minute is there any difference between me and that man who has slept with more girls than men I have had sex with? Feminists would say it’s because we are women. I am tempted to say so, but that would make me a feminist of sorts, and I am not. Let’s play who is the prostitute now.

In Episode 2: Why Should I Not Open My Legs? I talked about my wish to have a kid. Something which, from some of the comments didn’t make sense to quite several people.

Anonymous said…

Why do you want a kid? – January 21, 2011 12:12 AM

Anonymous said…

Interesting …you want to nurture an empire of prostitutes or what? Don’t bother getting a kid.

No, I don’t want to nurture an empire of prostitutes. My kid will have the freedom to determine his or her destiny. I don’t believe I can’t become a good mother. I think I would even become a better mother than most in decent jobs, after all, mothers get three months of maternity leave or less, spend the days in the office, and only see their children at 7 pm if there is no traffic jam. I would be spending the whole day with my kid. My work doesn’t begin until around 10 pm or 11 pm, and then most days I am home by 6 am. And aren’t there mothers who work the night shift? Perhaps those who doubt, think by being a prostitute I am a less caring human being. That’s not true. Having seen what human beings are capable of, I would be more than caring for my kid.

Well, not to sound impolite but I agree with this comment; only partially;

Enigma said…
Hey Sue, go ahead and get that kid. Don’t let some hypocrites dissuade you. After all, do they know for sure what their mothers were doing before they were born?? – January 22, 2011 9:55 AM

But if I get the kid, there might be some awkward moments for me as suggested by Eazy;

Eazy said…

“So Mom, how did you and Dad meet?” – January 24, 2011 12:11 AM

We met at work.

Other concerns had to do with my ability to support the kid

Anonymous said…

Don’t you think your child will be affected by your “career” you r also not going to remain forever young so this prostitution won’t sustain you for long unless u have some sorta Retirement Benefits going on. -n January 25, 2011, 5:37 PM

True, I won’t remain a prostitute forever. Actually at the rate things are going I might fade out sooner than later. I have no pension scheme, but I am already working on a plan B. Perhaps when I become uncompetitive on the streets, I should look for some sort of formal job, but how to phrase my experience on the street as a plus to the employer would be quite a deal; I have experience selling fast-moving consumer goods to men.

In Episode 3: Anything At The Right Price I said I declined to have anal sex with some man. And someone commented:

Icon said…

putting principles and prostitutes together? seriously? you better consult a dictionary, the two can never go together. – February 14, 2011, 8:05 PM
As unimaginable as it may seem, prostitution is also based on some principles; both personal and industry principles. Prostitution does not delete the human part of us, that which makes us beings with a choice; to do A or B. That’s why I declined, even if the price was right. In the same way, some people would decline to kill even if they were paid their twenty’s salary in advance. Just remembered some other anecdote related to prostitution and principles. Will write about it soon.

To Episode 4: Survival of The Species, where I wrote about the risks of getting infected with HIV. And there was this question:

Anonymous said…

What would u do if you ever got HIV? – January 21, 2011 12:21 AM

Well, I wouldn’t want to get infected with HIV, but in the worst of circumstances, I will just live positively. Many people do. It’s an open secret that some girls here on the street still practice when positive. But like I previously said I would stop working if I became positive. Not for fear of being locked up, as the minister proposed, but one of those principle things. I know how ‘foolish’ it is to have unprotected sex, but the few times I have done so, my instincts have served me right. There are some people, from some VCT, who make the rounds here at least once a week, and those of us willing to get tested. I test every week, and so far so good, I am not losing my guard though. It’s been ages since I had raw sex.

Then there was this piece of advice;

Anonymous said…

Start using the women’s CD – February 4, 2011 9:51 AM

I once tried and the female condoms are rather clumsy and uncomfortable. And they won’t make me more appealing to my clients.

( Will reply to comments in other episodes a little later..)

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