Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Leah reports that they are watching the snow fall while playing board games with the kids by the fire. David has prepared for his role as man-of-the-house and will sally forth when the snow diminishes to attack the drifts with his trusty snow blower.


Monday, January 26, 2015

Unlike Séverine, I have some insight into my compulsion, and it is in part, my OCD. But I also enjoy being a prostitute, the small ritual of preparing for a date, the collection of his payment and counting it later. Making him comfortable and getting to know him, and of course, the restaurants and the hotels. 

Not to forget the risk. I am in part, an adrenalin junkie and I find an outlet for that in prostitution. But there is something else, we all have a self destructive streak, for most it is a narrow lane, mine is a 12 lane expressway. Mostly this
comportement autodestructeur, has been expressed as promiscuity. My
licentiousness ebbs and flows, as a teen, I was available, while in college, I was mostly self-restrained. As an adult there have have been periods that would make Sasha Grey wide-eyed and exclaim "OMG, you did that!" Well maybe not Sasha, but Catherine Millet would blush just thinking about it. What I find interesting, is that when I am regularly engaged as a call-girl, all that recedes and I'm just a girl on a date.


Sunday, January 25, 2015

Security at Davos was extremely tight, even more so than that I witnessed at the Athens' Olympics.  Starting with the Swiss police and civil defense authorities seemingly on every block and in force at public venues. Our hotel and several other facilities I entered checked everyone's ID and required passage through a metal detector, there were also random searches. Lastly, there were the security details employed by the one-percenters in attendance. Many stores had guards by the front door.

The funny thing was all this security didn't make me feel safe, it simply raised my anxiety level. Others expressed the same feelings when the subject was brought up.


Wednesday, January 21, 2015

My itinerary for today includes visiting two of Paris' 'no-go' zones to follow up on an investment and to attend a meeting of social welfare committee that I am involved with.

Should I travel by armored car with a security detail wearing a burka? No, as usual, I'll drive Marty, alone, wearing a Burberry trench coat, over a wool skirt with cashmere sweater and knee high boots. I will cover my hair, with a hat, that is something that I often wear as hats are a favored accessory. I fully expect to be mostly ignored, potentially subject to a random catcall and to be greeted politely by virtually all that I come in contact with.


Tuesday, January 20, 2015

To: Client Distribution List

From: Kim

Subject: I'm Back

Quietly and only for while. 

I'm looking forward to being reacquainted with old friends and meet new friends. I will not be touring and will be available only in Paris or to join you for special occasions. 

There is a pied à terre available for us for quiet and privacy. It is located in the 5th arrondissement, near the Square Rene Viviani and convenient to a number of restaurants, as well as the romantic banks of the Seine.

My website is back with new pictures and soon a video, for the time being use this email address for access, a password is not necessary. In addition, you will find updated contact information including social media.

I hope to hear from you.



The cursor hovered over the send button, I closed my eyes and asked myself if I was sure, and then clicked. When I looked at the screen again the message was gone.
In a few minutes and email arrived, "This is great news! When are you coming to NY??" I smiled, he's a sweetheart, but he reads only what he wants. "No plans to come to NY," I replied, "when will you be in London?" "Next month, I'll be in touch," was his reply.

A little later there was a Tweet from another with one word "Davos?"  "Of course" was my reply, "What night would your prefer?" "All of them," came his. "That's wonderful, where are you staying and when do you want me to arrive? Oh and will that be wire, credit card or Bitcoin?"


Sunday, January 18, 2015

How I'm planning to spend my Sunday.

Friday, January 16, 2015

The news, of the murders at the office of Charlie Hebdo reached me as I drove back to Paris from the village. At my first opportunity, I pulled over to check my feeds and learn as much as I could. Not a lot was known, a police officer dead and reports of other deaths, so I continued driving, now with the radio on. In a bit there was an unconfirmed report of possible victims' identities, but the names were withheld awaiting confirmation. I stopped again and checked my news feeds. There were names, among them a friend of a friend, a man I'd met on a few occasions. I sent a tweet to my friend, expressing my condolences.

Friday I received a call from a special friend, my Psycho Sister, we met in the hospital where we had been admitted for anxiety and depression. She works in a building on that block and was running an errand when the killings occurred. She heard shots, but she has a severe hearing deficit and is too vain to where her hearing aid in public, she wasn't sure what the shoots were or where they came from. Someone pulled her to the ground and when she got us she saw the body of the officer.

Anxiety has been her regular companion and what she witnessed was traumatic, setting off the irrational fears that stalk her. She went to her doctor, who gave her a sedative and she spent most of Thursday and Friday resting. She called me to talk and I spent most of Saturday with her and Sunday we attended the rally together with her wonderful husband.