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					Originally Posted by ~Ze~  Bingo.... I hate it when people forget the person behind the persona. 
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Yes.  As a result of MY personae, men are often scared to see me and I just don't understand it!  I'm just a regular woman.  Very regular!
As an example, and it follows what's above, I wrote this blog post as a response to a person that I've seen from this board.  He's a wonderful man but when he was new to "this", well ... he had similar ideas to most guys who start messing around with escorts.  
Here is the blog post from late August:
August 29th, 2011 
                                                                         
Escorts are human.  They really are!
Yes.  Escorts are human. 
One of my clients who is new to this demimonde was telling me the  other week that he was just so pleasantly surprised to discover that  escorts were actually real people.
And he clarified what he was saying with an additional comment of,  “You know, Elisabeth.  You eat, pay bills, have families and personal  lives, you read literature.  You’re just like normal people except that  you do this!”
 “I mean, you’re a real person, aren’t you?”
This wasn’t as comforting as he probably meant it to be but I understood what he was telling me.
You see, most people don’t consider escorts human.  I’m sure the  majority think of us as the ever present succubus who devour men in  their sleep (metaphorically and otherwise) and suck the spirit, money  and morality out of him while doing so.
It’s hardly the man’s fault when he is dragged into this situation of  wickedness.  After all, he is being seduced and driven into the  direction of these wicked women with a general lack of morality.
But let’s get back to the “are escorts human” part. 
This isn’t the first time that this general philosophy has been  thrust on me by various people.  The one female that I told what I was  doing sincerely thought that I had bodyguards and men wearing purple  hats with feathers who would be waiting outside the door of my  workplace.
When I finally invited her over and what she saw were average women,  in a nice home and having absolute fun doing what we’re doing, she was  shocked.  It wasn’t the Sodom and Gomorrah (although sometimes it can  seem that way with a little luck!) that she imagined.  There wasn’t an  orgy going on.  It was just regular guys who wanted a little personal  enjoyment knocking at the door.  In other words, just plain human  activity.
Oh.  And good looking men, too!  Not a drooling pestilent in site.   No, sir.  All that showed up that evening, and it was a fun evening,  were healthy corn fed men who were looking for some entertainment and my  God, they got it!
So who are we?  Just like every other woman that you know except  often we carry more secrets.  Yes, we are human beings with the same  needs and wants as everyone else.
Promise.
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