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Christmas! The time of cheer- or indeed far too much time spent with families and night outs with annoying work colleagues!
Why not treat yourself to your very own Christmas present in the form of an hour or two with me?! I promise not to ask you if you're bought all your presents yet or discuss the merits of goose over turkey!
I am not working between the 24th-27th December, but working up till then and then back on the 28th right through New Year.
I will be available New Years Eve and Day but only for advance bookings from clients who will be sober! Usual rates apply!
I have a photoshoot on Friday, so hopefully will be getting new pictures up over the next few weeks, including some Christmassy ones!
I know I have been rubbish lately at blogging, but I have a couple in the pipeline as well as awaiting on guest blogs from a few people who have kindly agreed to contribute to the Minxipedia! (Hint hint, hurry up!)
In other news, I have started a Swedish Massage course organised by Hands On Pro!, a professional development and skill sharing project devised by the Sex Worker Open University and X:Talk, two sex workers’ cooperatives based in London.
They are also hosting breakfast before the classes on Wednesday mornings so if you are a sex worker and even if you don't fancy the classes you can still come along to meet other sex workers.
Trust me, it's really friendly and welcoming and there are people from all over, in a variety of sex work fields. I was really nervous when I went, but it is genuinely lovely and it's a great feeling being able to discuss work stuff with like minded people. Also, fascinating to hear what other people get up to and get ideas and advice. The link is here along with their contact details if you'd like to attend.
Of course being taught a bit more about massage means I will be hoping some of my clients would like to be practised on! I'm no expert yet, but a nice oily massage is always a good way to get things started! :)
Am working right up to Christmas this year, but am away for a bit over the period, but probably back in London for the New Year. Do get booking for your pre Christmas present to yourself!
It's really difficult to talk/write about hating Christmas without coming across as a miserable old bag or sounding smug and virtuous in my refusal to get involved with the whole ridiculousness of it. I'm going to try and explain myself though!
Back in September someone on my personal Facebook posted 'Only 13 weeks til Christmas!' and since then the fuss has been increasing in momentum weekly.
Christmassy food stuff starts to go on sale at Easter until you're at the point where you can't seem to buy 'normal' food anymore, just giant sized family packs with holly berries emblazoned on the packaging. It's sometimes tricky enough shopping for one (I get bitter at 2 for I offers that I can either not eat in time nor carry because I don't have a car as it is!) but when everything because 'family' sized and I can't find any Marmite because all the shelves are filled with sodding mincemeat and cranberry sauce I get pissed off.
And why do people need to buy so much? I understand if you're entertaining for your entire extended family you're going to need to buy a lot, but surely that should be cancelled out by those who are going away for the festive season? In the past week I have had the misfortune to need to pop into a supermarket several times and the amount of stuff people seem to be buying is staggering! Who eats it all?!
Actually, no one eats it all... According to a national survey commissioned in 2011 by food waste disposer maker InSinkErator Brits spend £3.3 billion on food over Christmas and on Christmas day the average family will spend £133.70 on Christmas lunch. Not only that, More than half (56 per cent) of 3,000 householders polled admit they will throw away between 20 to 30 per cent of that extra Christmas food as waste this year, that's an extra 50 million bags of rubbish, or £600m of food. That's wasted. Thrown away.
It's so greedy and wasteful it actually upsets me, especially when you read about how some people have nothing and I'm not just talking about those in third world countries. How many of us read The Metro (free paper) on 5th December and were horrified to read about the increase of pressure on the UK's food banks?
The number of people turning to food banks is expected to double to more than 220,000 this year due to the economic climate and cuts in benefits. Why do 220,000 people in this country need charity to eat, whilst others can afford to spend 400 quid on an iPad for their 6 year old??
Why are people having to walk ten miles each way in the rain to collect free food while teh rest of us are moaning about how exhausted they are from traipsing round the shops? It's all so sad. Full Metro article here.
The inequality of wealth is a huge worldwide issue and I don't intend to get into it now or suggest how to change it, but Christmas seems to make people forget any injustice in the world and their own needs and desires for a 'perfect' Christmas take over.
I hate the whole present buying thing. Not because I am mean and stingy but because trailing around the shops desperate to find something to buy someone something they really want is miserable. I hate the concept that because it's Christmas I have to buy a present.
I prefer to do things with my friends throughout the year that we will enjoy together. I prefer my money to go on having great dinners together, going to gigs, jaunting off on mini breaks or just catching up for a pint (of wine). Those things are far more meaningful and important to me and create happy memories which are priceless. Having lunch with my brother without his wife and kid (as much as I like them ) like the old days is more special to me than him having to battle round the shops working out what the hell to get me just because it happens to be coming up to December 25th.
Gifts should be given because you care, because you've seen something that will make someone smile are far more fun than a pair of socks because you're desperate and it's 5.30pm on Christmas Eve. Luckily I have trained most of my close friends into this way of thinking and as a family my parent's were never extravagant with us so spending lots is not something any of us do. Afterall, how many people when recalling happy childhoods say 'It was because my parents bought me lot's of stuff'? Never. Happy childhoods are about a lot more than material goods.
According to research carried out on behalf of charity Family Action, most UK families will spend between £530 and £682 on gifts, decorations, food and drink. The lowest price for an acceptable Christmas for a low-income family with two children is £182,- but the average family can spend up to £700. That seems a lot of money, fine if you can afford it but according to statistics compiled by Supermarket.com 47% of parents are under pressure to spend more than they can really afford. I think that's a really sad reflection on society. Who wants to be raising children who think that they can have what they want or that the way to be happy is through material spending? That's what I hate about Christmas. This pressure to spend, spend, spend.
And if it's not cooking up a mountain of food, maxing the credit card on gifts people don't want and children don't really appreciate it's this notion that Christmas means you have to go out and get blind drunk at every opportunity. Was this what Jesus had in mind?
It's commonly known that A&E units are busiest over Christmas, the two week festive period sees around 40% of attendances due to alcohol related accidents and illnesses. Now, I'm not teetotal by any stretch of the imagination, but for an adult to drink so much they end up in hospital is ridiculous and stupid and because it's Christmas really doesn't make a good excuse. At least now I don't have a 'proper' job I'm not expected to spend my evenings in the company of work colleagues and staff under the guise of 'Christmas Party' and eat crap mass produced food at a big table with the most boring people ever and who hate me anyway because I am their boss!
So, as well as spending too much (presents, decorations, things to wear, food, drink and cards) we have to spend time with people we don't much care for be it the neighbours for sherry, family we don't like, work colleagues who we see too much of anyway and friends of friends we think are pricks we have to do it beautifully. The pressure to be a combination of a top chef, an A list Party Planner, a perfectly dressed super model is at it's most intense at Christmas.
I don't do it- I buy for my immediate family and never spend too much, I don't go to parties I don't want to, I don't see people I don't want to, I am having a simple lunch with a good friend and her elderly mother who are both wickedly funny. I don't send cards (what a bloody waste they are) but instead give money to charity and don't give a toss if people think I am a bit Bah Humbug. I just can't wait til it's all over, and I have to stop listening to people witter on about the stress, pressure, busyness and expense and everything goes back to normal.
Decided to do some quick fun Christmas snaps of myself this afternoon to please my dear readers.
Made a backdrop with a festive red blanket up against the bit of wall under the window with a can of tinned tomatoes and a jar of Lloyd Grossman Tomato & Basil pasta sauce holding it down on the window sill.
Found gold tinsel to wrap provocatively around bosom, set camera on coffee table and put it on timer taking ten shots in a row to save time. Posed and wiggled towards camera. All blurred because for some reason camera decided it was a macro shot. Repeated. Still all blurry, Looked at camera and couldn't work out how to stop it making its own mind up.
Decided to take more pictures holding camera myself. Rolled about aiming camera in direction of body snapping away feeling like David Bailey. Then managed to pull blanket so tin and jar fell off. Thank God did not land on face and break teeth. All the shots so far were shit anyway.
Tried some more laying down holding camera above head to get shots of body still provocatively wrapped in tinsel. Mis-aimed and took picture of wall and sofa.
Did some sitting up ones with a mini Christmas tree between boobs. I thought it would be 'fun'. It wasn't, just looked mental and managed to scratch self. Then noticed a spot on boob as glowing as Rudolph's red nose. Cried.
Have given up. Sorry.
In other festive news I got it to snow on my home page
Rewrote another Christmas carol this morning. This is how I spent my time seeing as I was let down by not one but two potential clients. Luckily this means I shall be extra horny for my late afternoon chappy!
Anyway, this time to the tune of Good King Wencelas (yes I know there should be one more verse, but I was starting to go insane)
Minxy Lydia was a tart
You could not do better
Book an hour for a start
You could write a letter
But an email or a call
Will get you seen quicker
Guaranteed you’ll have a ball
Specially if you lick her
Plain straight sex or something new,
Fingers up the botty.
Anal play is not for you?
Still come see this hotty
She does roleplay very well
Take your pick cos she won’t tell
That your bum is hairy
What about a rude French Maid,
Or a slutty school girl?
It’s your choice, be not afraid
Want to be a squirrel?
She has heard it all before
Nothing will now shock her
Don’t forget she is a whore
And an anal fister
She can be a sweet girlfriend
Don’t need to be kinky
All your needs she can attend
She is very busty
You can play with her big tits
She can suck your cock off
Slide it in to see it fits
And give her a good boff
To the tune of Once in Royal David's City.
Should you want to sing the real version to purge yourself of my badness then here they are
1. Once in royal London’s City
Stood a lonely sexless man
Where can I get laid he wondered
On his iphone he began
Minxy was that floosie, wild
Called her up and he then he smiled
2. He came down from town to Hounslow
She was hot and not too tall
And her prices are quite fair,
And her titties are not small;
With her hand and mouth did slowly,
Make his cock so hard and poley
3. And though all this wondrous session
He would kiss and fondle her,
Stoke and watch the lovely Lydia
In whose gentle arms he lay:
Paying Punters all must be
Clean, obedient, good as he.
4. For she is an excellent escort
You should see her for yourself
She is minxy, hot and saucy
Sucks a cock like no one else
And she is a cure for sadness
Book her now and feel the gladness
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve truckers dogging,
Eleven men a pissing,
Ten fingers fisting,
Nine lashes whipping,
Eight inches fucking,
Seven mins of rimming,
Six hours of licking,
Five anal beads,
Four leather straps,
Three big black cocks,
Two nipple clamps,
And a face full of sticky cum!
I thought I'd send my Christmas wishes to Santa in a re wording of a popular Christmas tune.
I've been a bad girl again and not been blogging. *bends over for a smacked bottom*
It seems I get phases of rampant blogging and then periods of writers block. I say writers block, that makes me sound more of a 'writer' than I actually am! I suppose it's mainly because I don't know what to blog about sometimes and getting into a habit of not doing it rather than doing it!
So, what is new? Well, last week I had a couple of days on the coast which was fun. This week I haven't done much other than work and sit about being rubbish. I should have been researching and compiling intelligent and exciting blogs for you to read I suppose.
I do have a nice photo for you though from the seaside:
Pretty huh? Probably not quite the kind of picture you were hoping for dear reader, but as well as not writing anything much I haven't taken any saucy photos either. Must get back on track!
Oh, was thinking about Christmas, am a bit unsure what I am actually doing over the Christmas period and found myself wondering would there be any worth in working Christmas day? Would I get booked, is it worth promoting? Thoughts on a postcard.
Tomorrow night I am having a small Christmas soiree! Looking forward to it greatly and looking forward to seeing some old and newer friends again!
Should really be getting the flat ready but the internet is a vast source of procrastination.
I shall be wearing my little red Christmas dress- pic below and happily I can still get in it OK!
|I have done the parental Christmas thing over the weekend and now I am free to have a naughty dirty Christmas- loads of luscious things planned this week, mostly verrry naughty!
Next Thursday and Friday I will be based in Notting Hill, just a little something I am trying out. I do hope some of you will come and see me. It's a cute quirky flat on a posh square- all big white Regency houses. I'm hoping that this will work out and give me the opportunity to meet new people and will be as change from being based in Hounslow all the time. We shall see!
I am sort of ready for Christmas. It will be a quiet one, spent with a dear friend, just the two of us making lunch, squaffing champagne and lounging on her sofa. There may well be some naughty girl on girl fun and we will send obscene photos to our special friends who are stuck at tedious family get togethers to get them all envious we are having so much fun! Ha!
This weekend I am cooking a gastronomic feast for my family who are coming to visit. That means I need to purge the flat of stockings, slutty shoes, condoms, cock rings, handcuffs and so on that I tend to leave laying around!
Have wrapped all my pressies so am all organised. All I need to do now is carry on giving my boys lots of lovely pre Christmas treats! The run up to Christmas seems to be either quiet (everyone skint) or busy (everyone treating themselves, and able to sneak off whilst Christmas shopping!) so who knows what I have in store.
In other news I have a little soiree next week with some friends that will involve me and lots of happy santas emptying their sacks for me! Hee hee! And no, you can't come along too! I may post some photos if you have been good!
Have a silly picture in keeping with the festive season!