Devon Hunter

After I did the three videos last week in Ft. Lauderdale I went up to Minneapolis for the weekend to visit Jen. It really is a beautiful city for the three-four months each spring/summer/fall that happens quickly between the long periods of winter. I hadn’t been since 1994, and I was very eager to see the place again.

I got two rooms at a downtown hotel, so that Jen and I could have our privacy if needed, and it was conveniently located to all sorts of restaurants and clubs. We had lunch at a nice little Thai place across the street, and we had all sorts of NOM NOM NOM. Very good food! We went to the Art Fair that was happening on one of the major thoroughfares (Jen doesn’t drive, so I got see the city at the leisurely pace of a bus ride, which was very cool in Minneapolis), and we spoke to some very talented painters, jewelers, sculptors, and artisans. One stall was dedicated to some very lovely textiles that I think had been dyed by hand and turned into some very impressive dresses. Very chic!

After that we went to Fogo de Chão, which was around the corner from the hotel. Some time ago, I went to the Fogo in D.C. with a friend, and it was such a nice lunch that I wanted to introduce Jen to the place. It was a pretty damn spectacular dinner feast, and the two of us had to roll down the street back to the hotel. It was fairly obscene how much we ate, but it was so worth it.

The next day we went out to St. Paul, so that Jen could show me around her FABULOUS neighborhood. OMG! I love Cathedral Hill – what a cozy enclave! It was just charming, and Jen’s house is beautiful. The trees in the Twin Cities are very impressive, especially given how short the warm season can be, and everything was so clean. The garden in the back yard was bursting with veggies, and Jen’s porch is perfect for sitting and reading. And that’s exactly what we did. Just enchanting – the houses are all so varied, and each has so much character. I just sat and sipped ice water while Jen perused my latest writing project.

It was such a good time. As with my July, 2010 break, I got home feeling tired from the travel but rewarded from the journey. I really am glad that I am taking time to spend with friends. Seeing places (which isn’t really a large part of my travels, since most of my time is spent in the hotels of various destinations) really makes these trips special. Just as with my friend in Houston who shows me something wonderful in his city each time we go, getting out of work mode and hotel rooms is really feeding my spirit.

I haven’t decided on what to do with my September, 2010 break yet. It might be nice to simply stay put… or it might be time for another adventure.

So, I just made an observation while having a beautiful dinner with a delightful client: Many people are transitioning into adult entertainment (even if temporarily), because they cannot find other work. I noted after our dinner that many of the servers in the restaurant should put ads on RentBoy. My client then observed that it would create quite a bit of competition, and I observed that this career isn’t for everyone, which is forturnate since “I am already a lesser cherub amongst greater angels, and I don’t need any more competition.” LOL

So, I don’t know why I felt compelled to share this, but the wine was singing in my brain, and these were the lyrics that danced out of my head. At any rate, I’m going to go enjoy this wine buzz, taste some nice new chocolates, and enjoy the rest of what will sure to be a very pleasant evening.

I hope you are all drinking wine at least as good as what I had with dinner… Muah!

Last night I had a fantastic party at my place. Friends, family, and neighbors all came over to see my apartment, and we did some early birthday celebrating. I really felt surrounded by happiness. It wasn’t a housewarming as much as it was a heartwarming. I know some pretty fucking awesome people, and I hope you do as well.

I am writing this specifically for the people (friends, family, clients, acquaintances, readers, etc.) who have been calling, emailing, and texting. I have tried to reply to each individual, because I don’t want people worrying about me; however, it’s hard to keep up with the outpouring of support. It’s amazing to have so many people express that. It really is. Thank you!

I want you all to know, if you ever doubted it, that I am made of pretty strong stuff. I apologize if my recent blogging has created a “conversation” in the broader blogosphere that has upset you or caused you worry. I am doing perfectly fine, and I embrace you (even if I haven’t been able to say it to you directly).

It will be in other parties’ interest to make me look as bad as possible (in the eventuality of further action), but my testament is still posted here without revisions. Hopefully THAT tells you what you need to know. I wish you well, and thank you for your encouragement.

NOTE:

If you care to pose alternative observations to those I state on my blog, you are welcome and invited to submit your comments ON THE CONDITION THAT YOU REMAIN CIVIL. I have heard through friends that I am being criticized for not allowing more contrary discussion here. Let me be frank: This is MY blog, and it has a purpose. That purpose is not to allow anonymous strangers to vomit acid all over me. If you care to join the discussion from a different perspective, please do so with intelligence and a calm voice. If you recontextualize your comments within a framework of dialogue, rather than hysterical ranting, I will be quite happy to approve your comments.

An acquaintance I’ve had for some years and who has always been attracted to me has just set up an appointment. His boyfriend hurt him and they broke up, and he needs to splurge on himself. And he has chosen to do that with me. He says I have always turned him on, and that I’ve always been kind to him. So when he was trying to figure out what to do to pamper himself, I came immediately to mind.

I am going to cook dinner for him afterward. He needs to be taken care of, and having known him for five years, I can honestly say that I am happy to do it for him. He is a good soul, and I want him to feel better.

For me there is no issue doing an appointment with him, though he is nervous it will change our interaction. I have not spent much time with him in person, and so I believe he is over-thinking all this. At any rate, I’ve never been hired by someone whom I knew personally before my foray into this life. I’m rather intrigued by it!

I just want him to feel better.

EDIT:

He just left. All we did was talk and hold hands. It’s what he needed, and I’m glad he trusted me with some of what he was sharing for the first time with anyone in his life.

It’s funny how certain conversations seem to happen in batches. This weekend I am visiting friends and seeing clients in DC. Last weekend I was dancing in Greenville, SC and Asheville, NC. I was booked for the latter first, which was a fundraiser, and since it interrupted my weekend I decided to book the former to have something to do. My good friend Roxy C. Morecox is a widely celebrated female illusionist, and we talk pretty candidly about the escorting. She asked me which I preferred, escorting or exotic dancing. Oddly enough, I have had three clients ask me that question recently too.

I have to say it: Unequivocally, I prefer escorting. The bookings at the clubs this weekend drew everything into sharp focus. I don’t do the clubs hardly ever anymore, so when I do I keep having the same reaction: I used to put up with this abject bullshit? Really?? For TWELVE YEARS???

First, my clients are ALWAYS sober, clean, polite, and respectful. The place where I meet them is comfortable, and I am very relaxed and happy with the time I spend with my clients. I walked into the doors at the clubs and already felt out of place. My asshole even puckered tightly shut when I first walked into one of the clubs. Really? I mean really?? Why does this place have to be so gross?

Let me start by comparing the two. Whether I escort or perform I have to be conscious of my body, appearance, hygiene, and manners. Regardless of which I am doing I also have to be very sensitive to others. Also, whether I dance or date I have to be on top of my business.

However…

When I escort my clients are ALWAYS gentlemen. When I dance, gentlemen are almost nowhere to be found. When I escort my clients compliment my appearance. When I dance I get told any number of insulting comments about whatever feature is most offensive in that particular moment. When I escort the men are interested in talking to me and knowing something about me. When I dance they are far more likely to do or say anthing possible to embarrass or humiliate me. When I escort I can pay my bills. When I dance I am commanded to do any number of ridiculously inappropriate sexual circus tricks for a dollar. When I escort I stay in comfortable hotels. When I dance, the club owners stick me in places that I would be ashamed for clients to see. When I escort there are never requests for barebacking. When I dance I have this thrown at me in the dressing room: “Can I fuck you raw? I am into felching. I like to wipe it on my face – it’s good for the skin.”

Are you kidding me with this? I even had one loathsome individual try to tip me with my own money. He was so high that he thought the tips I’d handed to a friend to count was the cash he’d brought in to tip me with. Ummmmmmm… no. Not so much.

I had a very good time laughing and dancing with Roxy, and I would love to travel with her some more; however, I made in an entire weekend what I can make in two hours without the sleepless nights, smoke, drug addicts, alcohol, wanton groping, and strained muscles/sore back.

I definitely prefer escorting.