The Disappearing Act

Oftentimes, escorts have to go UTR, which is hooker code for “under the radar.”    Perhaps it’s getting “hot” in their particular city, meaning that law enforcement is stirring things up – maybe a raid just went down, or there’s word of impending busts.   Sometimes a client is the cause for going underground for awhile, too.  We do get people periodicially who go crazy – either some misguided love/stalking thing, or even something more dangerous that makes us fear for our safety.

I’ve done my own disappearing act this summer, but it’s had nothing to do with cops or batshit crazy clients.  While I can’t really share any details, suffice it to say, I’m FINE and I’m safe and I’m taking good care of myself.    I really needed a break, too, from everything.   I’m old enough to be able to see the value in stepping back and getting perspective on the Big Picture.  Reassess, prioritize, check in.   It’s been painful, and trust me, I’m not into suffering.   I’m too much of a hedonist.

Part of the moth-to-butterfly effect has been a reassessment of the direction of the Modern Hooker cartoons as well.  I could easily continue on in the vein of Public Service Announcements for the sex worker rights movement, and the zingy little quips and ha-ha’s.   There’s a lot of material there, trust me.   But I’m ready to start getting a little more real and start sharing some of my story on a more genuine level.  Hopefully, there’ll be some humor in there somewhere.  I’m always willing to make a fool of myself for the greater good.

In the meantime, thanks to all of you for your continued love and support and concern.   Really, folks, I’m too tough to be down for the count very long.   But I could definitely use your positive vibrations, prayers and altar offerings in the coming weeks as I trudge through the final part of this particular journey.

With Love,

MH