Citizen of Earth

In the somewhat obscured world of sex work, there exist stereotypes, some earned and some the fodder of the fantasy-inspired corners of our own lusts and desires. Conversations, deep conversations, meaningful conversations; these are possible, though not common in the realm of the one-night soiree. Sex workers inhabit that rarest of niches in our popular imagery; if you are familiar with the client-provider dynamic and the reasons that they are pursued, then you are privy to the centuries-old necessity for connection and desire to be desired. Conversely, if you are unfamiliar with this secret world within the world, then the dance that happens between two consenting parties may seem forbidden, sinful, and historically, criminal. Which is a goddamned shame.

Feel free to judge me as you like. I don’t care. Because I have found that the afore mentioned stereotypes don’t hold up to the deeply examined conscience. Why do I seek out providers? Your presumptions may have a tinge of accuracy, because millions of years of evolution and the carnal desire imbedded at the very core of our species meant to propagate its own survival is a very strong force. However, there are more layered nuances to the chase. For my part, I have mostly been in search of experiences that I do not want to die without having experienced. Sin? Lust? Greed? Whatever you say. But I share the secret smile of those who have pushed the boundaries of hedonism.

While I suspect that men and women in my position would give you a similar version of the same story, it has been my experience that the players on both side of the game remain guarded. This remains the default of the provider- largely for safety or self preservation, alternative names and personas are adopted. A social chameleon serves as a means to an end. Stereotypes surrounding sex workers also abound, many of which have been shared with me in confidence. Less frequently discussed are the brevity of the work- most providers have an exit strategy, an end date, a minimum reserve that will dictate retirement from the game, either in cash or a weariness of the industry’s social and physical pitfalls.

As mentioned, deep conversations are few and far between. Providers’ careers are short, transactional means can be tricky to accumulate for most mortal men and women, and both parties have their eye on an end that usually equates to physical climax.

I have spent the second act of my career as a writer. Frequent travel and curiosity places me in situations that make good stories. That’s the point, I suspect. I am a keen observer, and a good listener. I tell myself a story about sex work that is based on the few and frantic encounters that I have been lucky enough to find myself in. But at the end of the day, or night in most cases, I may have a memory that is not able to be shared with anyone other than my ever aging self. That is enough.

All of this changed last week. Why? Because last week, I found myself in the presence of the sublime Lady Sokha. The threads that end up tying someone to one provider or another are often complicated webs. So it was that a path I had originally started down led most unexpectedly to the discovery of Lady Sokha and what she described online as “therapy.”

Greeted by Sokha at her incall, an upscale condo in a trendy part of town, I was struck at once by her alarming smile; the kind of smile that shows not just in her mouth, but extends throughout her entire face, with inviting eyes. Instantly at ease, Lady Sokha disarmed me with her credence of acceptance, openness, and the deep desire for connection, individually and globally, that sexuality and eroticism can encapsulate. Tales of her frequent friends were shared, all with the common denominator of helping to insert some cosmic joy into the community.

It was the connection and forthright earnestness that won me over. A conduit of positive energy, Lady Sokha even demonstrated an energy tube that only produces sound when two people are touching. Stories about childhood, her path into the art of sexual healing, and long-term goals for end-of-life touch-centric care all won me over. I was hers.

Trusting her as a guide, I surrendered mind, body, and spirit to this muse of pleasure and connectivity. My particular request required a level of specificity that would be a stretch for the average provider. Freshening up in the powder room, Lady Sokha had not one but a rack full of the required equipment.

Reading an individual’s needs is an art that is gained through contact, expression, and communication, both verbal and non-verbal. Within minutes of our time together, my road-weary body awash in electricity and the flame of overwhelming passion, it was not hard to declare “this may be the greatest day of my life.”

And I meant it.

Anyone can provide touch. Anyone can provide carnal pleasure. But the intangible combination of seeing through a client’s guarded exterior and grabbing their beating heart in an embrace of true interconnectedness is something quite rare, not only in the industry, but on the planet as a whole. I think back on a lifetime of physical encounters, of which there have been many; from the terror of adolescent discovery to ones first true love to the calling of reproduction, all the way to boundary-pushing sessions with professionals in the field; and through this long thread of passion, nobody has ever lit me up quite so thoroughly as Lady Sokha.

Uninhibited and free of judgement, our time together has been replayed in my mind ever since the encounter. Every single second. I am a rare patron of sex work- never more than once per year. For me, this helps to keep the excitement and anticipation vital. It’s always an event to look forward to, made more precious by the rarity and near randomness of the encounter.

But I have found myself drifting back to the loving and warm embrace of Lady Sokha. For this reason, my schedule is starting to look more Colorado-centric as I lobby for freelance work. Trips to Denver are stacking up in my schedule, and all with the very real, very poignant logic that if something so amazing as Lady Sokha exists, regular encounters will only help expand the original experience, will only build off of the other-worldly connection that I felt in her possession. Even writing this long-winded review, I find myself short of breath and aroused at the recollection.

And I mean it.

Citizen of Earth