Horizontal Lives

True Tales of the Infamous Courtesan: Persephone N. Hades and her Horizontal Life underground. How she got there, her mis-adventures and her struggle to re-surface.

Monday, February 28, 2005

To Blog or Not to Blog

My friend from England thought I should write a Web Blog.
And so I did.
I am.

It’s not what he imagined it would be and he sometimes coaches me to keep things ‘light and short.’ He’s right of course.
And I tried to do that.
At first.

But I got excited about it.
It, The Blog, became all I looked forward to every night.
I was so enthused I made the grand mistake of telling people about it.
Lots of people.

People who I somehow thought, even though they could never stand to hear me talk about my life in person, mightn’t mind reading about it in a ‘fun, quirky’ way.
(Most have never mentioned it.)

People like my clients.
(Most of whom got angry after realizing upon reading that I lovingly see other men and don’t just disappear after they leave.)

People ‘in the Arts’ who might even find it interesting and help me do something with it beyond Blogging.
(None of whom ever called me again after I gave them the address.)

Like throwing a party and none of your friends showing up.

Funny how life works.
Miraculously, strangers came. And, to be fair, a few friends. And I was glad to have them, but I was discouraged.
My Writing must be HORRIFIC.
My Life, even in the Underground, BORING.

My friend from England called again.
"So you’re back from your trip! What kind of a day is it when I have to check your Web Blog to find out what’s going on in your life?"

"Sorry honey. How are you?"

"I’m fine. What’s going on there? You’re not writing. I called you three times on Monday morning when you’re usually around and no answer."

"I know. I’m sorry. I don’t think I can write anymore. I’m not very good and I have nothing interesting to say."

"Oh come on. You sound pathetic."

"I am. I’m in the depths of despair."

"God! That’s really pathetic. Where were you Monday?"

"In therapy. Psychotherapy."

"For what?"

"Not me. It’s Couples Therapy."

"Wait. You’ve got a Mate? When did this happen? Does he know what you do?"

"No. No. No boyfriend. I’m in therapy with a Client."

"What? In therapy with a Client? That’s outrageous. Why?"

"I’ve been seeing him for many years and we had a big disagreement and we really needed an outside ear, that’s all."

Laughter. Guffawing. Coughing. Then:
"Persephone. Are you serious? You’re in Couples Psychotherapy with a Client?"

"I am. What’s so funny?"

"Well besides being strange, unusual, bizarre and a bit unnatural, it's beside the point, isn't it?"

"It is?"

"God. You must be the only, and the first Escort, I would venture to say, in the History of the World to be in Couples Therapy with a Client. If you don’t continue to write that fucking blog, I’m going to have to travel across the pond and kill you." (Or something like that.)

And so, in part to prevent my friend from an unintentional murder, and in part because I enjoy it so much, I am writing again.

In between Therapy sessions.

Thank you for 'coming'.


At 12:30 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your time would probably be better spent seeing a therapist about you and your blog than with a client. I knew some thing was rotten in Toontown when you weren't writing to your blog. Good or bad reviews, it never stopped you before...


Roger Rabbit

At 4:17 PM, Blogger Skarlett said...

Send a "thank you" to your friend across the pond from me :)
I'm happy you're writing again.
As far as therapy goes-
I've done it with boyfriends, and alone, and have never been as interested in a session as I now am in what adventures are awaiting you.
Well done for continuing to care about your clients, and for taking care of yourself.

At 9:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Please don't give up writing. I really enjoy your blog. AS you prolly guess from a much earlier entry I've spent time in a mental hospital and have been in some type of therapy most of my life. They say the sane response to an insane world is............ well you get the picture. That you're having trouble is not surprising. I wish I could help, but I don't know how. Please keep blogging so we can maintain this tenuous connection and know that there are many fans, like myself, whose lives would be less without you as a part of them
I've missed you and would miss you terribly if you stopped.

At 10:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

me again. Just a few words on therapy. I presently see a pyschiatrist rather than a therapist. His answer to everything is medication. I can't say it hasn't been effctive, but feel sometimes I've lost as much as I've gained. Am presently reassessing my current medication profile for this reason. I've also told the shrink, on occasion, that if he had a pill that would keep me fron car breakdowns, toxic workplace environments, Middle age angst, relationship problems etc. I would take it in a minute. Unfortunately they don't have one. You're not alone, but it sometimes feels that way


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