What Do You Look Like, Rose?

I'm asked this from time to time, and the question always strikes me as odd. So do requests for photographs.

If I was 78, wheel-chair-bound, with all the physical attributes you imagine such things describe, would it make any difference to our erotic fantasy spinning in the ether?

For the truth is, what we are doing is reaching into your psyche and pulling pleasurably on the bulbous glans which, for all intents and purposes, you want stroked more than your man-meat. This neither requires my physical self nor images of my attributes.

When escorting, obviously my looks were a huge part of the business. A man who requests a lithe Asian woman will not be soothed by a buxom blonde with a bodonk-a-donk butt -- not just because these attributes do not serve the specific fantasy he has, but there are trust issues as well. More than the old bait-and-switch, the unexpectedness upon opening the door reaffirms this is a stranger -- and there are always dangers with strangers.

Being as described is often the only calming influence an escort brings to a new client; it's proof that our word is our bond. Our physical attributes are not just selling points or game pieces for play, but the reality, the security, we bring to our meeting.

And as I type this I realize the connection between caller and PSO's physical appearance...

The sometimes intense needs to know what I look like 'for real', even to see it in photographs, is nothing more than you wanting something tangible out of all of this. Something which means our connection is real, something which proves I'm not entirely a dream girl that you've made up in your mind -- because if I am just that, well then, haven't you just been stroking yourself after all?

If this is at all the truth, then gazing upon my body provides not just the visual lust cues that men are so famous for following; it provides a sense of reality. I become real.

And so, I will have to reconsider the need for photographs of myself... Juxtaposed with my own need for privacy (and the possibility that marketing my face &/or form may delight one as easily as it disappoints another) this new idea of my physical appearance as comforting reality no longer can be so easily dismissed.