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Songs to Dance, Fuck and Move To

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If you know me, you’d know that music drives me and I rarely go without a playlist to complement the environment I am in. I believe that it is one of the universal languages of connection we have, and that curating a great soundtrack can only do wonders in bringing people together. In saying that, here are some of my favourite tunes to move my body to, in and out of the bedroom…

Minnie Riperton, Rotary Connection, 1971, I am The Black Gold of The Sun

Soul meets universe with this psychedelic jazz-soul number. Flowing into territories of funk and rock, this is a song that will pick you up with it as it struts through its own lifetime. From the first minute you’re taken over by shredding guitars and a rhythm that feels like flying. This will always be one of the most joyous celebrations of life I have ever felt.

Erykah Badu, 2003, I Want You

My most cherished memory of this song was during an extended booking with a client at his apartment. We smoked a little weed together and spent hours talking just because the feeling that we knew each other was so evident. As he asked me to dance with him, this song came on; The heartbeat of every kick creating a soothing tempo to move, hips to hips, flowing through a moment of bittersweet romance, wishing it lasted longer than the moment we were given. A song to long to and a song to break through yourself with.

Mazzy Star, 1993, Wasted

My oh my, this blues rock track always puts me in a mood. The drums swagger alongside a crunchy guitar riff, with tender, moaning vocals that pull you into a dreamy daze. If you’re looking for a song to chew you up and spit you out in the heat of the moment, this is the one for you. Best played during hot, sweaty sex or during the building anticipation of first touch.

The Chakachas, 1971, Jungle Fever

Anyone who has seen Boogie Nights knows that this is a very cheeky track. Listen to the first 30 seconds and you will find you are already far along a ride you didn’t know you got on. Every interlude drawing you further into tantalization, you’ll find your breath coinciding with the rise and the fall of the tension this song holds.

Betty Davis, 1973, If I’m In Luck I Might Get Picked Up

Davis as always is able to encapsulate a state of playfulness and sensuality, while expressive and boisterous. This one gives me the image of kicking glasses of the bar tabletop, parading around for anyone watching. The thrill of the chase, the desire to give yourself up. Be prepared to throw yourself in a slow cooker of unconstrained teasing and ferocious lust.

Creedence Clearwater Revival, 1968, I Put A Spell On You

Creedence Clearwater Revival really do themselves justice with one of my favourite covers of all time. This track would almost be playful if it wasn’t so animalistic. If you weren’t rolling around the sheets in a wild frenzy before this one, you will be now. There is a tinge of encapsulation and ownership with this one that always makes me feel helpless in another’s arms. The perfect mixture of menace and submission, this song plays a demon in the bedroom.

Lamb, 1996, Lusty

A song about longing with just enough kick to lift you up. I recommend listening to this one as you walk around in the sun or feel the rain on your skin. Observe what is around you, observe the feelings that arise, and observe who comes into your mind. This one always makes me want to let go of nostalgia and run into the arms of something passionate and loving.

Ask Hunter: The Love Witch

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Firstly, to those who sent your questions in during the last few days, thank you for your curiosity and thoughtfulness. I am looking forward to connecting with you, my readers, on a new level. Today’s submission is from a client in Brisbane seeking advice on gifting your escort.

Hello Hunter,
I want to send a gift to my escort but I don’t know what is appropriate to give or if it will come across the wrong way. What are your suggestions for gifts and should I give them to her? Thank you.
Daniel, Brisbane

Extending your gratitude and showing generosity (hint hint) is, in my books, always a very admirable trait in another person. We may like to cook for our loved ones, send flowers to those who are down, offer resources to those in need… These are all wonderful ways to foster community, but do they extend to your escort?

Every Sex Worker is going to have differing opinions and thoughts on this topic, but here are some general things to consider when it comes to gifting your escort.

Do escorts want gifts?

The first thing to consider here is, why am I giving this gift? Maybe it is for a joy of giving. Maybe you are wanting to provide ease and happiness to someone who has extended themselves to you. These actions can be sincere and heartfelt. But what happens when there is expectation behind giving?

The biggest thing I would look out for is making your escort feel as though a gift comes with a price. Are you expecting her to give you cheaper services? Are you wanting extra time and attention in and outside of your bookings? Gifting can be a great way to bring you closer to someone, but remember, special privileges come from sincere care, investment, and an ongoing connection. None of these can be fostered from a gift alone.

I have a handful of clients who I love to check in on and talk to without payment. None of these clients have ever pressured me to do so. These are clients who have genuinely supported me physically, emotionally and financially without expectation.

Most people generally love personal actions of thought, but if you are truly worried about overstepping, there is no harm in asking your escort if you can gift her something.

What to gift your escort…

While gifts are lovely, you may want to avoid guessing what your escort would like. Pay attention to what she talks about. What music does she like? What does she like to read? Does she have a favourite flower? Is there something she has been talking about saving up for?

Many escorts will even have a wishlist that you can look at on their websites or advertising. These may be intimate or may be practical. A hard and fast question to refer to is ‘Is this gift for me or her?’

Think, a new cooking appliance she has been wanting may be better use than lingerie that she wouldn’t usually wear. In the same way, new lingerie for a photoshoot she has been wanting will be a greater help than randomly choosing a set you want to see her in. While there’s no issue with desiring an outfit request, this is something you’d probably want to purchase for a booking, not as a personal gift.

Remember, a gift doesn’t have to be big or expensive. Some of my favourite gifts I have received from my clients have been a handcrafted solar system pendant, a record they thought I may enjoy based on my playlist, a deck of tarot cards etc.

Your escort may prefer practical gifts, and in this case, think about what she needs for her physical and emotional health. I’ve had clients gift me the cost of my therapy, my cat’s adoption fee, and day spa appointments. A thoughtful gift can mean more than something flashy, and it shows that you’re really thinking about her.

When in doubt, money is always a good option. Money helps your escort pay for their rent, their bills, their food, their business expenses… You can never go wrong with investing directly into someone’s life.

What’s the best way to get your gift to your escort?

It is very easy to get wrapped up in doing something nice for your SW that we may forget about privacy. Some general things to consider would be…

 Is it indiscrete to bring flowers to your appointment without asking?

Your escort may be moving between appointments, may have people in her life who don’t know what she does, may be working out of a hotel etc. Make sure what you do doesn’t bring attention to her unless you have explicitly asked.

Does your escort have a P.O box she would prefer presents to be sent to?

Generally, most escorts will not want to give you their personal details, so make sure there is a way to send your gift to her discreetly. Alternatively, you can send a gift card to her email for the site you are shopping off with a thoughtful note so she can directly purchase the gift.

If she is on tour – is it something that is hard to cart around?

If your escort is moving every 2-3 days, flowers and objects that take up luggage space are probably not ideal. Instead, opt for something smaller and meaningful. A book or a tip always do nicely.

Remember, gift giving is a celebration of another, so whatever you decide to do, do it with your escort in mind.

Sex, Shame, and Service

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Sex work was never something I outright decided to do. In fact, the first few years I was dabbling in it, I had no idea that what I was doing was constituted as such.

When I was much younger, I became obsessed with the idea of sex. I would watch porn constantly and wonder if a guy would ever sleep with me because my pussy didn’t look like the pussies all the girls in the videos had. I mentally planned to get vaginaplasty as soon as possible, lest I stay a virgin forever. Little did I know.

I had a second Tumblr dedicated to reposting porn GIFs, and when I got worried about my pornographic internet history being found out, I switched to masturbating to my Tumblr blog. Today I rarely watch porn, and when I do I find myself zoning out from what I’m watching and dipping into my own mental images.

I think I was about 10 years old when I first had the thought, ‘one day when my parents are dead I’ll be in a porn film.’ From the get go, even with no understanding of the sex industry at all, or any concept of sex workers (to me, porn was just something that existed. I didn’t have context for it), I somehow knew that the idea of doing this was wrapped in shame and that I should forever keep such desires a secret.

I had a Catholic upbringing, where no one spoke about sex. Our schools never mentioned the word unless it was in relation to abstaining from it. My first sexual experience was being coerced at the hands of someone else, at an age where I didn’t understand what I was doing. My parents never whispered a word about puberty to me, and by the time I figured out that I even had a body part that I liked to touch and I didn’t know why, I already had a lot of horrible feelings surrounding sex.

Masturbating was a foreign concept, but I knew if I rubbed myself against the edge of my bed I felt nice, until I felt ‘too nice’. I didn’t know what an orgasm was, but whenever I finished and the elation and desire had surpassed, I was left with an overwhelming, sinking feeling of disgust with myself.

Over the years, like many other women my age in that time, I taught myself about sex and sex education through shared resources online. I felt like I was constantly fighting to just understand. Sex wasn’t something I was particularly ready to go and do. I just couldn’t understand why people would be trying to hide it from me.

I started frequenting Craigslist (RIP) and decided that I would take photos of myself and get some money in return so that I could plan to leave home as soon as I could. I didn’t understand that grown men were wanting photos of underage girls. Age just didn’t come into play for me. It didn’t feel like a big deal at the time, and my only concern was that people would find out. Looking back now, I only feel shock that I got such little money for something so horrendous.

My first kiss was with my high school best friend. It was spontaneous and rushed, not magical at all. But I had so much love for her. I felt safe with her. We were connected in a way I couldn’t understand at the time. My next experience with anyone was a girl I met online. I’d catch a train an hour and a half from where I lived to meet her after her cafe job. Neither of us were experienced or informed enough to understand our feelings, and we fooled around once and then never again. But it was the first time I had tasted a woman.

I came out as gay when I was about 17. Months later I met the boy I lost my virginity to. I felt as though I had betrayed myself and all the lesbians of the world. Finally after years, I had come clean that I liked women, and then I had gone ahead and fallen for a guy. Embarrassed but determined, I pushed through my discomfort and confusion and was able to experience the gruelling and unfortunate experience of first love, the uneventfulness of having sex for the first time, and the familiarity of being let down. The next boy I fell for was when I started to get a taste for sex. I didn’t feel very comfortable or confident doing it but I liked doing it nonetheless.

I became friends with someone who was the first person I knew of who was doing acts of sex work. I still didn’t understand how many people did such things, or that it could involve so much outside of sex.

She taught me how to sell my underwear, which was very profitable at the time and had a big online market. We would go to Kmart, buy a 5 pack of anything that didn’t look too cheap, rip the tags off, chuck a pair on in the bathrooms of the shopping centre, sit in the park and post ads, get a message, negotiate a price, meet them in a park somewhere, slip the underwear off, take the money, put the next pair on and do it all again. She was the first person I knew who funded their life doing this. I was enthralled.

I moved out of home and subleased my aunt’s apartment while she was overseas. My parents thought I would be there for a month but I knew I couldn’t go back home. I had no job and 4 weeks to figure out a way I didn’t have to go back.

I started selling my underwear on my own, and without the confidence of having someone else around and feeling like we had a secret operation growing, I was clueless. Staying in my aunts apartment at the time, I had been sending underwear and socks to people in the mail, but had a buyer who wanted to watch me take the underwear off. I decided to give out the address of the block to him so that I could go downstairs and make the exchange without him knowing what number I was residing at. (If my aunt ever reads this, I am so sorry.)

Looking back and knowing what I know now, I can tell he would have been the perfect client. But I was so scared of who I would meet up with, what I should say, if I was just a joke and he would laugh at me and leave. None of this happened.

He pulled his car into the block, where I was already waiting by the car park at the back. He rolled his window down, said hello, I got the money, he watched me slide the underwear off, I handed them to him, told him to enjoy his day, and he was on his merry way. (Disclaimer: I was definitely a lot more awkward than I’ve written here.)

After a while, the anxiety of not knowing a community existed for this and having no security measures got to me and I got a customer service job. I did this for almost 2 years and became deeply depressed.

Eventually I found out that – HELLO – parlours and brothels existed all around me. I became friends with a worker who directed me to a massage parlour she started in. I was 19 at the time, had only slept with two people, and I was terrified. But not as terrified of what I would do if I continued my life the way I was.

My first client was on a Monday morning around midday. We went into the room and he immediately pulled out a bag of cocaine and asked me if I wanted some. I politely declined but let him do his thing. After chatting for a while I found out he had driven to the parlour from his son’s soccer game, and had ducked out during it to get his rocks off. He asked me what extras I did and I told him I wasn’t sure as it was my first booking. He then threw a hundred dollar note at me and when I asked what it was for, he just shrugged and said, “It just felt right.”

I got booked for every intro I did that day, and I walked out of the parlour that night with about $600, the most money I had ever had at once in my life. And it was all mine. I didn’t have to keep eating packet noodles to budget. I didn’t have to decline going out for dinner with my friends. I felt like I had unlocked life’s biggest hack. I was elated and I cried on the way home.

I’ve now been in the sex industry officially for 5 years, trying my fair share of parlours and brothels, before eventually getting into private work and establishing Hunter Eve. I have had many different experiences in this industry, some that still make my heart hurt today, and many that have changed my life and perspective.

I have learnt so much about myself and relationships through my work, but the most important thing I have to thank this work for is forever testing me to grow on the go, throwing me into moments of vulnerability, pressure, and intimacy, and ultimately teaching me how to trust my inner knowing. There is nothing that could ever replace the immense, overwhelming feeling of bittersweet happiness that comes when you realise that you have your own back, and you always will.

So, I’m starting a blog..

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Well, it’s a strange time to be.. anywhere right now. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been in lockdown but energetically, it feels like a lifetime. I’ve pondered most days on community and what that means (and how to hold onto it when you find yourself so frequently alone). So, I’m starting a blog..

Let’s have a conversation.

For those of you who know me, you’ve probably realised that I am a highly personal individual. I like open exchanges. I inquire inquisitively into people’s thoughts and beliefs. What makes them raw and vibrant. I am as curious as I am bold about the inner workings of the ways we come together and pull away as individuals and as a society. It is during these pulls towards such conversations that I find my personal life and my work intertwine so delicately, leading me to the same thread every time – curating spaces for exploration, healing and growth is vital.

For me, this looks like mapping.

So, what is mapping?

Mapping is a term I use for the practice of focussing on reconnecting with the higher parts of ourselves that see things full picture. This looks like developing a language with ourselves that is guided by our own individual map.

Your map includes all things past, present, future, and even includes what you cannot see yet but somehow know. This language is so subtle yet so powerful we often forget it is simply our own emotions and intuitive selves.

In times like these, mapping is such an incredible tool we can implement into our day to day. It creates influence beyond lower understanding and ego. It shifts you from “thinking your path” into feeling it.

How do we use this tool?

This isn’t something you need to physically overexert. Rather, it is a practice that becomes more subconscious and eventually flows with time.

Mapping doesn’t require the mental strain that so many of us are burnt out from. This is a transitional way of letting go consciously and allowing the parts of ourselves that tell us what we need to do exactly that.

To do this, we can start with three things.

Emotional awareness development

Intend to tune in with your emotions. For a few moments, as they arise, feel and observe them while you go about your day. This is to become mindful of your emotional state at all times until gradually this flows without conscious effort. Doing this, you will begin to see the life cycles of specific feelings and how you may release or bury them.

Mental awareness development

This is purely about observing the flow of your thoughts. Your mind is regularly downloading with new thoughts, images, comments and chatters. Observing them is not about controlling, but discovering patterns in the ways your thoughts are created. Maybe you discover that you force yourself to try express every thought with words. Maybe you make correlations between how you see and interpret the world through specific ideas and patterns that frequent your mind, ideal or not.

Speech awareness development

The words you choose to use, the tone of your voice (yes, even your inner voice) and the intonation of your sentences hold great meaning. Observe your speech and try to understand why you subconsciously or consciously express the way you do. The difference between two words you may use to express the same thing may seem subtle, however it can completely change the message and emotional reaction of the person you are talking to.

Moving ahead..

The last two years have been so especially throwing that it may feel impossible to see your reality in another lens. But that is exactly it. There is no need to intellectually force change upon yourself. Rather, try to let change come to you over time, and keep following the language of your map.

This is not about disregarding the painful and hiding the truth of what we feel. Your thoughts, beliefs, and emotions are entities of their own that are allowed to breathe, come through, and when ready, leave.

I am looking towards future endeavours that indulge this connection and trust in all parts of ourselves and in the essence of others. This, is the very core of what makes my business so passionate and fulfilling.

I’m going to use this space to write to you all every week about what I feel a pull to share. If anything at all, I envision this becoming a space for my clients and coworkers alike to embrace walking forward knowing their strength, and a space for you and I to feel that magic fuel we all need to keep driving – community and connection.

My teenage self would be very amused with me now. She always wanted to be a writer.