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REST


Curious….I’m going to blog about the effects of finally getting enough sleep, so I googled “Rest” to see what cool pictures I could find for the post, and I found R.E.S.T – Real Escape from the Sex Trade. That wasn’t really the kind of rest I had in mind. In fact, I have no intention of giving up sex work any time soon. I have been taking a break for the last couple of weeks, but rent is due soon, so I saw a client tonight. Embarrassingly, I have apparently seen this guy quite a few times before, and I barely remembered him at all although the last time was only a few months ago. It has occurred to me that there must be countless men who have been my clients, and who have seen me out and about in public at some point, and whom I wouldn’t recognize. This doesn’t make me feel slutty, but it does make me feel that I’m cheapening the sex act if I can’t even remember some of the dudes. I’m sure most of you think that being an erotic masseuse is already cheapening sex, or sexual intimacy, but I don’t think it has to be that way. It can be a meaningful exchange for both parties involved. I’d like to think that I would remember every guy I came into contact with, but obviously that is not the case. But who cares, eh? Would every dentist I’ve ever been to, for example, recognize me and my molars if they saw me in a non-dentist chair setting. I doubt it, and nobody would accuse them of cheapening dentistry.

But oh how I digress. I wanted to talk about sleep. I went to bed last night at 10:00 p.m. which must be the first time I’ve gone to bed that early since I was a wee girl. Admittedly I did read until 10:30 p.m. but that still gave me 7.5 hours sleep before getting up at 6:00 a.m. I wouldn’t say that I leapt out of bed with a spring in my step (um, I wasted 45 minutes posting cat videos to Facebook) but I certainly felt a whole lot more awake at work, and after coming home. My mood was noticeably brighter too.

It occurred to me with some sadness that a lot of the things I have fucked up in my life (relationships, job, graduate school etc) are probably the result of being sleep deprived, to a certain extent. I’m already  (how could I put it kindly) somewhat emotionally labile by nature, and if you throw some lack of sleep into the mix (and, God forbid, alcohol and lack of food) I can barely control myself. There have definitely been many things I’ve said and done when deprived of sleep that I bitterly regret.

I’m not claiming that 8 hours sleep a night is a panacea for all mental health problems, but, hell, it gives you a stronger base to start off from.

The Seven Minute Itch


Recently I’ve noticed that I’m incredibly sleep-deprived. I’ve always been somebody who skimped on sleep with the intention of fitting so much more into my waking hours. Despite this inevitably always backfiring, with me ending up too exhausted to do all the fun/important things I’d planned, I never stopped trying to burn the candle at both ends.

I just cannot ignore that this type of lifestyle is not working for me anymore. It’s totally unhealthy to have some sort of vague, unspecified bed time. More often than not I’ll end up lying down for “five minutes”, just to “rest my eyes”, and I’ll wake up hours later in the wee small hours with all my clothes on, my eyes glued shut because I didn’t remove my contact lenses, and without having brushed my teeth.

So, I’ve decided that this needs to change. There are four things I would like to happen every day. The first two are things that the average person doesn’t even think about out, and just takes for granted, but somehow I find them incredibly difficult:

(1) Get 7.5-8 hours sleep a night (This means going to bed at 10:00 a.m., maybe reading to 10:30 p.m., and getting up at 6:00 a.m.)

(2) Eat three consistent meals.

The other two things are goals related more to spirituality and creativity:

(1) Meditate every day

(2) Blog every day

And I want to do both of these things even if I only have a few minutes to spare, like tonight.

I’m sure that this blog post (written in 8 minutes – I cheated) isn’t exactly entertaining, but the point is to get into the habit of writing every day, even if I don’t have the time to knock out an amazingly analytical work of art.

And now….I’m off to meditate for 10 minutes. Then bed, and reading.

“And so to bed”


The title for this post just popped into my head (for it is, indeed, off to bed that I am heading) and I wondered where I had heard it before. I just googled it and apparently it was Samuel Pepys, the famous English diarist, who used it, at the end of every diary entry. Ye cannae say that you don’t get educated on this blog, eh?!

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It’s interesting, isn’t it?, that a seventeenth century man is most famous for his diary. Sometimes I feel so self-indulgent and pathetic when I write on here every day about my life, and my little insecurities, but it just goes to show that people have been doing it for centuries, and nosy parkers will always be interested.

However, I digress…

The bedtime title of today’s post is because it is nearly 10:30 p.m*. and I really, really, really want to try to start getting into a habit of going to bed much earlier, around the same time each night, if possible. I have never been one who likes going to bed early because I always feel like I’m missing something if I do. In nearly thirty-two years on this planet, however, nothing really exciting has ever happened to me when I purposefully stayed up late. You’d think I would learn, wouldn’t you?, but nope.

If I had a normal job, and had to be at work every day at a certain time, I’m sure my bad bedtime habits would sort themselves out by sheer dint of necessity. That’s what used to happen, anyway. However, with the massage, I can start when I want, and I often I do. I’ll end up staying up late, surfing the internet pointlessly, just because I don’t have a job and responsilities to attend to the next morning. I know that some sex workers love the freedom of this job, but it’s really not for me. The lack of routine and structure makes me feel unstable and confused. I find it hard to be productive and get anything done.

Yesterday, when I was reading more about Ayurveda and about my body type, Vata, I saw that it’s really important for me to get to bed early, and get up early, too. Routine is apparently also essential. This is something I’ve always known about myself, so I need to make some lifestyle changes.

And so to bed!

* Now, it’s nearly 11:30 p.m. because Midwestern Man brought me a brownie, and we chatted for a while. Sigh. At least I’ll be going to bed before midnight. Still a major change for me.