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A New York Escorts Confessions

Now that I’m back and have turned comments back on, the haters have returned. Of course. Since I’ve never been one to back down from a good verbal catfight, I’m a jumpin’ in. I may not win a battle of the brawns, but watch out if it’s a battle of the brains. I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.

In my last post, several commenters expressed some slight doubts.

Fake writes:

Not Fooled:

Well, let me settle this matter once and for all. I’m still the same Alexa. As my good friend Renee once said, “I think, therefore I am.”

To the naysayers who demand real physical proof, I know. I can’t offer any. As I said in my earlier post “My Secret Garden”, I have a strict policy of not meeting anyone from my blog. But isn’t that what makes these Internets so darned special? As one of my earliest visitors once said, I could be some 300lb. mail room clerk from Nebraska cooking up stories about the high life in New York. (To this day, I’m still offended that he imagined me in a red state!)

Although I can’t offer any proof that I am me, I would like to address some of the valid issues raised…

1. Tell me the truth. You’re just some other person impersonating Alexa, aren’t you?
No, you nitwit. I just answered that question.

2. You’re a lying bitch. Whassup with the changed content, yo?
Whoa! You’ve got me! So I’ve been posting some articles with links and galleries in between my personal posts. I even posted one part of an erotic story called Satin (Part I). I must be a different person.

Oh, but wait. What’s this? Didn’t I explicitly say that the story belonged to someone else and that my friend would post the galleries? I haven’t given him a username because I don’t know how and don’t want to figure out how to do it until I decide if the galleries will be more regular. I also didn’t publish Satin (Part II) because the author and I had some creative differences about the ending.

My therapist told me that I have multiple personalities and a couple of my alter-egos weren’t happy being bottled up while fake-Alexa posted away. They got into a fight, took over for a couple days and posted some articles. But fake-Alexa won in the end. She denied her friends a username and squelched Part II of the story.

3. You suck! You’re just trying to pimp your ho site to make gobs of money!
You know, I’ve just been waiting for that moment when I can quit my work as a highly paid escort in Manhattan and start living off those royalties from my lil’ blog. Gee, I can’t wait for those Benjamins to come rolling in. Maybe then, I can afford to move to Nebraska.

4. Whatever! I know you sold you’re bitch site to someone else.
First, Miss Manners says you really ought to get your spelling right. It’s “your”, not “you’re”. Second, how much do you think this site is really worth? After I’ve put in all this time to write about me and share my thoughts, do you think that you can pay me enough to sell it to you? OK, well if you’ve really got a million dollars, then I’ll gladly sell my site to you. I’ll even give you a free date.

5. I know you’re up to no good! Why did you change the look of your site?
I’m guilty as charged. Guilty of messing around with my blog and pandering to my visitors. Your honor, I admit it. I came back from a break and wanted to mix things up a little bit. Maybe add back the comments. Change the layout a bit. Add some boobs. My friend S agreed to help and I let him do it. I know. I really should’ve left good enough alone. Blogs and sites should never change. They should remain frozen in time. Lord, have mercy on me!

OK. In all seriousness… I haven’t really changed what I write about. I still write about my stupid crazy fucked up personal secret sexy experiences in New York. I have expanded what I post, though. When I was on break, I started emailing some friends funny links that I found. They really liked them and so now I post them on my blog. I hope you like them too.

Oh, what about the boobs and babes? Well, so many guys asked to see my boobs, that I decided to comply, but with other girls’ boobs. When asked if you’d be interested in boobs, at least 20 said “fuck, yeah!” So who am I to deny your heartfelt desires?

In closing, Katiebird and Dante, I love you! You guys are the bestest.

Now, if only I could find a studbot who would always be hard in all the right places when I needed him and never complained about being sexually frustrated if I wasn’t in the mood and always groomed himself and gave me foot massages and back rubs and and…