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You can contact me by email at: mg@myglamorousaunt.com
Letters from America
Saturday 10 March 2018
Recently I made a new friend who is an Australian living and working in the US. We talked about America and he asked me where I had visited. One of the places was Detroit where I visited for work quite a few years ago now. My new friend immediately asked whether I knew Shinola watches (which I didn’t). Shinola is all about the best in Detroit’s legacy of quality industrial design and processing.
I later spent time enjoying the Shinola website. I really appreciated learning about this venture. Here is a fine example of what they are about:
And here is a version for women that I like:
When I visited about 10 years ago Detroit it felt a city with a great past and great past wealth. The most striking thing first up was the miles of abandoned houses in what must have once been affluent suburbs. It was the closest thing to a culture shock I have experienced, just for a few moments, in the Anglo world.
When I first visited Detroit I had just finished reading a novel called Middlesex by Michael Eugenides which was set in part in Detroit, including Detroit during the civil unrest and race riots in 1967.
So when I arrived my conception of what had happened in Detroit was a work of my imagination based on this novel. And as I was driven from the airport into the centre of the city through these abandoned suburbs I could not believe what I saw. Street after street of empty boarded up overgrown and burnt out houses – a living testament to a disruptive modern historical event, a bombed out war zone that the survivors had never rebuilt, but had just been abandoned there for 40 years. And the houses were clearly houses that had formerly been grand. There was an established well heeled life that went with these streets, and it was visibly wiped out. It was just inconceivable to me that this could be part of a modern peace time consumer city culture.
I searched the internet and found photos of the once splendid houses in those abandoned suburbs. The photos I have included here show the houses all overgrown with green. This is what it looked like to me because I visited in summer.
I recently saw a 2017 film by director Kathryn Bigelow simply called Detroit. It deals with a key incident that occurred during the race riots of 1967 and is quite a harrowing watch. I had heard about this film long before I saw it, in a radio documentary about the process of depicting living history. The documentary had remarkable interview material from people who had lived through the violence 50 years before.
Detroit already had problems by the time of the unrest in 1967 – the chief being declining manufacturing sector and car industry.
Sadly the GFC brought more disruption to the political geography of Detroit when the collapse of mortgage securities enterprises Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac saw more houses abandoned in outer suburbs, with owners forced to walk away (literally) from their untenably financed houses.
But there is often talk of rebuilding Detroit – with high tech, the film industry and similar ventures. First stop Shinola watches. Thanks to my new friend for telling me about them.
MG xx
Letters from America
Sunday 17 December 2017
I have just come home from my December visit to Canberra, just in time to send out this week’s Letter from America.
It was a great visit. The weather was pure Canberra summer, all hard blue sky although we had a huge thunder storm in the middle of the second night. I had an unexpected pleasure from the profusely flowering roses planted right under the balcony of the hotel room. With the intense heat during the day and the long afternoon, by early evening the scent of the roses coming up into the room was very strong – a lovely evocative perfume which took me by surprise. Here is a photo taken by me looking down over the balcony straight onto one of the culprits:
This beautiful flower reminded me of an unforgettable book that is treated as a children’s book (which plainly it is not), Antoine Saint Exupery’s The Little Prince.
Here is a link to Chapter 8 of the book which concerns the Little Prince’s relationship with the rose. It is a tale of complex love and painful awakening to the meaning of things. I highly recommend looking at it and the author’s charming drawings. The chapter is quite short perhaps 300 words, and, as I said before, unforgettable.
http://papermine.com/pub/2005#article/34735
“The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her . . . I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her . . .”
MG
xx
never complacent in love
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 10 December 2017
It’s the bane of the oldest profession to be depicted in the media and arts in a way which is misleading, sensationalised and frequently harmful. I haven’t ever seen a depiction of sex work any better than in the short Australian film Black and White and Sex, which was released a few years ago. Here is a link to a short review on an amateur blog.
The official website with the distributor’s contact details is included here as well, in case you wanted to buy a DVD copy, which I would strongly recommend:
https://www.blackandwhiteandsex.com/
The short film raises a wide range of issues in an undogmatic way. I dislike art being used didactically. This film deals with genuine “social” issues but from intimate points of view, and it doesn’t “solve” any problem or preach any particular thing. The closing episode addresses the mystery question whether the main character Angie, who is played by eight different actress personas (sounds complex but it worked well), actually experiences orgasm in the course of her work – does she “really” enjoy it.
Which brings me to another interesting thing. A number of escorts keep blogs and internet diaries. From my observation most of these deal with their personal experience of being an escort, feelings about work and clients and views on the industry. The diaries differ from the Letters from America because the Letters are generally less reflective in that personal way, and are usually more about music, landscape, trees and small adventures.
Anyway, long and short of this is that the subject of an escort’s orgasm is very well addressed in a recent post from the escort blog of Asha Grace. Asha Grace is an experienced escort and lovely soul based in Brisbane. She says some wise things that some of you might be interested in. The post is called Give and Take, here’s the link:
http://escortashagrace.com/blog/give-and-take
Well, it is a beautiful Sunday morning so I am signing out now for the next adventure. I am looking forward to a great week and hope you are too – notwithstanding it is the lead up to Christmas and the Sydney traffic is mental.
Look out for yourselves and take care not to fall off your bikes, figuratively – and literally.
Yours ever
MG xx
your mysterious glamorous aunt
Letters from America
Wednesday 29 November 2017
It was a lovely visit to Canberra this month. On the morning I was due to leave Canberra it was raining very softly, exactly the way it doesn’t rain in Sydney (where it shamelessly buckets from all directions). I took a walk near where I was staying and saw many lovely things including this fine sculpture – an enormous sheet of steel unfolding up the hillside. And this trip, when I walked in the evening, I saw more bunnies on the lush Canberra lawns than I have ever seen anywhere. It was like walking into a Beatrix Potter story. The Canberra bunnies were out and about, mostly in pairs, quietly feasting in the dark. They were so fluffy and almost tame. Back in my day I think it was a bit of a heavy myxomatosis scene and there just weren’t a lot of bunnies anywhere at all (sigh). Such a treat to see them abundant and healthy now in a place where there is lots for them to eat.
xx MG
enjoying gentle vertical rain in Canberra from time to time
Letters from America
Sunday 12 November 2017
I had an excellent adventure up to St Albans yesterday. With the recent rain the valley was quite green. I visited an old friend who keeps some animals up there. He also runs a small wholesale nursery enterprise which specialises in cactuses and succulents (super popular in the inner city so that is good business).
The young beasts in these photos were my welcoming party when I arrived. The couple of jerseys who appear in these photos apparently were rescued from a local petting zoo when it closed down, together with more than 40 goats (goats not shown :-)). The jerseys were, as you might expect with their history, very placid and happy to be petted.
We spent a very pleasant afternoon walking about and talking. I managed to forget to take home my gift of a tray of local peaches (my old country friend’s nick name for me is Peaches), but I did not forget to take home the several dozen eggs for me and my Sydney girlfriends which were collected on the farm when we walked about. So I have a photo here of what the box tray looks like for a dozen such eggs, packed under the excellent label The Master’s Farm.
I’m not really an egg person, but when I got home late Saturday night I had an omelette – first choice, with a soft red wine – first second choice 🙂 It was just a perfect omelette made from fresh eggs laid and collected that day.
Yours in the paddock, MG xx

Wednesday afternoon winter sunshine. It’s not a complex proposition 🙂
Letters from America
Sunday 23 July 2017
Yesterday I went to a small event at Sydney University. It was held to celebrate the planting of two new flowering trees in the Main Quadrangle. These trees replace the old jacaranda which graced the Quad for years but which had expired.
It was a glorious day and the sandstone buidings looked beautiful.
The alumni organisation gave commemorative bagdes to guests (including to your glamorous aunt MG).
So this picture is a selfie – my phone camera insists on putting rays in which gives me a halo (oh dear).

Here is one of the trees, the flame tree.
And here is the badge. It has a stylised depiction of the contrasting colours of the flame and jacaranda flowers.

MG xx
in an almost perfect world
Letters from America
Wednesday 19 July 2017
When I take my long walks in the winter evenings I often pass camellia shrubs heavy with flowers. I brought a few home this last week.
This morning I found two of my recent prizes on the carpet. They had dropped out of their bases and landed face up. It’s the same habit you see in the garden, a sodden layer of face up camellias surrounding some shrub. They defy the cut flower industry. I don’t think I have ever seen a camellia in a florist’s shop.
So this post is just because the camellias are such lovely oriental beauties. They may be domestic flowers but they don’t co-operate entirely with the domestic program.
MG xx
To my friends who really like poetry. Thank you for the poems you recommend to me and here is one in return: a haiku translated by the Beat Generation poet Ken Rexroth
I wish I were close
to you as the wet skirt of
a salt girl to her body.
I think of you always.
AKAHITO