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My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016
MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016
Upcoming schedule:
Dear friends, Like the January schedule, February is not fixed in stone because of the NSW fires. Things should settle down when the fire season is over which is likely to be later in March. Meantime this is my current availability during February in Sydney and elsewhere:
Saturday 1 February – Canberra – booked Sunday 2 February – Canberra, possibly available later in the afternoon Wednesday 5 February – Wollongong – booked Wednesday 12 February – booked Thursday 13 February – possibly available after 6.00pm Wednesday 26 February – available after 3.30pm Thursday 27 February – available after 2.30pm Friday 28 February – available after 2.00pm
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 28 February 2020
As usual it’s been good to be in the old neighbourhood – I am getting used to it being my second home now, not my first. And I’m in good time for the white peaches of late summer, which I love.
And also in time for plane trees shedding everywhere, which I love not so much.
Harris Farm, Potts Point
The white peaches are so fragrant and the place is overloaded with them The sign says “imperfect” but white peaches and ïmperfect” do not go together lol.
Eating a white peach perched on the El Alamein fountain surround – where are the resident white ibis?
Plane trees are definitely one of my favourite Sydney street tree. The archway of plane trees over Ocean Street is especially beautiful. Only problem is when they shed late summer it does terrible things to your nose and eyes.
Plane tree shedding , El Alamein fountain
Close up, look at all that chaff, El Alamein fountain
Late summer this year has also brought on a new swimsuit buying thing for me. I suppose in part it’s because I do not fit into any of my old swimsuits right now lol. (Better by far to go with no swimmers at all :-).)
I can’t believe though, that I haven’t exercised properly for 18 months – I really ought to be in a lot worse shape! Just goes to show how much genetics controls all these things. Working out in the gym is great if you love it but no need to get too cut up about the self improvement industry – there’s always time to like yourself just the way you are (so says your glamorous aunt anyway lol)
Another new swimsuit – brilliant blue with flowers on shiny skin and shoulders
More of the same 🙂
I seem to be having a bit of an intense blue, pink and white theme going here. When I went for coffee early today this is what I got, probably the cutest takeaway coffee cup there is:
This coffee cup with galahs even goes with my shirt. Maybe it’s especially colourful in anticipation of Mardi Gras tomorrow
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 2 February 2020
I was whisked away for an impromptu break earlier last week. It was perfect weather.
I did absolutely nothing but surf, swim, lie around in soft white sheets, drink Campari and soda, and so on :-). My hair ended up a sandy dry wreck – a small sacrifice.
I tried out these retro swimmers, which I bought a couple of weeks ago on impulse from an online shop. (I spent so much time after Christmas monitoring the district Facebook groups and the bushfire sites, the targeted online advertising machine finally caught up with me and kept offering me swimmers. I relented.) Then I went and got a bit sunburnt.
I wonder where all those extra spicy kilos from 2019 went lol.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Tuesday 4 February 2020
This is just a few words on business housekeeping practicalities, scheduling, advertising and so on. It’s way more words than usual and somewhat bla subject matter, but it has to be done.
I mentioned in a post at the end of 2018 that I had a stalker during the year who had really taken the shine off my happy escort life and so I would be doing more outside escort work. Well it is true, all through 2019 I have been more focussed on other things, and if I turned my mind to it (which I tried not to), feeling very flat about the stalker situation.
The good news is that the identity of the stalker emerged at the end of November 2019. It was really a bit of an accident. The identification only happened as a result of the stalker became very active when I was moving to the country. The stalker got very excited and wrote more letters than usual. The letters were longer, more detailed and as always, spiteful, menacing and more. But this over confidence meant the stalker left unmistakeable traces which led back to them. With some confirming information from various places, the identity of the stalker was clear. The ridiculous thing was how obvious it all was once the links had been made. And when the identity of the stalker was discovered, the only real power the stalker had (cowardly, predatory anonymity), was lost.
I never once for a moment even remotely thought that the stalker was anyone who personally knew me. And I certainly never thought it was a client, I just don’t attract anyone like that.
Sure enough my original intuitions were right. It’s just a woman who doesn’t know me at all who has her own serious issues (understatement), it has absolutely nothing to do with my happy life. The police are involved now so I don’t have to worry anymore. Although I have been uncomfortable unlocking the small Twitter account I’ve been keeping, so it just stays locked. Since so few people use Twitter it isn’t a big issue for me.
The practical effect of all this is I am free to do more MG in 2020. But the catch is this: while I was busy focussing on other things last year, I got busy! And I decided to move to my place in the country to focus on my various other ventures from down there. So MG time is restricted again for this year, but it’s for a good reason, not because the stalker has put me off and made me flat, but because it’s all happening :-).
So the long and the short is that I am going to have an evolving routine for being in Sydney. A couple of times a month I will have arrangements to be in Sydney with an incall. I will be staying in my old stomping ground in the Eastern Suburbs. I expect it to become an established routine of a couple of extended stays in Sydney every month. I have already done one off visits and trips outside the routine and that’s fine, I will just need to be organised to meet special requests :-).
The current schedule will be kept on the front page of the website as usual.
So far as advertising goes, I am sorry if I had a link in one of my posts to a Scarlet Blue ad that is no longer active. That’s a bit rude of me! I only ever use Scarlet Blue occasionally so the link has not been active all the time. I am about to put my Gallery page back up on this website though, so you will be able to see whatever images it was I had on the Scarlet Blue directory anyway.
As many of you know from your own experience, I don’t advertise in the mainstream much, I just rely on my website. I have found that perfectly suitable for me. Plus, you would not believe how much people pay for advertising, literally $1000s per month, advertising across up to seven or eight directories and websites. I can’t bring myself to do that. Not only are most of these escorts _not_ getting enough work no matter how hard they advertise (it’s a recession and a flooded market), but they are also working to attract exactly the sort of client (on the whole) I don’t want to see – so more power to them :-).
Also, just one further thing on business practices: my rates. Be aware I keep my rates very reasonable for a number of reasons. One reason for instance is that if I have much higher rates I will attract only the clients who can afford those rates. And that is not the right threshold filter. Those people are not necessarily the the right people for me to see.
OK, so now all that is out of the way, here is a January selfie of me lying around in bed one morning in Sydney after a bushfire evacuation from the country the day before.
Morning after a fire evacuation. Bushfire malaise in pink silk pyjamas.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 31 January 2020
During my December stay in Sydney I took a couple of hotel incall selfies, as one does:
Me, doing a hotel room selfie in the white lingerie set I’ve had for quite a while now.
Little bit blurry, but its me (with legs) in my preppy summer Tshirt dress (with white set underneath)
Because very few client friends use Twitter though, I have to post these December selfies again here or otherwise no one gets to see them :-).
As it happens, I got to do some follow up “before and after” type selfies during my January trip. I have to thank Mr M. Leopard for my lovely new white lingerie set.
New white set, January 2020, very much sexier than the old, definitely a step up.
And here’s the January version of the Tshirt dress:
Getting in the mood for some low level exhibitionism on the hotel stairs 🙂
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 26 January 2020
I can’t write much about the fires: the volunteers, climate change, the failure of political leadership and will, the animals, the forests. And it’s beyond me to do an “I will donate X% of my earnings in January” thing (which a lot of generous escorts are announcing on social media), I just don’t have “the spoons” as they say.
I have deep feelings of loss and I can’t say a lot about anything.
Here is a photo of the beautiful spotted gum forest on the South Coast – it will have been incinerated. I don’t think I can get myself to visit again any time soon.
Spotted gum forest on the South Coast with the fern-like burrawang cycads in the understory.
I spent many wonderful holidays on the South Coast where my grandparents bought a hobby farm when they retired. I learnt about horses and how to ride (one of the closest things to paradise I’ve ever experienced). I had the care of a huge flighty palomino with a luminous coat. I learnt to swim, and though I always thought it was my older sister who was the water baby, my father years later said, no, I was the one they could never get out of the water no matter how cold. I am always grateful for the vivid and enriching childhood experiences I had on the South Coast.
Here are links to a couple of small wildlife rescue operations local to my new home, if you would like to donate.
Howard Ralph works at a local hospital as a medical doctor to fund his life operating a volunteer veterinary hospital in Braidwood with his wife Glenda. No plans to retire.
I have been directly affected by the fires too. I’ve been told to evacuate by the local RFS four times now. (I did go promptly the first three times, the fourth time I dragged my feet). We will just have to see how February goes. It’s very dry, hot and windy. There are two fire fronts active close by: one to the South about 12 km away and one to East which has been as close as 5 km when it has been on the move. This is the fire map published on Friday evening:
The hotspots fire map on Friday 24 January 2020
It’s Australia Day though, so it’s barbeque time, and here is one version of the case to change the date (CW: this Youtube video is probably, as they say, entirely “off brand” lol):
A metaphor for unreconciled life in modern Australia – the shared house. For those who have never done it, “you’re not missing anything”*. *Peter Sellers, The Party
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 2 November 2019
I went to the Banksy exhibition at the Entertainment Quarter. If you go, it’s better not to buy tickets online – they are a much better price at the door. Also, to avoid walking around looking for the exhibition hall, go straight to the end of the main entrance road off Lang Road (I walked all around the place before I figured it out :-)).
Even though the Banksy images are such well known street art there was nothing “old” about the look of the show – mostly original stencils and various prints. Here are some of the street images from Google:
flower violence
art for the burbs
a trusty Council contractor
The organiser of the exhibition was manager/accomplice to Banksy for many years, Steve Lazarides. Banksy himself is still unidentified.
One of the best things about the exhibition was the use of videos – streaming on loop around the hall between the exhibits. They told the story of the extraordinary rise of the guerilla grafitti artist with his witty, anti-consumerist themes. It was a very well done story and made the exhibition a really coherent experience.
There was film called “Exit Through the Gift Shop” mentioned in some of the commentary of the exhibition, a film I’d never heard of. In the evening when I was home I looked it up and found a copy on youtube to watch.
The film was an extended commentary on the consumerist art market hype that Banksy parodies (and was itself a clever hoax). It started out purporting to be a documentary on Banksy, being made by a dotty French American amateur photographer/film maker. This character had, according to the film, doggedly followed Banksy for years on his secret missions trespassing at night to plaster his distinctive stencil posters and do his grafitti on buildings and signs all round the UK and both sides of the US. When it becomes apparent about half way through the film, that the quality of the documentary is hopeless, Banksy enters stage left (appearing simply as a dark hooded figure – no face – being interviewed) and persuades the film maker to become the subject of the narrative. So he does, and somehow sets about to transform himself into a grafitti and print artist (like Banksy) with a huge output (none of it displaying any talent or skill whatsoever). The reconfigured “documentary” then follows the film maker’s hugely successful first exhibition in Los Angeles (playing to the cynical undiscriminating art market hungry for the next “thing”). It’s done with a light enough touch though, to make it excellent fun to watch.
It reminded me of a documentary (but not a parody “documentary” at all), about Andy Warhol’s protegee, David Basquiat, who perished very young, apparently a victim of his own success. From the wrong side of the tracks, with no training, he suffered trying to cope with the hype of his spectacular conquest of the contemporary art market at a very young age. His tragic fate perhaps an outcome, at least in part, of the social realities that are the focus of Banksy’s work. Here are some images of Basquiat’s pictures – in a heavily worked totemic grafitti style.
And here is a link to the documentary film about Basquiat, which turned up in my internet searches when I was getting these images of his paintings: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U6ibOFlSM6o I think the film features (the real) Andy Warhol and (the real) David Bowie.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Monday 28 October 2019
Following on from my earlier post about adventures in the Whitsundays, I wanted to add another image. These are the Norfolk Island pines, with their very distinctive geometry, everywhere on the Whitsunday islands. This is the ridge of the cove at Refuge Bay where we anchored overnight.
I managed to find an internet link which gives the back story to how the pines came to be here. I had some ancient recollection they were not native. https://h2g2.com/edited_entry/A7952664
So it was Captain Cook who brought the seeds of the pines to northern Australia wishfully supposing they might provide timber suitable for masts.
I have always found it hard to be on the water in the Pacific and not think of Captain Cook, Joseph Banks and all the great naturalists. For quite a while one of my favourite non fiction books was a book called “Darwin’s Armada” by Iain McCalman. It’s an account of the great sailing voyages of Darwin’s peers. It’s absolutely compelling reading (if that’s your kind of thing). It’s ages since I read it but one of the passages that still stays with me vividly is an account of how the Pacific peoples must have experienced navigating, with only the simplest instruments and no charts – what resources, skills and understanding of the sea they must have had.
But then I am very partial to all things Charles Darwin (and his milieu). The Voyage of the Beagle is so engaging. Here is a favourite passage in which Darwin describes interactions with wild llamas.
Scientific method: “…if a person lies on the ground and plays strange antics, such as throwing up his feet in the air…”
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 26 October 2019
I am back from lovely holidays sailing with friends in the Whitsundays. I have an excellent tan to show for it. I actually didn’t want to come back. The South African guy at the charter yacht company was no help either, just suggested I read the book with the self explanatory title “Sell up and Sail”.
This was the outlook when anchored overnight in a place called Refuge Bay:
In the evening I could hear a slightly mournful bird call. At first it sounded like a dove but it was too insistent. It turned out to be a couple of pheasant coucals calling to one another. (Don’t ask me how I figured it out, it was intuition confirmed by internet searches.)
Here are some images of the bird itself which I borrowed from Google:
Flying … (this type of feet first flying, good for short distances only)
I put this second image in because it has the fence wire for size. I have actually seen these birds and I can warrant they are concurrently large birds and small dinosaurs.
The “sell up and sail” caper is something I like to enjoy vicariously these days by watching youtube channels. My favourite channel is one called Free Range Sailing. It’s a youtube vlog maintained by an Australian couple who are cruising in a very modest yacht, mostly in tropical waters. Apart from the sailing, they do quite a bit of free diving on the reefs, spearfishing and exploring on shore. Pascal is a very good and resourceful cook. She also seems to be the creative lead in making the vlog – which is high quality well edited video. Her partner Troy is an excellent hand at keeping their 30 foot 50 year old yacht on track and in shape. He seems to handle the inevitable breakdowns of gear in good form and has a droll sense of humour. They are of course, “free range” so it all appeals to my tree hugging temperament. You aren’t going to find them zapping around churning up the peace of the natural world on jet skis any time soon. Highly recommend! And here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCbU2ulPD3rJ4OZCNH7-gjjQ
My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016
MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016
