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 ♦
Monday 19 August 2019
I posted this selfie on Twitter last week. This is my new coat, with that unmistakable discreet hotel lobby look. I had to concede my favourite old pale trench coat was finished. Such a lovely, quality thing I bought in Double Bay ages ago, I had finally worn it out.
All this sentiment reminded me of the improbable scene in La Boheme where the old coat gets serenaded before being pawned to buy medicines for the rapidly declining Mimi, who is flushed with TB. Caruso’s version of the song – The Coat Song:
It’s a little while since I went to the opera. But it’s a much longer while since I bought student rush tickets for $5. In those days the opera theatre was often half empty. The audience always included elegant Hungarian women in mothball furs though. It’s great the opera is so popular now but it’s so sad the days of student rush are over. Those heavily discounted tickets gave impoverished students the incredible privilege of going to the opera several times a week when the season was on – what a life! xx MG
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 29 July 2019
It’s been a very steady July, gorgeous weather. I have a few selfies, which I posted during the month on the Twitter account, so they will be old news to some of you.
#Your next one hour midweek vacation – #TanInWinter Why don’t you let housekeeping look after that #FrenchMaid
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 December 2018
One of my routine evening walks involves a circuit of the area down by the Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo. At the moment it’s especially nice because summer has brought out the jasmine. There is a great hedge of it running down one side of the McElhone Stairs at the end of Victoria Street and it’s a heavy summery scent which is just beautiful.
There is a always a set of sculptures on display along the boardwalk adjacent to the Finger Wharf. According to the labels next to them they come from a commercial “art bank”. The display changes every six months or so. There is one new I like especially. It reminds me of the symetry in a shell or the inside of a flower.
Then sometimes, just when you are minding your own business on your evening walk, a huge floating resort rounds the point in front of you and cruises down the harbour, towering over everything.
I am including here a couple of selfies I found in my dropbox files that haven’t made it to the website before now.
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 18 November 2018
There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony. It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times. It still amazes me that the gecko comes every year twelve floors up to my highrise home.
Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops – flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.
Here is a selfie of some new lingerie. It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…
PS: I have since learnt that the Queen’s favourite nail polish is called Ballet Slipper (do not ask me how I came to have this trivial piece of information because I can’t now remember). Somehow this random connection makes me like this lingerie less!
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 3 June 2018
It’s finally cold and I have had pangs for summer already.
Some people might remember me reporting that I did a beginner’s scuba diving course earlier this year. I just haven’t made time to follow up with any diving yet, despite best intentions. Now it’s just a bit too late in the year for me to think the water will be anything close to my comfort zone. And that’s even though I have a wetsuit. It’s a real enough wetsuit – from a Billabong end of season sale but it doesn’t cover the legs and it’s possibly too joyful looking for me to be completely confident of its’ function.
In honour of my scuba activities I bought a new swimsuit to wear under a wetsuit. I had intended to get some serious speedos but ended up buying something slightly more decorative.
