The trip to Seattle went as smoothly as I could have wished; the car performed very well, averaging 30 miles per gallon over the whole trip (and remember, a lot of that was over mountains). The weather was fine nearly the whole way (aside for very light snow between Amarillo and the Texas border), and I was only harassed by one cop (in a Nevada speed trap where the limit abruptly dropped from 70 to 25 while several prowl cars lay in wait). On Wednesday the 11th I had a lovely dinner with Dr. and Mrs. David Ley in Albuquerque, then met my husband in Las Vegas the following night; Jae and I left Vegas on Sunday morning, stayed in Reno that night and made Seattle by midnight the following night after a 13-hour drive. Last week mostly involved settling in, though I did find the time to help Mistress Matisse with one of her clients on Wednesday, to do a photo shoot on Thursday and to throw a party for Reason writer (and super sex worker ally) Elizabeth Nolan Brown on Saturday. And let me tell you, you haven’t really lived until you’ve been to a party where most of the guests are sex workers! This week I’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and a meeting with a patron tonight; remember, a $500 donation will get you both dinner with me and the satisfaction of knowing you’re contributing to a worthy cause. If you aren’t in Seattle (or visiting here), keep an eye on this space for my travels and contact me when I’ll be near you. Even if you can’t afford that much, I truly appreciate each and every donation and I’m working on a way for you to help me out while ordering things you need or might like online.
Needless to say, my life is still in a lot of upheaval right now, so I really appreciate your patience with my chaotic tweeting schedule, slow response to correspondence and other irregularities. Monday’s column will provide a lot more detail about what’s going on with me, and I’ll continue to keep you posted on developments in these diary entries.
Hah! You must own a girlie car.
Buy a Hummer and get 30 gallons per mile.
I thought you said you’d retired.
Of course I own a girlie car; I’m girlie. And yes, I did retire; I also wrote this essay and, as I’ll explain on Monday, my situation has changed again. A word to the wise is sufficient, no?
Indeed! The wise know when not to pin a girl down. And when to, of course.
I Like this comment. 😀
That’s no excuse.
You’re an American girlie. It’s your patriotic duty to burn fossil fuel like there’s no tomorrow. Until there is no tomorrow.
There’s profits at stake here.
The only profits that are important to me are mine. I’m an old-fashioned free-enterprise American, not a modern fascist American.
You never cease to inspire me Maggie.
Maggie, you sure wear the heck out of red lipstick! You look stunning. Best wishes. I’m looking forward to reading about the advocacy work you’ll be doing in Seattle.
Thank you! 🙂
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I really love that picture, you look so pretty! I’d spend $500 to take you out to dinner if I had it… I suppose the best I can do is to offer to make you kidvelociraptor’s Original Pancakes if the opportunity ever arises (not that I expect it to, but a girl can hope 😉 I’ve perfected my own from-scratch recipe, & I’m quite proud of them (I may or may not pretty much live on blueberry pancakes these days)
Stay pretty!
Thank you! For homemade pancakes with a lovely woman, I’d be willing to forego the donation. 🙂
I may need to hire a pro in the future but for now I have a wife and a girlfriend. I have sex with my wife on the rare occasion when she can physically handle it. Then my girlfriend and I email each other about how we need solo sex to get by. We are all in our 60’s so life is very different now.