True confession: I would have slept with film producer Harvey Weinstein if it would have advanced my career as an actress or screenwriter.
I also might have slept with him given the opportunity after a casual meetup in a bar, just for the fun of it with no ulterior motives. I might even have made him my sub when I was a domme, and made him beg to kiss my feet.
And I wouldn’t mind if Jeffrey Tambor or some other celebrity — male or female, because I’m a bisexual person — flirted with me to the point of naughtiness and well beyond, mutually speaking, of course.
Yes, I am a very sexually liberated person, even if I am in a monogamous relationship now. But many men and some women passed through my life during my single days in the last 15 years, during which I lived “free love,” as in “love the one you’re with.”
Don’t get me wrong: there were times I said no, and the men respected that. I was fortunate. I was also careful.
I’m thinking now that some of the ways men came on to me would not be acceptable to many people embracing the #MeToo movement these days. But I didn’t mind then, and I wouldn’t mind now. And I really don’t care what anyone thinks of me for it. To each their own.
Flatter me, guys. Come on to me. Worship me.
Maybe it’s an age thing. If I were 20, I probably wouldn’t feel the same way. But now that I am some decades older, my ego needs to know that I am still desirable to some.
I did have some ground rules, though: I never played with married men who wanted to cheat on their partners — and there were many — despite their “marriage of convenience” stories and the like. I didn’t want to contribute to hurting their wives. Come back and see me when you’re divorced, guys.
Which is one of the many reasons I never gave prostitution serious thought. If you’re wondering, yes, I had a real chance to be a hooker, and could probably still do it for men who like older women. The problem is, many men who hire hookers are cheating on their wives. There are lots of hookers out there who don’t care about that, and I am not judging them. It’s my personal boundary.
So, none of the men who passed through my life have anything to fear from me. There will be no reports a decade later of impropriety. We had good times together. You flattered me. You supported me (and, yes, some of you worshipped me). Some of you will never know how much of an impact you made on my life. I love you all for it.
Photo: Albert Fourié’s Eve Slumbers. (Wikimedia Commons)