Feeling really emotional today - and by emotional I moved. Moved by this entire experience that is setting in, I’m really here, this is not a dream. Also hormones. Goddess bless the tiny particles of my humanity that make me fully woman. And take me on a trip every month. But that’s better than the alternative right now which would be pregnancy. Had a minor mishap a few weeks ago with a friend who shall remain nameless. That’s why I discovered exactly how backwards this country can be when it comes to its treatment of women, specifically their healthcare. There are exactly 4 types of birth control available in this country - two types of pills and two IUDs. THAT’S. IT. Well and abortion of course. They don't have our moral hang ups about that one but even then it gets the same obscure treatment that all the other options do. If your doctor thinks what you should really be doing is staying home and having babies, they can deny you. And if you bring more than one pack of birth control pills with you when entering the country? Better have that customs paperwork ready.
Oh and the condoms are tiny. Tiiinyyy. A lesson I learned the hard way. Wonder how many packs of condoms I can bring in without having to declare my slutty intentions?
You know what else is not helping? This damn music! All they play in this country are American tunes I associate with my recent transition because it’s all the current-ish stuff and so I’m sitting here attempting not to miss my babies back home too much when what I should be doing is getting my shit together.
And oh that’s another thing...think I can ‘clean up’ in this country as a Pro Femdom like everyone thought and felt the need to tell me before I left? Well let me just say good thing THAT was not my plan. I picked the perfect country for a professional sabbatical because it’s nearly impossible for international pros to work in this country. And why is that you ask? Because domination services of the pay for play type are JUST legal enough that if you don’t have the proper status (permanent resident or Japanese national) you cannot do that kind of work. That's what I learned when I headed out on Saturday to check out the local kinky commercial enterprises.
Also, no dungeons in this country. Like none. Unless it's a porn production venue and then it can only be porn, no sessions. All the “Dungeons” with Mistresses for hire here are actually dispatch services. The love hotel phenom is real in this country and that is were the girls do all their work. But hey I’m not gonna knock it because I fucking love a hotel session. I mean granted I do have a hotel fetish, but it was more than that. One of my favorite memoreis is when I walked into a client’s hotel room with nothing but a medium size black purse. When I dropped it on the bed he looked at me incredulously standing there in my little black dress and stilettos and asked, “What are you going to do with that?” the anticipatory dissatisfaction spreading across his face. I grinned my evil grin at him and through narrowed eyes said, “Give me an hour and I’ll show you.” Trust within 60 minutes I had blown this man’s damn mind and he was eating his words. So yes, hotel sessions can be incredibly awarding, precisely because they push the creativity and imagination of the professional.
But I digress, so yes - even if I could find a place to advertise and slipped passed the international prohibitions there would not be a dungeon available and as I stated that wouldn’t necessarily hamper my style but from what I’ve seen many would be subs outside of Japan get all up in their feelings once they realize you’re not sinking all your earnings into a massively expensive space and spending your days sitting around the cross in full dress just waiting for their call. Sorry guys, I started this ish right when the world went online and so unfortunately for both of us that has meant that for the entirety of my career the pain in the ass effort of maintaining a studio was only worth it if you did porn (or illegal activities for which you could charge more). But needless to say - Japan and I get it and I wish I could play here because I would love to meet some more people but alas that will have to wait until I find another access point...maybe I could apply for an artist visa? Lmao
But I do miss it. Mistress cannot tell a lie. There’s one little Japanese boy down the way with a car and plenty of time to burn apparently. He has politely and consistently hit me up since I arrived (and updated my location on Fetlife) so I’m going to see him for lunch this week and see what I think. The point to this sabbatical is I have zero time for thirsty bitches. A beautiful woman puts “Dominant” on her profile and suddenly the whole world treats her like a water fountain and they just keep coming. That is a line that never ends. So yeah...sigh. But at the same time I could use a pair of boots on the ground to help me with a few local projects, answer my questions, and accompany me to mixed events.
Speaking of, I just want to give a shout out to the Kanto Area Kink Group that hosted the May picnic I attended yesterday. You all were absolutely worth the 3 hour trek by train to get there, a feat I didn’t think possible just moments before arriving, lol. If yesterday’s event is any indicator Mistress is going to be very, VERY pleased with the caliber of fellow native English speaking players in my new home. Turns out if you cross the world, you find other folks like yourself who are educated, brave, open, curious, emotionally intelligent and capable and enthusiatic enough to take on the challenge of living and succeeding in a foreign land. It was also my first picnic in this country, a huge cultural tradition and a memory I will always cherish for both reasons. And the weather was perfect. Thank you KAK for helping this perverted gaijin along and for finally answering my question “Why are there no damn paper towels in the bathrooms?!!!”. Answer - the japanese hand towel tradition. These people bring their own small towels every where they go for just this type of situation. Think of the waste that saves! OMG And also, suddenly, the little red hankie in my bag that I carry with me everywhere? His day got a little brighter. In America my friends used to make fun of me for always carrying a hanky. I told them it was part of my culture (country girl) and to stop making fun of it. Well, seems I found another culture that shares and appreciates my little custom. Go us.
Ok, now that I’ve written all this mental clutter from my mind - time to get back to the real work I need to do. Love you guys. Kisses from Tokyo.
