Around 15 years ago, right around the time of the big economic crash, I lived in a big, old, rambling Victorian house near a University which was owned by a genius-level eNTP electrical engineer/entrepreneur (whose father was also a Physics professor.) He never even graduated from college because he was recruited by some organization. He could be pretty obnoxious, like most eNTPsSClass wrote:I’d love to hear more about this in another thread. You’ve alluded to these ladies before but I had no idea they were professors’ daughters.. I recall reading an article by a Silicon Valley C-suite escort. She described “deconstruction” like cracking the code of the stressed out tech executive. Once she learned what they really needed (surprisingly non-sexual) she was overbooked. She retired out early and wrote stories about her work.
, so he once told me that the West Coast guys referred to him as "that genius on the East Coast" (which was a bit odd since he was actually located in the Midwest.) Like most eNTPs, he was also pretty lazy about actually working for money, so he hacked out his house to various other humans under a variety of different contracts. My sister, who was my used book business partner at the time, had previously been his GF for a number of years, and felt semi-guilty about dumping him for her new semi-famous-musician husband, and was worried that he was sinking into depression. I was recently divorced, and both my kids were away at college, so I needed cheap lodging. Therefore, we worked out a deal that I would cook for him and generally make his household seem less cuckoo-bananas and more cheerful (he was a bit worried about some of his more conventional neighbors, and said that I was the one who had to stop them from "coming for him with pitchforks") with my superficial mask of Middle-class Mom normality, and I would only pay $200/month for a large room and office space. Our relationship was strictly platonic, because I have a strong boundary against any guy who has dated one of my sisters. Also, this was right on the verge of my post-divorce delusionally styling myself like Beyonce phase and my post-divorce delusionally styling myself like Kim Cattrall phase, so I was always dating somebody else during the couple of years I lived with him.The other residents of the house were often changing and frequently overlapped with women with whom he was/wanted to be having sexual relationship. One of the rooms was rented by a woman who had transitioned into being a man, but was in the process of transitioning back to being a woman. I had a few very interesting conversations with her about the up and downsides of testosterone and being a man vs. a woman in our society and also on the topic of the BDSM scene which she was into, since I accidentally* ended up in a 9 month relationship with an overt NYC Dom while I was living there. The longest-term housemate besides me was a GFE escort in her late 20s who was the daughter of a professor at the University. She was also working on her Master's in Political Science and frequently involved in following a Grateful Dead like band with a bunch of gypsy-like friends. Her plan was to save up the money she made from sex work to retire back-on-the-land with some of these friends. So, her thinking was quite in alignment with ERE. She looked much more like "daughter of professor" than stereotypical escort and she obtained most of the limited wardrobe of "fancy" clothing she used for her sex work from thrift stores.
The other GFE who lived in the house for a bit was her good friend, and also the daughter of a former professor who had retired wealthy due to inventing something that makes the internet work. Unfortunately, she was much more about spending than saving her sex work earnings, and was also addicted to some hard drugs. However, she was very intelligent and my genius friend actually ended up marrying her a number of years later, which was pretty much his financial downfall, leading to the fact that he is now living on his social security in a very gritty anarchist co-op near Detroit. Sadly, this woman died very young a few years ago, likely due to combination of drug and aesthetic surgery addictions. Her wealthy parents still own a large compound located near my second permaculture project.
Anyways, I had a lot of interesting conversations with my more ERE-like GFE escort housemate. I was by happenstance reading Bourdieu on the topic of Cultural Capital at this time, so it was pretty clear to me that her "professor's daughter" Cultural Capital was contributing to her overall GFE appeal, although this likely varied a good deal over her collection of quite different clients. Many of her clients were involved in politics, because she also worked out of an upscale hotel in D.C. as well as one in the Detroit area (she did not work out of our house-share!), but they ranged from a very generous train engineer who weighed almost 400 lbs. to an extremely attractive hipster who frequently flew her to Amsterdam, to a very nice guy (she found herself falling a bit too into him) who was too busy running a restaurant and being a single Dad to conventionally date. I was in my mid-40s at the time, but she told me that I could likely get a number of older clients who didn't like being seen in public with women who were too young, if I wanted to make a "career" change**. She definitely agreed that the non-sexual aspects of the work were the most critical. Her take on selling "the pretty" was actually very much in alignment with what David Deida (level Turquoise sex guru) offers as advice in his books aimed at female audience. IOW, the "code" she was specializing in unlocking was basically femininity/submission outside of the bedroom. Other sex workers, particularly those with stressed-out tech clients, are more likely to specialize as Femme Dommes. My sister was good friends with a West Coast Domme who later worked with autistic children, and she said it was basically the same job. It's also towards the same skill-set that gets you great tips as a waitress, if you just sub out food for sex with obvious alterations to behavior/appearance depending on whether diner or upscale clientele.
IMO, the existence of such a profession as Girlfriend Experience Escort is a natural manifestation of end-game Capitalism. If everything's for sale and/or professionalized and given a job title, then, yup, everything will be for sale and/or professionalized and given a job title, inclusive of all the non-sexual aspects of being a girlfriend, because Capital is Capital is Capital, no matter what its initial form.
*It was "accidental", because I had innocently made use of a toybox analogy in my dating profile without realizing the men-take-everything-literally sexual implications.
**I wasn't interested, because I am a just a teensy bit too straight-edge law-abiding, and my physiological repulsion barrier is a bit too high, and my social skills are a bit too low. There's a strict timer on how long I can fake empathetic listening before clearly becoming distracted, and it is against my personal feminist code to fake orgasm.
