"Performing isn't in my future, but are you ok with it being a part of my past?" I asked and she was quiet for what felt like ages before she nodded her head yes with less confidence than I would have liked.
I looked down at her studying her face. She has such a stunning smile, but it was nowhere to be seen as she stared out the window contemplating it all. Her long eyelashes fluttered and her eyes narrowed for a moment while
The morning took a turn that I hadn't seen coming and it felt like some of the color had bled out of it between the time that we woke and when she headed home. It was early afternoon and I spent a few hours thinking everything over very carefully because I had an ache in my heart over the entire situation.
On one hand, it saved me the conversation where I'd have to explain my history in adult from the start and in that it brought some relief because she already knew. On the other hand, I hadn't given her access to my life or the links to my blog; she'd done a lot of deep research on her own and found it that way. I suppose I understand the precariousness of having a family in politics and perhaps I should have seen the research coming, but I value my privacy. Having been outed on more than one occasion in the past, having someone dissect my life was unsettling to me.
I also wasn't sure if she was really going to be ok with it. The last person that I really seriously dated who'd never done any sort of sex work at all was Mina and it wasn't until we were breaking up that she finally admitted she'd never been ok with it.
I sent her a text message after the sun went down and told her that was I was a bit shaken by the digging she'd done. I told her why and she admitted that she would have been mortified had it been the other way around. Pandora accessed my life, my past relationships and all sorts of details that I would have shared with over time and in the natural course of things, but the way that it came about was very one-sided and I told her how I felt.
"I'm just going to be forward and ask because I have a hard time reading between the lines at times. I hope it's not the case, but if it is, I can understand: do you wish to no longer to speak to me?" she messaged. I told her that it wasn't the case and she promised not to read again, letting me share what I want when I want.
I still felt disappointed though, because even as foolish as it sounds, I really liked the notion of things just unfolding naturally. We met through a mutual friend, took things slowly, had 'regular' dates and lives that didn't really touch outside of Veronica and the time we spend with one another. There were attraction and chemistry and from the moment that I met her I felt like things made sense with her. There were no other people standing between us and no complications because we lived a million miles apart, like some of my other partners. She's adventurous and beautiful and responsible and kind. We hang out on the couch watching television, laughing, kissing, holding hands, cuddling up together and we fuck, we connect on an entirely different level. It felt like, for perhaps the first time in my adult life, I was making a good relationship choice for myself. I should take some comfort in the fact that she knows and is (for now) still seeing me, but knowing that she had read the better part of this blog still doesn't sit well with me.
Pandora knows more about me from my blog than what I've told her in person, which is something that those of us in adult entertainment deal with often. She saw me naked on film before she saw me that way in the flesh. She knew that I'd enjoy putting my hand on her throat before I ever did it because she read it and she saw it on film. She knows that I enjoy bondage and not because I told her so, but thanks to google. This isn't the typical 'boy meets girl' story that I thought I had this time and I have to decide what to do with that.
I know that in writing a blog, you are putting yourself out there for people to find. However, like most people in adult entertainment or sex work, I separate my personal life and professional life. I use another name, one that I pulled out of the ether for the purpose of keeping a blog and I changed the names of others in my story along the way as well. I often write in a non-linear format and tell stories out-of-order, just to keep some semblance of privacy for myself and those mentioned. There are a handful of people who know me as both Nighthawk and by my given name, but those are rare exceptions that I like to think that I have some control over or say in. I like to think that I can choose who I let into what parts of my life, but in a digital forum, that's a misguided notion. I know the few things that connect both sides of my life, the places you can find both names side by side and there is nothing I can do about that. Well, almost nothing...
(TBC)
