Beverly Hills..

I don’t judge men who pay for sex.
I don’t judge the women who fuck for money, (after all am I so different? I just stay with the one man…).

I do judge, however, the women who claw their way to the top of their respective age social scene, a la the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. She; so rude, catty, mean to me as I was a much younger date to a Hollywood party and she knew her social stances were falling down around her, (she had also just been replaced). To make herself feel better by dismissing me and rolling her eyes whenever I spoke.

Fake as her breasts and forehead, never pretend to be pedigree when you’re really a mutt. Never act above anyone or so uppity people enjoy watching you fail. I will call you out.

Listen honey. We all, all know you hooked. Congrats on marrying money. But don’t deny your past. I’m only 22 and no one had to tell me, sometimes, as one of us, you can just tell. I was also told multiple times and know someone who actually paid, yes paid her, just to confirm what I already knew. TRASH.

Well well well. New Years took a surprising twist. Left Palm Springs, and was surprised by a trip to Mexico, (I was very naughty this year, which means much more good things for me). With that crowd, its Saint Bart’s or the hot new it place for the New Year, which of course was Cabo.

Rang in the year with a wide variety of stars and starlets. The juiciest gossip being one country star being purposely asked not to come; she showed up with her man, had a tantrum and was walked off the premises. It was awesome.

I guess it was musical chairs for sexual partners as well. My partner and I always have a good understanding of our roles; I can hold a conversation, entertain, educated, funny, smart and hot, he; pays for everything. This also gives me slack when it comes to extra men. As long as I’m discrete, he doesn’t care. Hence the no names in the blog.

Can I just say, all stars, no matter who they are, are promiscuous. No matter how much they are ‘family oriented’ I see the other, closed door side. I’ve seen parties turn to orgies. For example, in Cabo I left one party early, as in 1am early, and before I could pull out my cell to call the limo for a ride back to the resort, a good looking and familiar male asked to join me on my walk. He was very handsome and seemed polite. We didn’t get too far before he tried to get his hands all over me pushing me down onto the sand ripping my dress and underwear. Not that I stopped him. (and yes, I carry protection and I’m not afraid to use it. It’s a small community. You know who has the Herpes, the mumps and bumps. I never intend to get anything thank you very much and am very careful about it).

It was only recently, flipping through the E! that I saw this man again, dating a co-star in his latest film looking very lovey dovey for the cameras. It didn’t surprise me as much as it used too, which bothered me more.