Heaux Confessionals: The Jobs

~ CHAPTER II ~

The Jobs

singer-dancer-writer-model-teacher-poet-bartender-organizer-lyricist-f*cker

“You seem to be allergic to work. Get vaccinated, bitch!”

(Heaux Confessionals, verbal slap #149)

Heaux Confessionals covers just some of the interesting jobs I’ve had in Europe. When I’m not on stage as a performer, I can be found off of it working as a translator, English teacher, bartender, model, masseur, et cetera. You name it, I’ve probably done it. But in all honesty, the jobs where I have the least problems and most income involve me on stage or nudity. Because Europeans tend to question my America citizenship when it comes to teaching them English. They also tend to want to pay me less money than my white co-workers doing the same job because they think that since I am black I must be African and thus should be satisfied to live in a first world country making any money at all. In other words, I am expected to settle for whatever they care to dole out to me. And you know me, heauxz. When it comes to my money and my skills?

Hell to the goddamn naw!

Because like someone extremely intelligent once said, “always try to get paid well for what you do well.” This, I have adopted as a personal mantra, so whether I am doing a voice-over ad or you’re requesting to suck on my chocolate disco stick, be prepared to pay top dollar by the minute, hour, inch or centimeter. I have been cheated out of enough money in my other professions, so when it comes to my job as an escort, you know I am not accepting discounts, rebates, or cock coupons of any kind.

Some people that dare to even pick up this book may object to some of my professions.

Let them.

I don’t mind at all. Someone else’s opinion of me is not my business or concern. At the end of the day, I don’t rely on, nor have I ever relied on, someone to pay my bills. And trust me, there have been several offers. In the world I live in and the way I was raised, I can look myself in the mirror with confidence every day knowing that I paved my own way without relying on a handout.

Every service that I provide, I do it well. Ask my students if I’m a good teacher. Ask my editors if I’m a good writer. Ask those clubs if I put on a good show. Ask my clients if I’m good in bed. You will more than likely hear a resounding yes across the (head)board.

I am no slacker.

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Heaux Confessionals© is uncut: a marriage of the raw, decadent and unconventional.

This pulp friction literary barrage will leave no one unscathed. Come along on this literary joyride of the Berlin that is just beneath the surface and has always been so expertly hidden.

Until now...

Welcome to Heaux Confessionals©.

Sho(r)t stories featuring tales of trickery, lust connections, love profusions and the daily grind that can be most unkind.

Enter New Berlin.

Enter Heaux Confessionals©.

From the drama onstage and off, with the backdrop of a city like no other – Berlin, the characters take you on a never-ending, spiraling adventure. A city in the midst of change filled with artists ready to change it. This is the second wave of neo-Berlin currently gritting it out on the toughest streets in central Europe. This is the place where dreams come true, or burn by the wayside. These are the stories of those select few doing the damn thing, and paying their dues on the way. There is never an easy way out. And in Berlin, even the ones that break through get a little dirty.

Think 'Running with Scissors' meets 'Confederacy of Dunces'.

For previously published books, check out my chapter in the 2009 anthology from Soft Skull Press: 'Hos, Hookers, Call-Girls and Rent Boys'©, reviewed in the New York Times...