Mug: Random dog mug from New World
Brew: Typhoo

Yes - from now on our lovely Casual Cuppa Chats will be elevated via my donning of a tantalising brassiere and a cheeky pose with a mug. It's the Gemma Rose way, after all.
Tell you what, I'm fucken' tired. My fingers, once nimble, now ache and throb with every fleeting sting. Too much wanking for Gemma? Nah - get your mind out of the gutter. (And besides, I have a booking tomorrow evening.)
I'm tired from all the typing I've been doing over the past few hours. I'm writing up something that (I hope) will entertain, but it's taking a very long time so I thought I'd quickly come on in the meantime with a Casual Cuppa Chat, letting you know that I am 1) Alive (that's handy!) 2) Active (damn those hills) and 3) Back from Palmy and ready to get down 'n' dirty with you. I'll be available from now until Christmas!
Anyway, back to the reason why I've been typing. Over the past few months I've been asking my clients what they'd like me to write about, and how I became a sex worker has been a popular suggestion. Most of you know bits and pieces of the story - discrimination and bullying at an insurance job, door to door sales hell in Wellington, debuting at the Paradise Club, The Kensington, yada yada. I've spent some time (an understatement) writing about it all, and true to form I've gotten carried away and the post is long. Really, really long. I'm still working on it, and it's nowhere near finished.
I'm gonna get back to it now, but I'll speak to you again very soon, and please allow me to leave you with a picture of ONLY THE COOLEST BIKE IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!11111!!!!!1111
(I'm a sucker for anything iridescent.)

