I have a lot of travel that I should do but I can’t be gone all the time either so I am picking my favorite places to tour as well as a few news ones for this year.

I’ll be in:

Washington DC
New York City
Louisville, KY
Cincinnati, OH
Chicago, IL
Denver, Co
Miami, FL
Orlando, FL
Indianapolis, IN
Philadelphia,PA
Boston

Don’t see your city? Well, send me an email to booking@meetsarahblake.com and let me know you would like me to visit you! If I get enough requests for a certain area, I’ll add it to my itinerary!

See you there!

Being your own boss isn’t all it’s cracked up to be but this week, it was. I took the week off for my birthday and had the best time of my life. Since I am the boss, I only answer to me. In preparation for my time off I had to buy a few things, helmet, chaps, bandannas, and riding boots. Leather shopping is so much fun!

I took a bike trip across the US…a little over 2000 miles. I left my computer at home for this first time in years, only check my email every other day and put everything on hold. I didn’t work for 5 days. That is a lot for me. It was a little difficult after the 3rd day. I itched to get on the computer but alas, it wasn’t there so I had no choice but to enjoy myself,lol…

The trip started out in St. Louis and ended at my house in Las Vegas. I didn’t drive but seeing the scenic route from the back of a motorcycle was so amazing. I got a bunch of pictures but not until the 3rd day. I was having so much fun that I forgot I even had a camera with me.

I ended up getting some great shots but the camera doesn’t do the scenery any justice. It made me want to buy a panoramic camera…and a motorcycle. I had almost bought one when I lived in LA. I went to the Harley shop, sat on a few, picked one out and then took some time to think about it. Later the same week, I saw a horrible accident on the 405 freeway and decided not to buy the bike. Now, I want one again and it’s like a fever. It’s fun to ride on the back but I want to drive, control the throttle, feel the motor…maybe that would be a good Christmas present to myself.

I keep seeing this and I have to laugh. Its so cute and reminds me of a series called the Million Dollar Man and there is another one with a woman but I can’t remember the name of it. I’m not a robot but I am a lover of Sci-Fi so it tickled my fancy.

After many posts speculating why, complaining, whining, bitching, and boobie hate mail(LOL) because of the choices I made, I just have one thing to say: FUCK OFF! You sound like a bunch of old biddies!

I turn 28 this coming week, yes 28. That’s right, I’m on the better part of almost 30 now. I’m not 18 and I don’t really give a rat’s ass what people think. I’m me, feisty, daring, shoots from the hip, and doesn’t take any shit…so look out.

I got an email a few weeks ago from someone just plain being an ass. I get these daily, even before I changed my look, but I just let the guy have it. He replied back that I wasn’t the nice person I claimed to be. Well, I never claimed to be nice or a doormat either. I’m not required be pleasant after a sorry attempt to insult me. I don’t understand why people think you have to be nice to them after they act like complete jerks.

So, I didn’t change my look for money, for someone else, to prove anything, or to try to look like everyone else. The hair is an experiment and its fun to change, morph into and change back at a whim, which I will do whenever I feel like it. I wrote a blog all about why I changes but I guess the board whores don’t understand how to read anything but the tattoos on the small of backs. If they really wanted to know, they could read my diary. That would just take considerably too much effort and its much more fun to make things up and speak of the downfall I am possibly taking. Some people have way too much time on their hands.

I missed blogging and thought this was interesting and amusing. I had to share! Did you miss it?

So my mom received an email today. Yes, my mom did, not me. It explained that her daughter(me) was an escort and even had a link not only to my escort website but to my paysite as well! Oh the drama!

Her response: “No shit Sherlock!”

I thought this response was priceless. When she told me about it, I started laughing but then I stopped and thought about how lucky I am. I don’t have to lie to my family or hide what I do. They know I’m a freak, escort, pornstar, whore, or whatever. They still love me anyway. I’m extremely fortunate to have people in my life that love me without conditions. t doesn’t mean I don’t value the decreet nature of this business. I see their lives outside out little bubbles of fun as none of my business anyway. I don’t have time for all of that mess. I just want to have a great time too, then go home, hug my dogs, watch CSI or Dexter, then drift off to sleep.

I then thought about the escorts I know that were outed and it was a very bad thing for them. I feel awful for them and would never wish “being outed” on anyone, no matter how catty I felt toward them. When it happens, I’m a bit pissy about the lack of respect they are being shown after countless encounters and keeping their own mouths shut.

What is “Being Outed”

It means that some lamer decided to reveal to friends, family, work, or whoever a person was trying to keep being in the industry “quiet” that they are in fact, in the adult industry. The secrets out, cats out of the bag, and sometimes it ruins lives.

So, I have to say in closing to this blog entry to the lamer that tried to out me. I’ve been out for quite some time, like the very beginning, lol!