What's a nice girl like me doing running a porn site?
Where do I begin? LOL. That is how the song Love story begins and this is no love story, but I'll continue the song,
"Where do I begin
To tell the story of how sad a life can be
The tragic story that is older than the sea
The simple truth about how I came to be me
Where do I start?"
It all started well enough. My dad is great and I guess my mom was too. I never knew her. She died when I was a baby. My father remarried soon after. I suspect he married just to get someone to care for me. My dad is an engineer who travels a lot, and he found a woman who already had a baby daughter and whose husband had left her. My dad thought she' d be happy to mother me along with her own daughter. He should have wondered why her first husband left her. That seems obvious to me now.
My stepmother doted on my stepsister and treated me like a servant. If this sounds like the story of Cinderella, I wish I'd had it so good. There was no prince, or fairy godmother for me. There was sort of a magical fish like in the Indonesian version of Cinderella "Bawang Merah Bawang Putih" which translates to shallots and garlic. It's intended to represent the two sisters' personalities. My magical fish was not really a fish, although she did smell like one and garlic and onion too. To get to her part in the story we have to skip ahead to when I was eighteen.
Like I said in my character profile my parents wanted me to go to university, at least my father did. My stepmother would just as soon I stay at home and continue to serve her. I wasn't sure what I wanted. My stepsister insisted I go with her to take the SAT tests. She planned for us to attend University together. I figured that was so she could copy off me on test like she did all through high school. Unfortunately for Sis, Stepmom failed to send in my admission paperwork telling dad that I didn't get it filled out in time.
Perhaps, the University was my metaphorical prince or perhaps where I would meet my prince, but no magic was going to make that happen now.
Speaking of magic let's get back to my metaphorical magical fish. It was after I found out that my university admission work had not been submitted. I knew Dad wouldn't believe my side of the story. He was blaming me for the failure and was pretty upset with me. So, I went for a walk. I walked for quite a long time as I was not having much luck figuring out how to get back on my father's good side. I ended up in a rather bad side of town. You know, basically rundown buildings pee and homeless bums everywhere. One old woman sitting on the sidewalk leaning against a building caught my attention. I was staring at her wondering if this was how I was going to end up.
I guess she was bothered by my staring. Suddenly the old biddy lurched toward me and whispered, "Boo!" She told me her name was Bobby repeating it three times trailing off to a mumble the way bums often do to reassure themselves. I just realized, "Put it together and what do you get? A biddy Bobby, biddy Bobby, biddy Bobby Boo." LOL. I was not in the mood for humor then, now thanks to Bobby I'm wiser.
Bobby began to cackle, noticed my mood, and explained, "I'm sorry dear, but it seemed you were in need of a startle to bring you down to earth. What is on your mind that has you so distracted, dear?"
I can't imagine why this woman thought I'd share my story with her, but I did exactly that. Part of her magic? Probably I was thinking that you couldn't go any lower than seeking guidance from a bum on skid row, and I was feeling that low.
I explained my situation to her and then the woman who clearly had no opportunities available to her laughed and explained to me that every set back was an opportunity.
Over the next several weeks I continued to visit her. Turns out she was a bit of a soothsayer and told me I had an incredible journey ahead of me much like the twelve labors of Hercules each would have symbolism of importance to me. And although I may not believe in her magic now, I definitely would believe in all kinds of magic before my journey ended. Her words of wisdom and prophecies actually made me feel better.
She also introduced me to my first contacts in the porn industry. They didn't try to seduce me into their world. They were just being friendly and sharing work stories. Apparently, they enjoyed Bobby's wry wit and wisdom as much as I did; so, we gathered at her spot regularly. I learned more listening to their life stories than I ever would have learned at university.
This continued until the day Sis followed me to find out where I was going. She overheard the prophecies Bobby was telling me and became jealous. She told stepmom who called the police who rousted all the homeless in that area.
Again, Sis's efforts backfired on her. She became enamored with a sociology professor at university. To win him over she told him about the magical old biddy on skid row. She pretended she was the one who had met with her. Of course, the professor wanted to meet Bobby, but when they went to find her, Sis couldn't deliver. She lost her prince who assumed she was a liar. Too bad he couldn't meet the good sister like in the fairy tale. Instead, the good sister discovered the world of porn. LOL.
