On Saturday one of my elderly neighbours got a taxi home from one of our local cab firms. I have no idea how this came up in convo, but he told my elderly neighbour there was a prostitute living in the street. He sadly forgot to mention the five drug dealers in our road, the kiddy fiddler and the woman who has 100 cats and smells of piss.
Short of of dragging the little cow who started ......okay very true rumours......down the hill by her ankles and ripping every facial skin off her face....I am not sure what to do.
Okay girls, I am not a feisty girl and have issues hurting those that come for a dom session.....but hey, I am not a prostitute who stands on street corners.....(and says this giggling) I am a very good whore
Am just feeling hurt about stupid gossipers. Ho hum
First thing hun, as much as you (understandably) want to have a go at the person who may have started telling this info, do yourself a favour and RISE ABOVE IT. I do not mean that in one bit way patronising as I have been in a similar position and been ready to rip heads off then wondered what this would actually achieve??? Is this not giving them more ammunition and gossip to spread about you?
My way of thinking and the way I came to deal with sad TW like this was the following-
I am not doing anything illegal. I provide a very professional good service and earn the money I receive. My customers are always happy.
I am a good neighbour. I do not bring any trouble or any ?untoward? folk to the street. I am always polite and courteous to my neighbours. I pay my bills, I keep my house in good condition (in and out) and take pride in my own appearance and the way I present myself.
There are people that have a very misguided, judgemental idea about us folk. That is their problem and if their lives are honestly that uneventful they have nothing better to do than spread gossip?? More the pity them. There is that saying ? better to be spoke about than not at all!!
?No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.?
― Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story