Ok, two days ago I tweeted this:

“Latest: Have dinner with me! to finance my career as a writer I'm selling 3 dinner dates with
me! Hungry? Let me know: www.filthytrannywhore.com ”

I’ve sold one – yippee.

However that still leaves Friday and Sunday nights – so you want to go to dinner?

Seriously, I need to quit my job. I’ll never become Australia’s most
famous living transsexual author if I’m stuck in an office three days
a week doing research for some corporation that thinks I’m a
‘novelty’. You should meet these people, they are tedious. My job is
seriously boring. Only a series of dinner dates can save me – so how
about it?

On another note one kind gentleman (thank you ‘pantsman54’) has
offered me money in exchange for smutty photographs and dirty e-mail
correspondence.

I’ve thought seriously about this and decided it’s a good idea. What
do you think? Are you interested too?

I know this must make me sound like a trashy whore, maybe I am, but I
promise to be tasteful. Unless you want me to be a trashy whore, I
don’t really mind. As long as it keeps me out of the stupid office.

For chrissakes, my job is so dull. Really, Roy Morgan Values Segment
data and media typology – pleeeeease, spare me. I really don’t care
what women 45 to 55 are reading (NW and Women’s Weekly still score
over Index, can you believe that?). Yet this is what I have to find
out. Think about it, is this what Australia’s first transsexual
superstar author should be doing to make money? I think not.

What I should be doing is e-mailing you semi pornographic photographs
of myself wearing Hello Kitty underwear and talking about how I can
relive your ‘stress’, or sitting down in a nice restaurant over a
bottle of Chablis giving you a hard on as I talk about my Hello Kitty
underwear.

Where the hell would I be without Hello Kitty?

Ok, help!

For a dinner date or a pornographic e-mail relationship you know where
to find me!

Love and kisses and Hello Kitty.

X

Lavinia.