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Francesca → Aphrodite
Blame Aphrodite - Sappho
It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy.
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Immortal Aphrodite - Sappho
On the throne of many hues, Immortal Aphrodite,
child of Zeus, weaving wiles--I beg you
not to subdue my spirit, Queen,
with pain or sorrow
but come--if ever before
having heard my voice from far away
you listened, and leaving your father's
golden home you came
in your chariot yoked with swift, lovely
sparrows bringing you over the dark earth
thick-feathered wings swirling down
from the sky through mid-air
arriving quickly--you, Blessed One,
with a smile on your unaging face
asking again what have I suffered
and why am I calling again
and in my wild heart what did I most wish
to happen to me: "Again whom must I persuade
back into the harness of your love?
Sappho, who wrongs you?
For if she flees, soon she'll pursue,
she doesn't accept gifts, but she'll give,
if not now loving, soon she'll love
even against her will."
Come to me now again, release me from
this pain, everything my spirit longs
to have fulfilled, fulfill, and you
be my ally
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Frankie had been sitting upon the bed for a while now, thinking about herself. That woman had made her sit down and think. Damn her. Frankie didn’t often think on herself but that woman had made her, and now she was coming up with more questions. Questions that seemed more important then the one she had asked, she had asked that one on impulse and now she was wishing she had thought about it longer. But she had already wasted her chance, so she would ask the people of this mysterious journal. After all what could that hurt, the woman had said theses people where supposed to… well she was still unsure. But perhaps they could help.
Full discloser, I have never been one to hide who I am. Tell white lies sure, but that is a different matter and usually done to ease the comfort of others. And none of you know me so I feel I can be completely honest here.
I am an escort. Not a prostitute. That is a very fine line, but I have never charged a single person for sex. And I think it should be clear that you know the distinction. I love my life. I have never not loved my life.
Aside from the beginnings it has been a charmed life, but we don’t talk about that.
I am from Paris, but I have lived in England, LA and New York. I spend a life telling men what they want to hear, being their arm candy. Men who have problems getting women on their own because their jobs are to demanding to give them much time for ‘the hunt’. Not that they don’t deserve more, not they have all been charming and desirable in their own ways, and I guess I have loved them all in their own way. And Goddess knows they have loved me. Many of them have offered me a ‘better life’ but I have always turned them down because while I cared for them, I never accepted. Because I knew it would be unfair to them. Because none of them have I ever cared enough for to do that. I guess I also cared too much for them to lie to them for the rest of our lives.
But I find it odd; I spend my whole life around love, inspiring love in a way. After all after working with me many of then men who have had me in their employ have gone on to meet women perfect for them and been able to knew they kind of love they have been looking for.
I have meet hundreds of men in my life, and liked plenty of them fine. But never found anyone for me to love. All I really want is to love. But why can’t I?
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The sun had just started to poke through the pale gossamer curtains and to roll over on her face. The bed was exquisite, soft pale satin sheets a soft mattress and covers she could just hide in, and part of her wanted to stay in bed all day. But with a sigh she rolled over expecting her arm to fall around a certain French lawyer, instead her grasp came up empty forcing Francesca to open her eyes for the fist time. She was not accustomed to wakening up alone but once her eyes spied the clock her uneasiness faded, it was after one in the afternoon of course Sebastian was off to work.
Slowly she sat up and stretched and her eyes fell on the night stand and she smiled. He had left her a gift! She crawled over and pulled the sleek box into her hands. With slender finger she untied the bow around the box releasing the note which she unfolded with a smile, Sébastien elegant writing had placed a short note inside ‘ma bichette, Ton pere est un voleur. Il a vole les etoiles du ciel et les a mise dans tes yeux, suivre dans ses étapes j'ai plumé des étoiles du ciel pour placer dans vos cheveux.’ (My little doe, your father must have been a thief for she stole the stars from the sky and placed them in your eyes, following in his steps i have plucked stars from the sky to place in your hair.) she couldn’t help but smile and place the note aside and open the box in her hands, inside the box lay two of the most beautiful hair combs she had ever laid eyes on. They where silver twisted into beautiful roses and speckled with white and pink diamonds. She instantly placed them in her hair with a smile. Getting out of bed she skittered across the room to the desk and pulled out the leather bound journal that he had bought her their first week here, of course he had never admitted it but he was ever so modest her rarely owned up to his gifts. Running her fingers over the plat on the cover she opened it skipping over the weird English intro. But she English had been getting rusty lately so upon first seeing the English she had decided she would only write in English in this journal.
Greece is just as beautiful as I thought it would be, I can’t believe I waited so long to come here! Of course every place I visit is beautiful; each one is dear to my heart. But Greece, there is nothing is like it. And Sebastian is such a doll I couldn’t have asked for a better man to show me around Athens. I do miss the girls though, that is always the hard part about traveling for my work and knowing I will be here for a few months just makes it a little harder. I mean what if Gazette needs help with her hair, or Antoinette needs just the right dress! The girls are just lost without me sometimes. Perhaps I will call the house later today to check in. I just love them so much.
Oh goddess above, Sebastian keeps showering me with gifts you would think I was a goddess he was paying homage to. He is just a doll. Well I must join the world of the living again (can you believe it? I have been sleeping so much here, the bed is like heaven!) And get dressed and perhaps get some shopping done. They have just some of the best shops here!
Till next time dearest diary!
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