As a quick addendum to this article by Monica Shores, I’d like to say a little more on the subject of “Alexa DiCarlo.” She’s the fakest fake that ever faked. She’s a fake Secret Diary-inspired high-end cosmopolitan “courtesan” grad student sexpert who got her start as a barely-legal stripper.
Here’s a favorite entry among us (real) strippers about her stripping days. This entry is really magical, complete with bisexual femme stripper lovers sobbing on stage to Madonna’s “Justify My Love”, a standing ovation, a pole that rises out of the stage (wha-huh?!), a green room, and a surprise farewell cake and balloons from the club. Riiiight.
Despite claiming to be in grad school to become a sexologist or whatever the fuck, this person finds the time to maintain at least three blogs, six tumblelogs and to be twittering white male fantasy NSFW pictures (and Asian emoticons) incessantly. “She” also has the time for convenient vacations anytime any other Bay Area sex workers want to meet up. She somehow is too mystified to use any instant messaging clients, despite being savvy enough to maintain this huge internet presence. It’s enough of a presence that she claims she doesn’t advertise because she gets all her extremely rich Johns from her wordpress blog.
One of her tumblelogs, by the way, is not like the others. Okay, Yellowstone, why not? I guess everyone has a fave national park that they feel as passionately about as they do facials and buttholes. (Being the notorious content thief that she is, even the photos on her Yellowstone blog are used without the permission of any of the photographers.)
Speaking of buttholes, Alexa also maintains a sex education website for teens called Caitlain’s Corner, where she teaches teens lessons like, “How To Eat Ass.” Does that strike anyone else as being a little bit weird?
If you like bad first person erotic fiction, then by all means, go ahead and read her blog. I’m sure that for lots of people it’s sexy to read about a permanently 24 year-old escort who asks people to throw her gang bangs on her days off. I have to cut this short now though, because I’ve already started masturbating while typing this somehow and I don’t want to female ejaculate on my computer while thinking about all the uncovered blowjobs my polyamorous girlfriend and I are going to give at the Benson Hotel for fun tonight after I get off work. >.<
Edited to add: Mr. Miss DiCarlo took his her post down (after being called out to name his her mythical club), which is a shame, because it was hi-larious, even if it was unintentionally comical. Too bad I already thought of that so the lulz don’t have to stop.