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Guinness World Record 2011 - World's most tattooed woman

Julia Gnuse - nicknamed the 'illustrated lady' - has 95 per cent of her body covered in ink, ranging from jungle scenes and cartoons to her favourite actors.
Miss Gnuse, from California, started getting tattoos on her legs after developing a skin condition called porphyria, which causes the skin to blister when exposed to sunlight.



























She then turned her attention to her stomach, arms and back and before long was addicted to body art.


In an interview, Miss Gnuse said although the ink did not stop her skin from blistering, it covered up the scars and allowed her to be exposed to the sun.


'I did this for the reason of covering scarring from the blisters. They get as deep as three degree burn,' she said.


'I had a friend who is a plastic surgeon, who suggested tattooing my skin the same color to the scarring that I had, seeing if we can match my just pale-looking skin that I had.'


'That didn't work. We tried it. It was very difficult to match that. So I had the idea of a colorful tattoo, then I got hooked. I got addicted.'


Miss Gnuse said there was medication available for her condition, but said taking it could have placed her at risk of blindness.

A Week in the Life of an Escort

A story of an social escort.

What Draws a Person into This Lifestyle?
It was Monday afternoon when I arrived in the City to meet one of my old friends. We had not seen each other in some time and I decided to go visit with her over my spring holiday. I had known for sometime what kind of
lifestyle she had been leading. I just had no clue how it worked and how she could make a living as a female "Escort."

When I arrived she had booked me a luxurious suite at a very up scale Hotel. Walking into the room was a treat in itself. A large desk, microwave, refrigerator, sofa, chair and T.V. caught my attentions quickly. Everything to make you feel right at home. When I opened the bedroom door, there was a beautiful king size bed. Dressed with pillows and shams to match the luscious comforter. The bathroom was dressed in black marble tile and brass faucets. I could have never afforded such a luxurious suite on my own salary.

It was not long before my friend showed up and we sat down and began my interview for this Article. I wanted to know all about her life and how things worked.
I wanted to know how she could possibly afford a hotel room so nice. I was very great full for her hospitality. This just seemed a little to much for a visit from an old friend.

Before I could ask another question she pulled out her blackberry and lined up one of her clients. There were several regular clients that she would see weekly.
Some would ask for only thirty minutes of her time, others would request several hours. New clients usually booked in thirty minute, one hour or two hour time limits. She always allowed her self time between each appointment to shower and dress for her next client. This way she gave the best attention she could offer to each person who requested an appointment with her.

When over looking her emails. I noticed that everyone used a code language. I totally had no clue as to what they were asking for and what it all meant. So my first lesson was to learn to understand the "Code" for the
"Escort" business. One person asked for a french kiss in his email. Requesting only a half hour session. She replied that the donation would be 50 dollars. Which I am told is more than reasonable for this service. Most escorts charge almost three times as much for their services.

At this point she began to tell me that many of them men were to busy to get involved in real relationships and found it much easier to just book occasional appointments with an escort. The escort then would go out to dinner or just sit and talk with them and often provide sexual favors for the right price.

She said that several men were just in need of cuddling and conversation. She often rubbed their back and talked with them for the entire appointment.

So sex was not always a part of her services. Of course each escort sets standards for what they will and will not do. When ever sex is involved she assured me that she took every precaution to protect both herself and her client.

I sat in the living room area of the hotel while she serviced several clients. I felt a bit uncomfortable at first. Then I realized that these were just normal business men dressed in suits or leisure clothes, there for a service. Much like seeing a therapist or doctor. Most of the men said hello and asked how my day was going. We made small chit chat until my friend was ready for her next client. Each time she appeared in a beautiful out fit, her make up and hair in perfect place.

She seemed to give special attention to each person. Almost every client asked when she would be able to see them again.

After four hours she came out and sat down beside me. Opened up her hand and showed me a vast number of 100 dollar bills. In four hours she had made almost 1000 dollars. Two customers had required a "french kiss" one customer had requested "full service" the others had just needed a back rub and some snuggle time. Almost afraid to ask........I finally needed to know what she meant by "French Kiss" and "Full Service"? She told me that a french kiss referred to Oral Sex. Either they requested to perform this on her or she was asked to perform this on the client. Full Service meant that they would want oral sex and everything up to and possibly including intercourse.

How does this differ from prostitution? What is the difference between an Escort, a call girl and a prostitute? The more I knew the more questions I had to have answered. I didn't want to hurt my friends feelings. But
most of the world does not choose this type of lifestyle as a way to make a living. My questions were hard for her to answer at first. There surely was nothing low class about where she was living or how she was dressed or the clients she serviced.
It all just seemed to be "Business."

My friend told me that "Call Girls" usually make "In Calls or out Calls" meaning they allow a man to come to them or they will go where the person is that wants their body. Most of the time it is strictly sex. They are paid for their body. Where as an "Escort is paid for her time." Not what she does with it. A prostitute walks the street, rarely uses safe sex practices and will do her deeds in a car or where ever the client can find a dark place. Making her activities low class and dirty to most of the public around them.

After a few days with my friend. We visited fine restraints and went out for an evening on the town. I found myself thinking that this was not such a bad way to live. It had me spoiled within a few days. Great cash flow, fine meals. Never a boring moment so it seemed. Her work took her in to the wee hours of the morning and sometimes through out the day. Depending on the demands of her clients. This is not a life style that I would choose for myself but how could I judge my friend for how she made her living? What seemed unprofessional to me, was very professional to her. She ran her services like a business. With the up most discretion and respect for her clients and their privacy.

DD minus 27: Look Whats Finally Coming Together

You know how when you've been wanting to do something for months, and for better or worse you've ( kind of ) been procrastinating or just not quite finding the time - and then, finally, you get your arse into gear and the project is nearing completion .... you know how that makes you feel ? That " wow, look what i've done ", personal pride kind of feeling ? Yep, thats what i've got going on because..... the baby's room is almost done!

I feel like i've achieved a lot today. Its not just the physical act of washing and drying and folding piles and piles of baby clothes and cot sheets and fleecy blankets - although seeing all those little clothes hung out on my washing line was kind of sweet. Its more than that. The near completion of this physical task - the painting, the putting together of furniture, the washing and folding, the organising and decorating - is symbolic. It means I'm READY. Or as ready as i'm going to get anyway. Sure, i still need to pack a bag for the labour ( altough i did pack my bag for the actual hospital stay today - go me! ) so i'm technically not quite ready, but i feel like i am.

I also feel excited, nervous and a little scared - but on top of all this, i feel ready. I know i'm repeating the same word over and over here but theres no other way to explain it. I feel like i'm in a place where, even though i am excited and nervous and just a little scared, i'm also at ease with whats going to be thrown at me and i'm pretty sure that i'm going to be able to handle it, no matter how bad it appears to be. It might be because i've been having all these little conversations with other mothers or other pregnant women lately - like my beauty therapist today ( by the way way, lower leg and foot massages are the bomb! ). Its nice knowing that i'm part of a group - which has literally billions of members.

She asked me if i had thought about pain relief for the birth ( which i have.... kind of ) and how i think i'll make it through labour ( which can literally last all day if not longer ).

Here's what i'm holding on to - billions of other women, since the dawn of time, have been able to do this. And if they can, i can to. Simple yes, yet motivating. If so many other women can do it - can be strong, can bear down in the face of pain, can kick and scream and fight until the " job " is done ( or, for the Zen ladies out there, bite their lips and do it all in silence ).... then so can i. I can be that Superwoman.

And seeing as i've put together a piece of furniture all by myself this afternoon, made up the cot, sorted and folded all the clothes my child owns and cleaned the bathroom, i think i'm well on my way to that superhero status....