I am a Courtesan
There are many things in my life that I never thought I would ever do. Like raise a child, by myself. Or run a business by myself. Or host and prepare a Passover Seder, while raising a child and running a business. I never in a bazillion trillion years thought I desired to do any of these things, alone. But, here they all are -- the contents of my life, my days. Now, I - like you -- could choose to be cranky and complain about any one of these things. I mean, come on, people -- now I gotta make a turkey, on top of everything else?

But Sisters, here is where an aspect of what defines me, inhabits me, and orients me, surfaces, winds around my being like wafting perfume, paths a direction as count-on-able and numinous as the North Star, and encases me in the delicious erotic elixir of the exquisite essence of the woman I am.  

I am a Courtesan.
Yeah, you heard me. A Courtesan.  
Whatever do you mean by that, Miss Mama?