when i lived in las vegas in 1971-1972, not as a hooker

Welcome to Madam Vanessa LV.

hello this is madam Vanessa, las vegas talk of the town 1970’s,

I remembered this week from always writing that a parcel of land in 1972 or an acre on the las vegas strip could be purchased for 4000.oo and you needed to have  the mineral rights to this land sale otherwise you were screwed with this expensive purchase. also at this time I was told it was wise to invest in commodities , like coffee and sugar, oh well I never made enough money as a prostitute to invest in these things.

I start unlv in 1971 as a psychology major and live in our only dorm Tonopah hall, our 6th floor is our only women’s floor. we have  phonebooths to call home on the sixth floor.

our dorm mess hall is our unlv book store now and I really did ask our special collections libraby for a photo…

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something that is always special to me

I just wanted to share again with all of you, thanks ,shelley bristol

Welcome to Madam Vanessa LV.

hello this is madam Vanessa, las vegas  talk of the town 1970’s

and I write today in my real life story.

in 1972 I left our unlv dorm room on the sixth floor to open a business in selling sex out of ,my little studio apt at 777 naples dr by paradise and by our 1970’s jungle club lounge. I became a prostitute at 19 years young then. The lure of the money and excitement of the street stole my original dream of obtaining a bachelor’s degree in psychology.After entering the life of prostitution, I knew in my heart  I  would never get back my dream of being a psychologist. I was so emotionally damaged that is taken me 26 years to once again dream of attending college. in 1999 I attended Cs -Nevada and I obtained a pell grant and a scholarship for a disabled person with a note…

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i write today with my heart and soul, by shelley bristol

Hello this is  madam Vanessa, lasvegas  talk of the town,1970’s

when I was 18 years old I met my  boyfriend dan lee in 1972 and  dan really lured me in to be a prostitute. he really used me  as his girlfriend as naïve and young as I was. we had 10 months together and when my boyfriend dan ended our relationship by taking my vw- bug and not returning my car and threatening  to call my parents that I was a  hooker, everything ended badly for me, but I was glad he was gone. this man really emotionally hurt me and it took a long time for me to get over this relationship.

I wanted to write I doubt  my boyfriend ever respected as a sold my body to other men for sex and money, then in 1972. I really learned from this relationship with dan in 1972 to really stand up for myself the best I could at 18 years young.

I am to write now the most meaningful message  in my real life story.

Being an illegal prostitute at a young age like myself in 1972, in las vegas, nv  at

18 years young is not a glamorous life for anyone.

I took my life  path down a different that will take my heart and soul and all my

special purpose in life away and this takes me a long time to get what mattered mos t in my heart and get back my special dreams back when I came to las vegas , nv in 1971

. I had very special goals and purposes to get a bachelor’s degree of psychology. I destroyed these goals by being an illegal prostitute in las vegas, nv for 13m onths of my life

in las vegas, nv in 1972-1973.

I wanted to write I am a very  lucky woman  that I got my strength and my goals

and  my purposes back with a very good friend of mine in the early 1980’s. this  good man and my best friend will mentor me to stop myself from being so embarrassed about my life as  a young woman being a hooker at 19 years young and I always had no right t o be em barrased about my life  in 1972-1973 as a seller of sex ,since I was very honest and straightforward with myself and the  male clients to pay me to have sex with  them.

my best friend will teach me in 1983 that  i can come back to las vegas in 1985, at 31 years young

to find my heart and soul with very special goals in my life now with a fresh new start in life.

i write it was always very important to me to comeback to las  vegas, in the march of 1985

and tell myself always ican be here with  my past  from the 1970’s and really be someone who cares about herself and i always tell myself it was  in my destiny to  come back

to las vegas in the 1980’s and sometimes i wish icould have figured this out sooner,

to get back to las vegas sooner in my life , but everything worked anyways, to have a very happy and special life, here in las vegas, nv.

i say to all of you there is always a way out of  this life of being a prostitute , you just have to have the courage and strength within your self to stop being in this very risky lifestyle,

life style and there is also always hope to get back on the right path of life.

this is always to be  my most meaningful message, i share with all of you today.

i am ready to write  my real life story of being a prostitute in 1972-1973 at 18 years young.

thank you for reading my blog  today

madam Vanessa,

shelley bristol

 

 

 

 

something that is always special to me

hello this is madam Vanessa, las vegas  talk of the town 1970’s

and I write today in my real life story.

in 1972 I left our unlv dorm room on the sixth floor to open a business in selling sex out of ,my little studio apt at 777 naples dr by paradise and by our 1970’s jungle club lounge. I became a prostitute at 19 years young then. The lure of the money and excitement of the street stole my original dream of obtaining a bachelor’s degree in psychology.After entering the life of prostitution, I knew in my heart  I  would never get back my dream of being a psychologist. I was so emotionally damaged that is taken me 26 years to once again dream of attending college. in 1999 I attended Cs -Nevada and I obtained a pell grant and a scholarship for a disabled person with a note taker for some of my college classes. I was  a novice student at csn making the dean’s list for the five year period I attended college, which was so important to me always.

I am writing my book  to help young women who thought of going into prostitution as a way to pay the bills. my intent was to have women follow their hearts and their very special goals in life. my book is called Hooker on a bicycle, a true story of a 1970’s   las vegas, callgirl and my book is is intended. somehow to replace my intial goal of getting a bachelor’s degree in psychology. I returned to unlv campus in 1990, just to wal k around a

and bring back the memories of what I lost, which always feels very sad to  me at this time.

Happily I write in February of 1998 I walk with my new friend dennis McBride, a writer and researcher of las vegas then to our special james Dickinson libraby to our unlv special collections libraby, for my first time and my friend dennis helped and inspired me to  become a writer and a researcher of las vegas , nv in the 1970’s. I was so excited then to see our 1970’s gossip paper the panorama for the first time. I would now start with this libraby help with research to write my autobiography of living in las vegas in 1972-1973 as a hooker at my apt for 6 months and also I was at our special collections libraby for 6 months researching and Xeroxing our panorama paper so I could  put together a wonderful scrapbook of our las vegas history in the 1970’s and  all the places I would be in las vegas in 1971-1973 and this scrapbook is all aboutmy life in las vegas in the 1970’s. this was all  very special to me , so I say thank to our staff at our special collection libraby and to my good friend dennis.

I saved all my writing and my scrapbook and it was very special that I got to have my own radio show  on www. vegas allnet radio, as madam Vanessa , las vegas talk of the town 1970’s in august 2013 for 75 weeks till February 2015.and I saved all my special writing   of my  real life story scripts from my radio show.

and in 2014 I visited our special collections libraby at our lied libraby which is a very pretty place at unlv and our libraby staff at special collections in 2014 was very kind and helpf ul to me and I xeroxed another 30 pages from the panorama paper that I will put in a new scrapbook and write about my life, in a new scrapbook, now. and one day I would like to donate some of my writing to our women’s archives at unlv special collection and I do have a closed writer’s file with my stories of my life and other special things in this closed writer’s file at our Nevada state museum since 2013.

thank you for reading my blog today.

this is madam Vanessa signing off today

shelley bristol

 

 

today i wish talk about this

my name is shelley Bristol

ilive in the southwest area of las vegas,nv in a nice apt complex. I am disabled.

today from my own experience I parked my compact car in a handicapped space by my rental office , I went into my rental office to play on our computer.

when I came out our mailman was not in an authorized space, he really blocked my car in and I thought I could get into my car, how nice of our usps mailman to block a handicapped person and I asked my mail man to move , igues he did not  hear  me, I thought I could get into my car. I  hurt my back and  I told my mail man he couldnot care about this. so I tried to call our post office and find a supervisor at our spring mtn post office no one will help me and I really hurt my back thanks to a very rude postal mail person. this mail man is to be reported to his supervisor.. and if he does to me again I will contac our ada in las vegas which is our equal rights commission, thru the state of Nevada, I have also been told our nice police,if someone blocks your car in you can file a police report, I guess that will happen if the mail man does this to me again

too bad I cannot give out the name of my mailman,

I guess his supervisor is at our w.spring mtn road office,in lASVEGAS,NV, 89117

and I am to file a very serious complaint with our usps and so far I cannot reach anyone. I shared this no good experience  about a cruel mailman who has no respect or compassion for people with disabilities,this is all honest that I wrote

shelley Bristol,and my back hurts from this cruel mailman, blocking my car in,who is not co nsiderate of other people.