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Friday - November 12, 2004
Questions, Questions Everywhere…Nor Any Drop to Think
 
Let’s begin with a few notes:

1. Any phone sluts with home-recording capabilities who might be interested in some work-for-hire assignments should email me ASAP. There is some risk involved which I'll explain in detail if you're interested, but it’s an opportunity that may be well worth it.

2. There are two new additions to the site. One is the addition of a Reference Desk Subheading in Erotic Writings where I’ll be indexing any phone-sex related news articles I come across. The other is a list of PSD-Approved Affiliate Programs now listed in the Resources Section. These are affiliate programs that I have personally used, make money with, and feel confident providing to other phone sluts.

3. Peter is back and updating. He has been missed.


So. You know, last Tuesday happened. I’m exhausted by it, so I’m not going to rant here. I’ve ranted in other places and to other people and listened to rants and I’m just done for the moment. Whining about it just seems to fuel those who are smugly pleased with the result, so I’ll be ignoring the Elephant in the living room for as long as my denial holds out. Feel free to dive right into my own delusions the water is warm. However, I am actively looking for an mp3 of Kent Brockman’s “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again -- democracy doesn’t work” so if you’ve got a Simpsons archive of sounds and are willing to share, pass on the love, man. 

I started the Reference Desk because each time there is a phone-sex scandal, the articles come out and there are countless editorials about how cyber- and phone-sex are destroying moral relationships across the country. Phone sex sluts are the bane of society, yadda, yadda, phone-sex and porn addition is crumbling the decency of the average American, blather, blah, blah. Abandon all hope ye who wanks off here. So when I find positive articles, I’m indexing them, even if they do mention O’Reilly. 

Of course, the O’Reilly semi-scandal reminded me of a fact that is crucial to my business: everyone has a right to their kink. Provided it’s consensual, which is where Bill got in trouble. I couldn’t help being curious as to whether Bill is too cheap to use a regular service. It’s a lot less dangerous and less expensive than coercing co-workers who can launch lawsuits. Unless the coercion is his drug of choice. It’s doubtful he’s a cheapskate, so one wonders why he doesn’t find a professional outlet for his fetish. Even power-plays can be had for the right price with the right girl. Or maybe I’m not the only one capable of repressing realities. Perhaps there’s no room for admitting to the need for nitty-gritty fun time in the “No-Spin Zone.” 

There is a line in Reversal of Fortune where Ron Silver, portraying Alan Dershowitz talks about a nightmare where he is phoned by Hitler in need of a defense lawyer. Dershowitz ponders whether he would stick to his self-prescribed professional ethics and take the case, or whether he’d just kill the man himself. 

Now, O’Reilly is no Hitler and I’m a far cry from Alan Dershowitz and phone sex is not law. But it’s interesting. Because as much as I loathe the idea of left- or right-wing nutjob mouthpieces, I really don’t place any prejudice upon the people who call me, regardless of their walk of life. I have quite a few regulars who jab at me good-naturedly regarding my political views. And while we are all twisted little screws in our own rights, I can’t say that elephants are any more or less kink-friendly than those who favor the ass. Would I accept a phone sex call from Mr. O’Reilly? If I did, would it make me any more or less a whore considering how opposed I am to his trade and persona? Do any of those labels have any real meaning? 

When I was younger I used to enjoy watching people in public places and guessing about their lives and jobs (“…She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy…”). These days that has changed to guessing their sexual kinks and naughtiest secrets. Wondering which man is wearing a thong which woman has nipple clamps on beneath her blazer. Which of the perfectly normal faces has the wickedest recesses of imagination. Do I sexualize everything because I’m a sex-worker, or am I a sex-worker because I recognize that sexuality is a part of everyone and everything? Is that realization something that allows me to do my job better, to not be influenced by who my clients are or what they may do? Do I just think too much?

I have a number of modest celebrities among my callers. People whose names might not be up in lights for the population at large, but who, in the proper circumstances, are relatively well-known. They are faceless, although I know what their faces look like. They don’t call me to be fawned over or harassed for the “inside scoop” on their trade. Sometimes they prefer my services, other times they bond with girls other than myself. They are just like everyone else. Why do we expect that just because a person is famous and we have an idea about the image they project that we know anything about their secret sexuality? 

Philosophical questions, all. Charmingly unanswerable. Worth pondering, however, at least for me. 

Yep. I definitely think too much ;-)