Sorry, it`s been a couple days. There was this holiday thing.

Well, I actually managed to get through the big X without a vibrator falling on someone`s toe as they rummaged for a towel in the linen closet. Go me.

Signing in today, I realize I`ve actually been getting some mail from this site, which is a nice surprise. Most of it has been good. Some of it constructive. 

There was one in particular which addressed the subject of Keen and the fact that I`m providing a lot of industry information here for free. I really WILL get around to writing the gal, but not just yet.

I`ll add Keen to the Phone Sex 101 page soon - because it really should be addressed. I guess if I didn`t consider it such a waste of time, I would have included it in the first place. You have to be such a ga-ga, rah-rah self-promotion creature in order for Keen to work. At least that`s my passing experience with it. I just cannot take it seriously. I mean, I am a pretty lazy slut. I just want to dial in and get calls from my johns. That`s pretty much the maximum effort I want to muster. The idea of promotion and buying advertising…ehh. That`s what pimps and madames are for. 

The one thing I do want to address bluntly, however is the idea that I should somehow be charging for this site. 

I accept that the industry of sex is one for profit. I accept that, at heart, we`re all a gaggle of whores. But, you know, one of the reasons - the MAIN reason, in fact, that I am doing this is for fun. F-U-N. It jazzes me. I think it`s a hoot that I get paid to be a phone slut. Because, frankly, I was a phone slut for MANY years before I started getting paid for it. If I`d had any idea how to go about being in the business without getting screwed (in a bad way) I might have got into it long before I did. 

So, this information is here for FREE. And, it will stay here for FREE. Because this site isn`t about whoring for a profit. Not that I think of whoring as a bad thing - I rather respect and enjoy it. But that isn`t what my site is about.

In the Becoming a Slut section of this site, I talk about separating yourself from the job - and about how people will expect that you`ll do anything (and everything) for a buck. 

This site, although the content concerns my job - ISN`T my job. It`s fun. It`s recreation. It`s something I`m NOT doing for a buck. It`s something I`m doing for me. And, if along the way I pass on some helpful information to someone else, then that`s cool. If some potential johns see it and call because of it - that`s cool, too. But, those are incidental acts. They are not the focus of the site.

The focus of the site is to promote the insights of a phone sex worker. Why? I don`t know. Why does anyone keep an online journal? To commune with the unbearable cyberness of being, I suppose. To send stuff out into the void and occasionally have the void answer. I don`t want to get all transcendental on anyone`s ass, but you know - sometimes a website is just a cigar. 

Wait…ignore that last paragraph.

To eke out some manner of sense here - no, I`m not worried about scores of bored housewives and co-eds suddenly reading my site and deciding they`ve got what it takes. I`m not kept up nights wondering if this will spur some grass roots phone sex movement where independent phone sluts of the world unite. I`m never going to be concerned about getting taken out of the game. Firstly, because I`m good at what I do. And, secondly, because, the fact is, as easy as it sounds - not everyone can do what I do. And the more GOOD people out there doing it, the better. A better industry means a more respected industry - and that means clients who are less shy about their fetish. More of them not worried about explaining what those charges are on their credit cards. 

It`s somewhat bizarre to me. These days you can walk into a club, get medical professionals to hook you up to hardware and party so hard you need the services of an aftercare booth - but talking dirty on the phone is considered embarrassing. I suppose there will always be class distinctions between the dreamers and the sensualists. Fantasy and action. Fancy and experience. Ah well. I`ll try to be philosophical about some of that another night. Long, long from now.

In the meantime, I have to go try and fish the baby new year out of my lubricant drawer.

PS