When I began camming, I told my oldest brother what I was doing. The only thing he had to say about it was, "Just don't do porn."
Oops.
Well "technically" I wasn't doing porn, I was having sex with two guys who (at the time) I liked, filmed the three of us having sex, while performing live shows on a gay pay website. Not porn. "Entirely" different!
When I started working on my own website, I told Evan and Kelly, to find other girls to add into the show. I advised them what kind of girls were "likable" on our site, however, Kelly's wife still needed to be considered, if they were going to have sex with Kelly. But none of the other girls Evan talked to wanted to meet Kelly's wife. In fact, these girls were pretty hostile about. They all had that, "Fuck that bitch!" mentality. Some girls just came out and said it. "If you don't want a man who fucks for a living then tell him to be a construction worker!" one girl said.
I got the feeling these young ladies were, shall we say, disenchanted with the idea.
We had post-it notes all over our work-board that had names, numbers, handles, show times, and random messages.
"Fuck that bitch." was on a post-it note among them.
"All they had to do was meet me." Kelly's wife said.
Furthermore...
Not to split hairs, ladies, but Kelly, Evan, and I, didn't do this "for a living"...
We all have jobs.
Correction, Kelly and I have jobs.
And...
Kelly's wife is one of the nicest, classiest wives I've met in Los Angeles. I appreciate where negative feelings arise from certain bad couples out there, and there's plenty of them, but Kelly and his wife are not among the bad couples. They're good people.
But I get it...
The same couples have emailed me, repeatedly, for girl/girl sex while the husband watches. I would explain, "I'm not bisexual." The following weekend I would receive the same inquiry from the same couples. Again, I would explain, "I'm not bisexual." The following weekend I would receive the same inquiry from the same couples. Again, I would explain, "I'm not bisexual." The following weekend...
I STILL get the same girl/girl sex inquires from the same pushy god damn couples. Jesus Christ.
You know, I just tried girl/girl sex for the first time and I LOVED it!
"REALLY??"
No!
Not really!
Stop emailing me!
It's a tragedy that it's against the law to ask these couples, "Sure. How much are you going to pay me?"
One couple wrote me every day, up to eight times a day, for almost six months!
I tried explaining to Evan, he needs to properly construe to these girls how these shows came to be, and what the girls primary roles in the shows were...
And...
To remind the girls, these were in fact, just shows.
But Evan didn't hear me. He didn't care. If you weren't interested in doing things Evan's way, he just ignored you.
Girls Evan met and told about us to, would then repeatedly ask me the ridiculous "why" question, to which my response was always the same, "Because they pay me to."
That's the only (honest) answer to that question.
"Why do you like working here?"
Because you pay me to.
That also made it on a post-it note.
"Because you pay me to."
So did...
"I'm a girl. I'm stupid. Talk to me like I'm five."
And...
"Have you seen my cock? You should. It's amazing."
Another solo (male) performer wrote on a post-it note, "Get laid. Get paid."
(We all know who wrote that last one, right?)
"Do you have a face pic?"
That one's my favorite!
Well...
DO YOU have a face pic? Why do we even have to ask you for one? Obviously we want to know what you look like.
So...
Do you have a face picture?
No reply.
Two days later, these guys would send me another email to meet us. A lot of guys wear masks when they perform.
Naturally I ask them...
Do you have a face picture?
No reply.
I've asked, "Do you have a face picture?" so many times, I could rest my throbbing skull on the table, and with just my index finger, type the words, "Do you have a face picture?" rhythmically one letter at a time without once looking up at the screen.
By the third time I have to ask for a face picture, my brain is about to explode, FUCK IT, done, done, fuck it, done! I don't care if it's only 10am. I'm done for the day. I'm going to Anaheim, pick up my god-daughter and take her to Medieval Times!
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