Aside from a growing business in web design, for the past several years I have also owned and worked a small adult telephone entertainment service. Oh yes, I am a phone sex operator. I am not ashamed, and when people ask me I am usually completely honest about it. Depending on the situation, sometimes I just mention the web design and leave out the phone sex all together, but on the whole, I dont mind telling people what I do. It never fails though, when people find out what I do, they almost always ask me how my husband feels about it. My husband has never been bothered by it. I talk on the phone. The subject matter is really kind of irrelevant. Why are some people so bothered by this?
They don’t realize that the pleasure of enjoying the end product is far different from whatever pleasure there may be in creating it. I like eating pizza, but that doesn’t mean I would get the same amount of enjoyment out of making it, day after day after day after day.
I wouldn’t be upset if my girlfriend did it. I mean, I envision a phone sex operator sitting there watching CNN on mute going, “Oh yes baby! Harder, faster, Ohhh that’s it. Man your good!”
The whole thing just seems so ridiculous to me that I’d have a hard time getting upset over it. Your paying someone you don’t know, or are going to know, to talk dirty to you over the phone. How odd is that?
It’s so odd, to me, that I’d have a hard time thinking my gal was somehow cheating on me. If it was someone we mutually knew, on the other hand…
The thought of my fiance, who won’t say 5 words to me on the phone, being a phone sex operator is pretty funny. Other than that, if he actually was a phone sex operator, I don’t think I’d like it much, because I’m basically a big prude.
Actually, I never watch CNN while I am on the phone with a client, although I will admit to, on rare occasions, playing a computer game while talking. I have a friend who tells me I must be the greatest salesman on the face of the Earth, since I convince men to pay me so they can masturbate. I suppose there is something to be said for Capitalism.
I’ve actually experienced something similar to this situation, only the semi-SO (who is male) involved does what he does for free. Odd situation, but I was somewhat surprised to realize that it didn’t really bother me much.
Of course, the fact that that’s how I met him would make it kind of hypocritical to mind, now, wouldn’t it?
I probably could handle it, not only because, when it comes to an SO, beggars like me can’t be choosers.
If she were trustworthy and able to stay emotionally detached, why not?
I might have qualms if she wanted to continue to do so after marriage and motherhood. (Especially the latter.) I hope that doesn’t make me a sexist pig.