Many, in fact, are successful professionals in their field – whether it be law, the arts or academia.“I came for the tits, but stayed for the intellectual banter,” remarked one visitor.She added that in spite of my attempts to I now think, staring at the unlikely reflection of a smoky-eyed 25-year-old woman in my lipstick-strewn bathroom.
In addition to more classic webcam performances – wet T-shirts, oil slathering or run-of-the-mill masturbation – some of my most popular performances entail me reading erotica, perhaps Anais Nin or the Marquis de Sade, in the buff.
Oftentimes, the books are gifts from fans, who will probe me for literary analysis, if I don’t probe myself with something else first.
Much like waitressing or washing floors, professional masturbation was simply incommensurate with my educational background and perceived level of dignity.
While others were free to parade around naked on the Internet, and even had my respect for it, I was intended for some higher, nobler cause – something that would make people gasp in a good way, and not out of horror.
“I’m not going to judge,” she assured me upon learning of my new activities, “But ? ” While it is true that my mother used to have to physically pry the threadbare notebooks and Vivaldi CDs out of my hands to get me to “go play” with the neighborhood kids, money changes everything.