Yes, phone sex still exists and people like me still make a living as Phone Sex Operators. I have been doing so for nearly a year and making a living at it while writing about my experiences. That is what this blog is about; the mechanics of my job and my observations on human nature because of it. Some of what I write is angry ranting, other times it is simple explanation, often it will be humorous.
Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth’s many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing *Gratia Dei sum quod sum.* – Johm Updike
*Thanks be to God that I am what I am*
One cannot do what I do for a living without a profound sense of the absurd.
The thing is, someday the sun is going to die and everything on Earth will freeze. This will happen. Even if we end global warming and clean up our radiation. The complete works of William Shakespeare, Monet’s lilies, all of Hemingway, all of Milton, all of Keats, our music libraries, our library libraries, our galleries, our poetry, our letters, our names etched in desks. I used to think printing things made them permanent, but that seems so silly now. Everything will be destroyed no matter how hard we work to create it. The idea terrifies me. I want tiny permanents. I want gigantic permanents! I want what I think and who I am captured in an anthology of indulgence I can comfortingly tuck into a shelf in some labyrinthine library.-Marina Keegan
Right now, I choose this to be my permanent. I hope you enjoy yourself while you are here.