Having read the story, this is just the newest iteration of the 90s 800 sex line jobs. We invent some new kind of communication and it immediately is used to seperates horny people from their money.
Sex work can be manipulative and dehumanizing; who knew?
True to the OnlyFans stereotype, most of the chats were overtly sexual. I had to wade into several prosaic fantasies about babysitters and office blowjobs, some of which included laughably florid professions of love for me. I couldn’t help but ponder how disappointed these men would be if they could somehow see me sitting in my home office, sipping hibiscus tea as I typed out commands for them to manipulate their genitalia or deposit their semen on certain parts of my body. The most surreal moment came as I noticed the faint sounds of my daughter and her puppy watching Bluey together down the hall, right as a subscriber was waxing poetic about how much he wanted to eat a macaron from between my ass cheeks; the juxtaposition made me question the entire course of my life.
That’s what you get for liking hibiscus.
That’s like climbing down into the sewer and complaining there’s shit.
Paywalled
I was paywalled, it wasn’t pretty
Thanks buddy.
Not for me.
That was a damn good read. Fascinating.
404 makes sad.
Well this was a read of it’s kind
It was certainly an article of it’s sort
