I already said I wish I started writing this blog ages ago, so might as well go a bit further back. My cam girl origin story. How did I get into sex work in the first place.. Buckle up. Nah seriously.
I was a student in London at the time. Like probably half the people that get into sex work voluntarily, I first heard about it from a friend. The other half is probably made of internet searches by broke students. I say probably, because I can't back up them stats and don't intend to.
Someone told me about this site and I told someone else. I spoke to a few people about how easy being a cam girl seemed, but only one of my friends actually did it at the time. She was always coy about the details but I remember some guy bought her a truly massive butt plug as a gift (think that weird Christmas tree art instalment in Paris) and she put it on display in her flat – cos it would never fit up anyone's arse. Ever.
(Paul McCarthy, Tree. Paris, 2014. Google)
Unfortunately, she had a controlling psycho boyfriend at the time who exposed her 'as a whore' to her family. She eventually left London to get away from him. Writing now, I could write all about exposure and shit boyfriends. I'll save it for another post. Even though this happened like five years ago.. the memory of controlling psycho boyfriend still makes me mad BUT my friend is happy and getting on with her life now (so I see on facebook). We don't talk so much anymore and she'll never know how much of a pioneer she was in my sex work life. Nostalgia's the worst.
