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Fighting Homophobia One Texan at a Time

A man from Texas called me today. He told me he wanted to experience the darker side of sex, “things I would never get to do in my normal life.” He told me that he was a ‘good guy’ that he had a wife and children. But that he knew there were lots of things out there that he would never get to do and that’s what he wanted to talk about. He sounded like how I think most Canadians would imagine a Texan.

I made him play out a scene were I watched him fuck and get fucked by another man and tell me how much he loved getting it up the ass from a man. I could hear him starting to get more comfortable, moaning, getting closer, “Tell me how much you love fucking this man.”

“I’ll love it if you tell me to love it,” then he came.

I think I gave him something to think about.

I feel as though this was, in a small way, me playing a part in fighting homophobia in Texas.

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    Sarah

    Thanks for blogging. I found this on stumble and have been stuck hear reading all about your work for like an hour now. I hope you keep it up. It’s pretty interesting. I have to admit, I have thought about doing phone sex…. but after reading about some of the things you talk about, I don’t know if I could.

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    Stumble is pretty fun! I wast too much time on there. Yeah, I’m not sure if I am totally made for it either. It has gotten better though. Mostly now I view the things I get to hear as a gift. Feels like a fortunate position to get to be in, to hear the things people wont say to anyone else a lot of the time.

    Thanks for the comment!

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The fictional play is based on a blog I wrote while working as a phone sex operator and I did that job over 15 years ago.

The blog you’re looking now.

Even then friends thought phone sex was kind of light and fluffy – how can there be any money in that? It already seemed old fashioned. A friend told me, he assumed I must have been lying and just didn’t want to admit that I was camming. I think that says more about what he was googling than where the money is in online sex work. 

I wasn’t lying and it wasn’t light and fluffy. You might assume now – 15 years later – phone sex… NOW it must be old fashioned. It must be a thing of the past like your  landline – the things that people wanted to talk about then they still want to talk about now. They are the things that often (hopefully) the closest you get to them are only in your mind. 

The blog was bad. It is bad… I’m cringing while rereading it now.

It was anonymous. My daily views were like zero to two. I sent it to a couple of friends who just expressed their concern for me and how they read some of it, but they weren’t able to keep reading it. 

One day, my phone was going a little berserk, and I was getting notification after notification. I freaked out. I went online and I saw that a more popular blog had found mine and reblogged it and in less than 24 hours it had been viewed like over 10K times. I logged on and I made it private so that no one could look at it. I know 10K doesn’t seem viral by today’s standards… I mean, I posted my mom on Tiktok and she got over 8 million – but it was different then and at the time, 10K in a day was way too much. Why put something online, if all you do once people look at it is hide it? I wrote quickly and badly. And I was writing honestly… and honestly… I…