I step out of the shower, do my hair, and put on a full face of makeup, make my bed, and set up the lighting in my room so that I can snap a few sexy selfies for my fans. With my kids now at home round the clock, I don’t have the privacy or the time to create an entire video, but I think I can at least give them a thirst trap to keep my subscription site alive.
Right before stepping in front of the camera, I pop downstairs to check on the kids. My toddler is in the living room looking very shiny (and proud of himself!) and when I look closer I discover that he is covered in butter, as is my entire dining room. It seems that one of my teenagers made pancakes and left an open tub of butter on the dining room table, and neither of the older kids noticed what their brother was doing. I am no longer in the mood to shoot sexy selfies.
I wake up and make a cup of coffee and open my computer. I go to Twitter first, scroll my feed. As a writer and a sex worker, my Twitter feed is typically filled with my sex worker friends and colleagues’ promos, discussion about legislation that impacts sex workers, articles about sexual politics, etc.
Not today; today my feed is unrecognizable. Doctors talking about being forced to make decisions about what patients to treat. Nurses talking about working with very sick patients without adequate protection for their own health. Friends fearing they won’t make rent because they are no longer able to see clients and are ineligible for unemployment. Peers detailing their illness, and in the worst cases, deaths of those close to them.
And then my sexting platforms start pinging. Some of the messages are from regulars who are simply checking in. But then I get a message from someone I have never spoken to before, “I’m horny Mistress, I have my cock out.” A sense of dread washes over me as I think to myself, Who can be horny at a time like this?
But then I remember we are still alive, and this is my job. I pull it together, and ask him what he’s thinking about.
On Instagram I get a message from a woman I haven’t talked to in years. In a past life, before I was a sex worker and when my older kids were still little, we would spend afternoons together passing the time while our kids played. I like her, but long ago we lost touch.
Out of the blue she tells me that she wants to catch up, and leaves at the bottom of the message, as if it’s an afterthought, “By the way, I’d love to talk to you about how to get into online sex work, now seems like a good time.”
This would be less annoying if her note wasn’t one of the dozen messages I receive from strangers. With everyone at home and so many out of work, my job—that same job that used to make people gossip and then distance themselves from me—suddenly seems desirable.
I debate whether or not I should take the time to tell them that selling nudes, porn, and virtual dates is not as easy as it sounds; that just because I do my job from home, and they are now at home, doesn’t mean that they can be successful. The market is saturated by sex workers who now have to move all of their business online while social distancing. Clients are out of work too, and many of them have stopped buying our services. It takes years of building a social media following and a fan base before this job is even viable.
But I don’t have the time to do this. I have kids bouncing off the wall, and I have to spend any time that I do have to myself hustling and trying to keep my business alive so I can survive this pandemic.
I am bored. I haven’t left the house to do anything but grocery shop in two weeks. Moving from the couch to the kitchen to my bedroom on repeat forever has me feeling unsexy and uninspired. I know that some of my work is lagging, particularly in terms of content creation. But I just don’t have any privacy, and it feels nearly impossible to get in the headspace needed to perform sexually for an audience.
I text one of my regular phone sex clients, just to see how he’s doing. I know he lives alone and is working from home, so I imagine he hasn’t interacted meaningfully with anyone in some time. After about an hour of texting back and forth, having a conversation that ranges from how we are managing our COVID-19 anxiety to light sexy banter, he asks if my phone lines are on and if he can call; he needs to hear my voice. They aren’t on because I have been struggling to work, but I turn them on for him. I realize I want to hear his voice too.
He calls, and when I pick up the phone, he tells me he wants to feel my skin, to kiss me from head to toe, to taste me. I close and lock my bedroom door, and then slide my panties down as I slip into bed. We move easily into a fantasy world, one where a global pandemic doesn’t exist. We pleasure each other aurally until we are both panting in exhaustion. My head is clear, and I am satisfied. When we catch our breath, we start laughing. He jokes, “That was amazing; we should do this the next time we are quarantined.”
WHAT READERS ARE SAYING ABOUT THIS ARTICLE
This was honestly so insightful. I’ve read a few articles on how the sex work industry has been impacted but this format, in the form of storytelling, is so much more powerful. Thank you for sharing a day in the life with us. <3
This was a really great read…..saw your feature on Vice, and I as well had been someone wanting to context you by DM, to ask for advice and direction; before the covid pandemic, because I found you incredibly relatable especially after some health issues have left me with cognitive fog. Trying to get back into the industry is hard to navigate or trust anyone when you have all your brains working, it’s a tougher go when you’re still recovering cognitively. It was right on target for the times for you to graciously and quite eloquently write about you’re feelings regarding the influx of inquiries/asks of help etc.
I actually was Lols for real that you wrote about it very specifically as I can also relate to being constantly asked for help and advice entering the adult industry from years ago myself. Maybe it could be useful to some of us in positions such as myself if you could provide reliable links on how to get started from home, or get some YouTube clout for putting up a how to short? I clearly hear where your coming from concerning the business shift, and you’re own personal perspective on affecting your own business…..however I do feel in my heart of hearts that now is the time more then ever that people will be seeking much more content for comfort in these uncertain time’s.
I very much enjoyed the vice piece on you and your partner and what great love, honesty, real ness and acceptance you bring to the industry. It was as needed Years ago!!! Keep on doing you girl!
I agree with the previous client. Reading your story is much more entertaining. Thanks for your rawness and insight.
Loved it. Best part was that you wanted to do phone sex. He’s a lucky guy. I’m so far away in India. How much does it cost to hear you on the phone cumming ?
This was an excellent read.