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Inspired by @RebeccaMadison_ to share my story: I slowly slipped into the sex industry in college. It wasn’t because I was desperate for money - I went to one of the most expensive colleges in the country and had a $100k+ loan I was not paying back anytime soon
Everyone worked in college anyway to “build character” or pay for textbook, and I was in food service for $7/h and hated it. I found ads for artistic nude modeling for $100/h. That was much better than $7! And I had artists in my family. They would approve, right?
I was already really comfortable with my body and regularly attended sex parties/orgies. Taking off my clothes was no big deal. Some offers were for a bit more money and involved more sexual photography. Sure, no big deal! Some of the photographers would treat me to dinner too
I was living like a queen and my friends were jealous. I told them they could do it too; but they were self-conscious or anxious. I wasn’t. It came naturally to me.
I REALLY wanted to do porn, but I was a level-headed woman and a good student, and I didn’t want to ruin my future career. I did try webcamming in the summers to cover my rent when I wasn’t staying in a dorm. I found it really draining.
Eventually I decided on a career in tech with a CS degree and was confident in my decision. A good friend of mine had just started major porn company. I performed in one of his first shoots before he got talent from the major agencies like Spiegler
I decided to move to SF for both the tech industry and the California porn industry. I networked and signed with a major agency in LA. I also worked at a start up
Due to anxiety and EFD (partly caused by anxiety) I quit tech and worked full time in porn which paid better anyway
Eventually I got fewer jobs and I was frustrated with the porn industry (I have a blog post on that.) I went through a rough period in LA were I literally had NO money to my name. I had to borrow $20 to buy an essential item at CVS
One of my acquaintances I was following on twitter posted a link to her Slixa ad. I clicked on it and did some research and saw what people were charging and how they were screening. That same night I posted an ad. The next day, I had all my rent money in hand. And more.
I also felt happy, fulfilled. I had made someone else happy. I had connected with someone. I made his night better. His week better. This fit my personality more than any other job. I would make it my career.
