Some days I love my job.
I just got the most fun, interesting email from a client about a roleplay he wants to discuss. The best kind, with a plot, and motives, and props…
And once again it hits me. I get PAID to ROLEPLAY. I want to go back in time and tell 16 year old me, fresh off giving my friend a lapdance after my first D&D game, the good news:
There is a job for people like you, and there is no 401(k), there is no health insurance, but trust me - the benefits are many.
For every day I have to figure out how to cover up santorum, I have a day or three like this. For every belligerently drunk phone sex caller, I have a charmer or five who shares mutual kinky interests. And for every person outside this work who’s ever treated me with fear, insecurity, or enforced shame, I have my clients, and colleagues, and allies who remind me every day why I come to do this work.
And I do.
And they do.
Sometimes we even come together.