How I Got Into Online Porn
  Written By Titmowse

Face it. We have cool jobs. There's a hefty faction of modern society that will say otherwise, but you and I know better. I always thought I operated outside of the norm when it came to employment. I worked in professions that allowed me to pay my rent while I pursued my dreams. I chose a field that was basically commitment free. I was a waitress.

I could work for a while and quit when I needed to concentrate on my real vocation, acting. That's right kids, I wanted to be a star. I was good at it. I could also sing and dance plus I had a natural ability when it came to technical aspects of the theater. I decided I would find some way to get the dream makers to notice my specialness and once they did, I could get good parts in movies and plays.

Don't think me a fool. I went to auditions and pursued agents and took any odd entertainment-related job I could get. The problem was I wasn't willing to starve between acting gigs like my other thespian buds were. I took my time with the acting thing. I became a cocktail waitress, which got me into the nightclub scene, which allowed me access to more entertainment types. I was in bands. I modeled in fashion shows. I made jewelry and did performance art and I gave several readings of poetry and plays I had written. I pretty much did it all and was beginning to make a real living at whatever the hell I was doing. Then I got pregnant and I chose to go it alone. I had my daughter three months premature and lived in unspeakable limbo for three months before she was well enough to leave the hospital. After about a year, I was overwhelmed, so the nightlife/waitress thing had to go.

I moved back home and in with my parents, went to beauty school and raised my daughter. I graduated and was licensed and moved out with the kid. I did okay as a cosmetologist. I was good at it and I had lots of personality. I even trained and certified as a platform stylist, which I excelled at because of my sparkling personality. I depended far too much on the generosity of my folks who bailed me out of quite a few financial scrapes while I pretended to be a grown up. I would occasionally write a play or begin that great novel. I loved being mother to my daughter and my life - all in all - was pretty satisfactory. Then things kind of turned to crap.

First my Dad died. Then an ex boyfriend whom I had recently broken up with was diagnosed with and died from AIDS. He apparently had had a secret lifestyle while I was with him and fortunately condoms saved my life. Nevertheless, that whole male loss thing with he and my Dad changed my mind about my own little girl's father. After the first seven years of her life, I went and found him. I wanted to just give my daughter a chance to know her Dad but he had to go and be a jerk and pretend he never heard of me, so I and the Texas Attorney General sued him for child support.

The case took a year and a half to come to fruition and it was not a pleasant year. My daughter was eight years old before she saw him for the first time. What threw me was how great he was once he actually did meet her. He instantly turned into the father I hoped he'd be. He and I rekindled our relationship and he flew in to stay with us a month after he had met her. The day I took him to the airport to go back home, my Mother had a stroke. She was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. During the three months before her death my life was this weird mix of reunited romance with him and helping my sister care for Mom. He'd call and fly down and our child was showered with presents and love from him I had never imagined. He brought us a computer because I had mentioned how much I would love to have one. He was kind and understanding and we talked of our future together. Then Mom died and I guess I just needed him too much. He slept with the girl he apparently left me for and she got pregnant. The day he called me long distance to tell me he was getting married and was going to be a brand new father I had a nervous break down.

After the initial stay at the hotel bonkers I did the best I could to maintain what was important in my life. The two things that kept me going were my child and that damned computer her Dad had given her. Nothing else interested me. I wanted to make a good life for us and I somehow knew that plastic box with the glass window was the way I would do it. I eventually quit my hairdressing job and went on public assistance while I sat for hours in front of a monitor learning everything I could about the Internet. I tried for a while to go the non-adult route and started a web page making company. I picked up a few customers but not enough to make a living. Then I turned to online porn. I took a part-time grunt job as a cashier at a University lunchroom so we had money while I had time to figure out the business. I visited adult webmaster message boards. I signed up for sponsors and free hosts. I got to know my fellow players and made business associations. I snapped pictures of my nude self and used it as content to sell other people's wares. I ultimately applied my writing skills to porn and began to write erotica, which got me in the door with real players. Then I wrote an article about the importance of text to the adult Internet, sent it to Cozy Frog. C-Pimp loved it, hired me to write for him and the rest is history.

Now my life is good. I write from my home. I make more money than I ever did as an actor/hairdresser/singer/deejay/veejay/jewelry designer/performance artist/playwright/poet/waitress/star wanna be. I am there for my daughter. She has a great relationship with her Dad, his wife and her little sister. I am at peace and it's all because of porn.

Yep. We have pretty cools jobs!