There’s a bunch of reasons I decided to start this diary, which will probably all come up eventually. But mainly what I mean to do here is talk about my work as a fledgeling web-whore. Kind of the behind-the-scenes perspective, and with the sort of “deep & philosophical” commentary that just doesn’t happen when you’re writing text to accompany a naked picture of yourself for the purposes of making a few bucks.

Maybe that’s a good place to start. If I was just writing to accompany naked pics of myself, and NOT trying to make some money at it, I would probably write whatever the hell I want. But although I’m not making stuff up when I write something for my site, my writing is always influenced by the knowledge that it has to appeal to somebody or I won’t get paid. And if I don’t get paid then eventually I’ll have to find a no doubt ghastly job to pay the bills.

I really like what I’m doing now. In fact, I love it. I feel like it’s a calling, like I’ve been training for it all my life without even realizing it. I don’t want some other job; I want to be a web-whore.