I love doing this, but sometimes it can be vicious depressing. You try one thing - no sales, you try another thing - no sales, on and on and on, and the whole time you’re pumping money into it for marketing or equipment, trying to constantly improve your product. And then the customers often act like you ought to be rolling in it, so why do you need their $10 (or whatever) so bad?* It’s tax time now so I’m about to find out exactly how much money I’ve lost over the past year, which naturally leads to thoughts of how much my family could have used that money for other things. (To fill you in, my family of four is living on one slightly-above-poverty-level wage.) For anybody considering going into the porn business, consider me a lesson - this is not a no money down, get rich quick scheme! There have been many times when I wonder what the hell I’m doing, plugging away at this. But then I think about what else might I do, and I realize that I can’t even imagine a job I’m better fitted for, one that more completely suits my skills, talents, interests and personality. This would be my absolute dream job, if only I was making money at it.

*Like the shoe-fetish wanker I had earlier this week, who assured me I must be able to find something more his style in my closet. Um, excuse me, (I was thinking) who do you think is buying me shoes? Cause you sure aren’t!