Well, I’m kind of glad this happened, since I was wondering what I was going to blog about next.
I placed a personal ad in kijiji not long ago, trying to recruit some new fuckbuddies locally to help me fill that void, as it were. I got a fairly intelligent response from a young’ un that peaked my interest, so I replied to him. We exchanged a couple of e-mails back and forth and traded pics– he was interested and wanted to meet me for a cup of coffee to see if we clicked.
Initially, I was disclosing to respondents what it was I do for a living but also stressing that the reasons behind the ad are purely personal– which they are– and have nothing to do with my business. Granted, if that person is interested in being a Stunt Cock and shooting pics and vids with me, well that’s an added bonus. However, that is not my agenda, and is something I’d planned to discuss much later into the ‘relationship’.
I found that disclosing my occupation really scared these guys off. They all figured that I am trying to scam them, get them to sign up for a dating site, sign up for my website, sell them something, or am really a hooker and trying to drum up business.
So I stopped mentioning it. Most of the time I remembered to delete the signature lines of my e-mails, which contained the links to my websites… but this one time, this evening, I forgot to do that and sent this young’un an e-mail with all the juicy details attached. I realized that I’d left the links on about a nanosecond after I’d hit the send button– and it was too late of course.
I sent a follow-up e-mail immediately that went something along the lines of “SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Dude, I’m so sorry, I forgot to delete my signature. I’d been deleting them because I didn’t want you to think I was trying to scam you or sell you something, and believe me when I tell you that my reasons for doing this are strictly personal and have nothing to do with my business.”
About an hour later I received a reply (and this is cut and pasted directly from his e-mail):”Umm k so I kinda maybe changed my mind a little bit, not sure I can go meet someone like this yet, sorry.”
WTF? Uhh, excuse me?!!!! “Like this”? Just who the fuck does he think he is, and exactly WHAT does he figure a person “like this” is all about? My take on this response is that this punk figures I’m some sort of whore, maybe a total slut, and isn’t somebody worth knowing — and all based on his perception of what a pornstar is.
He hasn’t got a fucking clue who I am, what I’m about, what makes me tick, and what my morality may or may not be. If he’d bothered to check out any of my sites, he would see that I’m mostly a “solo girl” and there is very little content that features me with another person. If he’d bothered to ask me if I’m a whore, I could deal with that, and I’d have answered him– and still respected him.
It really, really pisses me off when people make assumptions about me, my motivations, my agenda, and what kind of person I am — without bothering to ask me, doing some research, get their facts straight– they just make those assumptions based on their own version of morality or truth. What pisses me off is that 95% of the time, they assume the worst about me– and the things they assume are always far, far, far from the truth.
Just because I’m a “pornstar”, that does not mean I’m a prostitute/escort/hooker/whore. It doesn’t mean I’m a bad person. It doesn’t mean that I’m a health risk. And it sure as hell doesn’t mean that anybody else is better than I am.
I’m still somebody’s Mom, somebody’s daughter, somebody’s sister, somebody’s wife, and somebody’s friend. I’m still a decent human being with a lot to offer. I don’t steal, I don’t lie, I don’t drink or do drugs, I don’t commit acts of violence or physically hurt anybody. I’m not malicious, catty, jealous, materialistic, racist, hypocritical, closed-minded, small-hearted, or judgemental.. and I am far, far, far from being promiscuous– in spite of my occupation.
I really hate it when people assume things about what kind of a person I am, just because of what I do. That is so, so, so wrong.