The Naked Truth About Cam Work

Before I started doing sex work, specifically cam work, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I imagined myself becoming nervous or getting cold feet, but I never imagined how much fun it would be and how I would take to it like a fish to water. I now have a few weeks of experience under my belt, and I have to say that I love it. One of the greatest things I am learning is that most of the guys know the rules. I get guys who want me to break them, and I now know that I have to follow some basic standards, but otherwise, it can be fun. I am relatively anonymous. What that means is that I cannot give out any of my personal information. This ensures my safety and the safety of the clients. I like this. I can choose whether to show my face or not, and I appreciate that flexibility. I have chosen to be as, “out” as possible, and the reason is that I like being able to move around and not worry too much about whether someone will see me. It is a bit of a risk, but I haven’t had any problems with it so far. That is not to say I won’t experience some later, but I don’t want to worry about that now.

Having conquered another fear in my life – that of being naked on camera in front of anonymous men, I now feel proud that I am truly experiencing what I did not realize I was looking for. I find that cam work is just another job and that the women and men who do it are just people like you and me. I am no better than any of the rest of the sex workers who go to their jobs every day. I am no longer a Social Worker or Rehabilitation Counselor who comes across to her clients as being above it all. I am in the trenches and have become another gal.

I did not like the feeling I had when I was working as a Social Worker that I was somehow above it. I often felt as if I had to put on an act and pretend that I had never experienced any of the problems they were experiencing. I guess I felt like I was being patronizing, because I had never truly, “been there.” Well, I am there, now, and I like being there. Being there, actually isn’t so bad. I don’t know if I am explaining this right, but I don’t like feeling as if there are these two worlds – the one where you recover from your addiction, straighten out your life, and then get some fucking medal or something and go on to be a pedantic, patronizing, stiff.

I feel confident that I am right. You don’t need to be, “saved” from your depraved, drug addled life of debauchery. You need only to embrace it and feel human, and whether that means getting sober and becoming some kind of guru or something, I prefer that we tolerate one another, instead. AA talks about a drug addict needing to come to his own independent awakening. I don’t need to go on a crusade to save the poor souls who are somehow beneath me, because I have worked all of my problems out. We all need to accept the alternative careers that we were not steered into, because we thought the straight and narrow path looked one way and not another. My journey, your journey, and everyone’s journey can be anything you want it to be, and it is not up to society, some social worker, or our government to decide what that is. It is up to you, and if you like sex work, then do it, and be the best sex worker you can be. Do not let anyone, a religion, or society’s “norms” dictate what you do. Be what you want, and don’t apologize for it.

Sex work needs to be better understood by all of us, and with the Sex Positive Movement afoot, I feel empowered by my desire to turn men on and get naked on cam. I do not feel ashamed of what I do. I feel very good about masturbation, sex in general, and continuing to stand naked in solidarity with working mothers, average joes, and the beautiful people who do this work. I like pornography and think it is a healthy alternative with or without your partner, and I am proud that I am truly enjoying taking my clothes off in front of some pretty great guys.