Sometimes, in describing to someone what I do, I find myself compelled to sweeten things a bit. It doesn’t seem to matter whether I care what this person thinks, whether or not I like them, or whether I think they’re judging me on how carefully reasoned my responses are. It’s something more innate to the nature of what I do and more specifically to the prevention of negative reaction from any potentially interested parties. In essence, it’s something I find I just have to do.
I don’t ever mean to present my career as a nonstop glamourama of money and cocks and presents and travel. It isn’t. There are parts of it that are very financially (and otherwise) rewarding, and parts of it that are tedious and awful. But for some reason, whenever I talk about it–the way someone who works at a bank or does data entry might talk about their job – bemoaning a terrible boss or a situation with a coworker–I feel nearly ashamed to address any of the negative parts and simply gloss over them with a laugh and a hair toss.
“Oh no! I can always get it up! That’s never a problem!”
“No! But I can totally see why you’d think a drunk man throwing up on my shoe in his hotel lobby might ‘kill the mood!’”
“Haha! No! It’s no trouble at all! I love keeping my gentials precision groomed at all times ‘just in case!’”
I haven’t worked out exactly why this is, but my suspicion is that I’m ever in fear of the “Well – maybe you shouldn’t be a PROSTITUTE then, hmm?” reaction. Needless to say, I’ve gotten that before.