Slutever by Karley Sciortino

Author:Karley Sciortino
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2018-01-30T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 4

AMORAL TALE

Good Girl, Bad Influence (and Vice Versa)

It all started so innocently…

I awoke one hungover morning, reluctantly opened my eyes, and dragged my overheated laptop back to its home on my chest. Like I do every morning. It was a strange period: Max and I had just broken up. I’d just quit working with Daisy after nearly getting myself killed, and that was a huge cut to my income. Essentially, I was jobless, single, and broke, and dangerously close to my twenty-seventh birthday, which was one that felt significant to me. Twenty-seven, I told myself, was truly adult. It’s the age at which you can no longer use inexperience and youthful stupidity as excuses for being bad at life. It was the age at which my mother gave birth to me, for Christ’s sake. And what did I have to show for myself, other than a box full of jizz-soaked dog collars and a moderately impressive but not yet monetized online following of aspiring sluts?

That morning, like every morning, I opened my Slutever email account to see what epistolary gems I’d received during the night. Generally, this address is made use of exclusively by trolls, who send me emails with such poetic subject lines as “Why u b such a whore?” and “Yet another uninspiring female who ‘writes’ (with her tits).” And then occasionally I’ll get an email from a confused nineteen-year-old girl that almost always includes one of the following two questions: “I can’t come during sex—is my vagina broken?!” or “Does shaving my pussy make me a bad feminist?” (Answers: “Probably not” and “I hope not.”) But this day was different. There, in my inbox, was an email with the intriguing subject line “help a hooker out.” It read as follows:

So, straight to the point. I’m a call girl. Not full time, full time. But it’s my livelihood, and I do it because I like it. It’s an adrenaline rush, an ego rub-down, and a lot more interesting than data entry. But at the same time, it’s kind of ostracizing. My parents know, and are more or less cool with it (I pay their rent too), but it’s made any hope of a relationship kind of sticky. I meet cool guys, but never know when to drop the bomb on them. Is it weird if I’m in the bar and he goes “So what do you do?” and I’m like “Fuck strangers and sell my tampons, mostly”? Do I go all vague and mysterious, and tell him once I really like him? Do I tell him before I sleep with him? What’s the ideal protocol? I’m too lazy to do the whole double-life thing, and I kind of miss falling asleep next to someone I like.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.