
Held the phone to his good ear.
I have written before about the way we sex workers are a great deal more than simply outlets for sexual desires, the way we must also be therapists and sin-eaters. …This was never more evident than when I was working as a phone sex operator. At least once every night someone would call hoping for psychological help of some sort.
Sometimes they just wanted advice on a small, actually sex-related issue (their spouse was cheating, what should they do?) but sometimes they wanted me to talk them out of suicide or explain to them that their life really was worthwhile and that they didn’t have to waste it if they didn’t want to. I’m not sure why these people didn’t find actual therapists. Obviously money wasn’t the issue: at $1.00 per minute they were paying as much, if not more, than most qualified professionals would charge. Yet they turned to me, a voice on a telephone, to give them the help they should probably have been getting from a real person.
It wasn’t just men who mistook my advertisement on Niteflirt for an advice service either, there were women too. During my time as a phone sex operator I had exactly one female caller who actually wanted phone sex, but the number of ladies who called to ask me for advice was astounding. While most of the questions were about what to do with the men in their lives, there were enough other questions (“I see you have a tattoo. I’m thinking of getting one, do they hurt really badly?”) that I wouldn’t have been too terribly surprised to field turkey-cooking questions in November.
At first, giving advice made me very uncomfortable. I wasn’t qualified to tell anyone how to deal with a cheating significant other! I couldn’t magically tap into the thoughts of all women and tell a man if a suit would be a good choice for a first date if I had no other information. I wasn’t even really qualified to tell anyone how best to get their significant other out of the rut of vanilla sex; though I’m sure I did a better job than Cosmo.














