I have a blog, apparently...?

This month has been quite eventful:

I wrote and performed a myriad of exciting audio orders. 

I started taking calls on my own line.

I gave my notice at the 9-5, which I've been trying / hoping to do for the past year.

And I remembered I have a blog now. 

The first rule of keeping a blog is that you're supposed to, you know, keep it. Write in it consistently and such. This is one of the many reasons I'm looking forward to the New Year. A blog will keep me honest. Or, at least, enticingly dishonest. 

This holiday season kept me exceptionally busy. between filling orders, traveling, visiting family, and general shenanigans. On this New Year's Eve Eve, I want you all to know how grateful I am for your support. I'm venturing off into the woods here. It makes all the difference knowing there are people listening out in the darkness. 

You're going to hear from me a lot more. Dare I say....regularly.

You've been warned. 

Happy New Year. 

Nine Things I'll Be Thankful For This Thanksgiving

1. The new vibrator I just bought, which will soon arrive at my home.

2. Hot tea with honey and a little bourbon.  

3. The fact that I didn’t lose my voice in some Faustian bargain the day this line opened.

4. Any and all public libraries.

5. My voice recorder, which is truly the unsung hero of this enterprise.

6. Multiple orgasms.

7. The continued existence of House Stark.

8. That despite being probably the least sexy holiday in existence, Thanksgiving still gave me something to write about.

9. You! I’ve only been open two weeks, but it’s already a delight thanks to you fine folks. I love getting to know you and your fantasies, and I can tell it’s just going to get better from here. I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating: can’t spell fantasies without fans.

"Yes...and?"

When people ask me which skill is most invaluable to the fine art of phone fucking, I’m quick to tell them: improv.

I am a trained improviser, which is code for someone who moves to a new city and drops more than a grand on improv classes. These classes are where I learned how to be a PSO.

The first rule of improv is, “Yes and.”

In other words, when your partner starts a scene with: “Wow, I didn’t expect Mars to be this chilly,” you don’t say, “What are you talking about? We’re in Kansas.” You say, “We have to fix the spaceship before we freeze to death.”

Now you’re not only on the same page, you’re committed to building a world together.

Some clients call a PSO knowing exactly what they want to talk about. They have a fantasy in their head. My job is to respect that fantasy by listening closely and building on it in a way that makes sense, while also being fun.

Listening is essential to improv. You can’t “yes and” if you’re not paying attention.

Improv helps you to be fast on your feet, another essential trick of my trade. And not just fast, but efficient and truthful. Some clients call a PSO with no clue what they want to talk about (besides the obvious). It's my job to help them create something on the spot. Something good. 

In one of my favorite improv games, we had to monologue about something made up. We had to construct a fantastical scenario with detail.

These monologues were never about sex acts, but the same habits carry over.

Details are the bread and butter of phone sex. The more details I provide, the better time everyone has.

Another upside of this, is I know how to make you laugh, too. If you’re into that sort of thing…(it’s awesome).