Did I happen to mention that I was a presenter at Beat Me in St Louis in March? The class was “Phone Sex and Distance BDSM”. The way I got the gig was to write the organizers and say approximately “I’m willing to present free if you need an awkward slot filled.” Saturday morning 9 am after a late dungeon party? You betcha! So I put together a list of classes I’m willing to teach. I’m sure I’ll be updating it, but I wanted to remember how it started. * Distance BDSM and Phone Sex * Kinky Ice Breaker Game: “Choose An Offer” * Hosting Play Parties * Basic BDSM Safety & Negotiations 1. Distance BDSM and Phone Sex – sharing my experiences, ideas, mistakes, [read more...]
Here’s another one I wrote for some friends on Fet —– I have a good friend turning 30 soon, a good friend turning 30 soon-ish, and a good friend turning 50 soon. Got me to thinking. When I was in college, I was in therapy for family reasons, a theater major “because I learn more about what it is to be a human through stories than I do psychology or hard sciences” (that was my standard answer, and yes, I know it was pretentious), and heavily involved in a close-knit religious community which encouraged emotional honesty. So I basically thought about myself and my emotions ALL THE TIME. It sounds exhausting now, but obviously, it was what I needed then. Don’t judge. My religious wrestlings, [read more...]

I am discontinuing my Facebook profile, because when I was helping my aunt set up Facebook, she imported her address book, which contained ONLY my legal-name email address, and Galiana Chance was one of her suggested friends! Let me be clear what happened: Facebook somehow connected my personal, non-Galiana email address, which my aunt had, to a Facebook account which never contained that email address. I triple-checked the csv file we used to import her contacts into Facebook, and NOTHING galiana was in it. Nothing. I have no clue whatsoever how Facebook knew that the two of us are connected, but it freaked me the fuck out. So Galiana’s FB profile has been discontinued. Permanently. I was only using it to announce blog posts to [read more...]

(Warning: this blog post contains irrational capitalization and emphasis, because apparently that’s What Needs to Happen Today as if my thoughts are the titles of published articles, or as if I were writing in the 19th century. I assume the urge for caps case will fade, but apparently I couldn’t write today without it.) I’ve been traveling for two weeks (decadent of me… the last hurrah from my windfalls from March), visiting family in Houston (which was comforting and nourishing as always), and seeing a friend in a show in Chicago (I am ashamed that I only seem to support the arts when I know participants, but I guess it’s better than never supporting the arts). It was an absurd amount of travel for someone [read more...]

I’ve been asked a lot of questions about being a Phone Sex Operator, so I thought I’d pull together a Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ). Enjoy! What does PSO stand for? Phone Sex Operator, which I’ve been since July 2010. Why did you become a Phone Sex Operator? I was a theater major (1988-1992), who became a self-taught learn-on-the-job programmer/data analyst/tech consultant/business analyst/IT manager (1995-2009), then I came down with a mysterious neurological vertigo that makes me feel drunk all the time and prevents me from managing geeks (2009-present). When I found a medicine that balanced my brain chemistry enough to allow me to talk on the phone, answer emails, and write blog entries now and then, I realized I had the skills to try being [read more...]
“How can you know what you want ’til you get what you want and you see if you like it?” Cinderella, Into the Woods “Human beings are not naturally wired to handle celebrity well – why would we evolve to deal with a million people caring about every detail of our lives when only so few of us have that problem?” – me, random musings “For the first time in my life, I can pay unexpected bills when they come in and not have to sacrifice paying something else. It’s as if Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs were magic: now I have the creative energy to write the stories that have been banging around in my head for a decade” -my ex-roommate, who recently finished the [read more...]

All I want for Christmas are my friend’s never-been-worn Fluevog “The Business” boots: The caption says, “Let’s face it, it’s business time – and these new Body Parts take care of business like nothing else. With these luxurious beauties wrapping you in soft patent faux-reptile leathers lined in gold and laying you on a surprisingly comfortable 4″ golden heel, attracting new business will be the least of your concerns.” The videos I could make in these boots. The cam work. Not to mention, the complete and total FUN of going to play parties in them! My friend knows what I do for a living, and she has realized she’ll never wear the boots, but she can’t afford to give them to me for free. These [read more...]

Summary (extra-short): My stuff has arrived in my home, so I’m all stuffed up. Summary (medium-short): After 10 days of hearing nothing from our movers, we got a call Saturday saying they would hold our stuff hostage unless we paid them $800 more than the estimate. Sunday, after they arrived at 6:30 pm, we refused to pay it, called cops, had a 3-hour stand-off in our front yard, took video, measured the truck, I cried, and they eventually agreed to the $1600 originally estimated plus the $200 tip I had always intended to give them. Monday, they arrived at 11:30, took our money, then informed us they were in too big of a hurry to reassemble our furniture or put any furniture or boxes where [read more...]

Callers have told me that I have helped them, most often by helping them fall asleep after they climax. As someone who is genuinely, deeply concerned about sleep-deprivation for many of my friends and loved ones, I value “phone sex as a sleep aid” more than most people probably do, and I’m happy to help in that way. But back in late 2010 / early 2011, I was active on reddit for a while. I had to quit; it ended up being too dizzying to keep up with the amount of scrolling required. But I enjoyed reading people’s questions, and offering pithy and/or amusing answers, imagining that one day I could develop a following and become the phone-sex-girl equivalent of Dan Savage (gay male sex [read more...]

I like to think that I have a blog that’s interesting to read, and I would love to make it easier for people to find it. I don’t even make it to the Google search for “phone sex blog” on any page. Sad. So I’m thinking of re-doing my tag line, from “Chance It: The Blogged Life of Galiana Chance, phone sex operator with a fetish for variety” to “Chance It: The Most _________ Phone Sex Blog in the World” But… what to put in that superlative spot? Obviously, any qualitative claim I could put in that blank would be ridiculous, narcissistic, over-the-top, and impossible to quantify. Perfect. The most honest? The most real? The realest (is that word)? The most varied? Or should I [read more...]