May 282012
 
PSO FAQ

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...]

Jan 222012
 
Listings Rework

In my first year as a phone sex operator, I re-did my listings 18 times. Oh, sure, about half those versions were minor changes, but still, that’s an awful lot of tweaking. In months 12-18 (I totally missed my year-and-a-half-iversary), I’ve only redone my listings once so far, so it was time for me to muck around on them. The simplest change is that I added my new “Galiana Chance: heart of a girlfriend, imagination of a whore” banner to all my listings. The more complex change is that I have reversed my experiment with having multiple “characters” (Smart Fun Galiana, Hypno Galiana, and Ms Galiana – three separate NiteFlirt logins). I’m going back to just Smart Fun Galiana. My individual listings will be more [read more...]

Jul 232011
 
Five Blowjob Night

The other night, I had five calls, and I realized after the last one, they were all about blowjobs. Deeeeelicious. I just had to stop writing for a moment to go get a lollipop. I will clearly need something to suck on while writing this. Hooray for oral fixations! The first call was a nice, slow guided masturbation, but he was in the mood to tease me through my clothes, dammit. He was gently talking smut in my ear while telling me how to stroke myself, and I started begging for him to touch me, fuck me, shove his cock in my mouth, anything more than this tormented non-touch, please… He was standing over me, enticing me, and eventually gave in to my pleadings and [read more...]

Jul 062011
 

Dear Other PSOs, What do you say when someone in public innocuously asks what you do for a living? Like the bank guy seeing my direct deposit dribble in with small daily payments… I usually break eye contact immediately, do a dismissive wave of my hand, become as distant and stiff and formal as I can muster, and say “I do personal consulting”. Then I look back at them with one eyebrow slightly arched and no hint of a smile on my face. Nobody has ever asked for clarification. I understand fully: that response could just be drawing attention to myself. Thankfully, since I report all my revenue and gifts on my taxes, and I’m not breaking any laws, I have nothing to hide if [read more...]

Jan 122011
 

Need to spend hours every day between incoming phone sex calls in a constant state of mild arousal without you tipping you over the edge into actual distraction? I do! Here’s what I avoid: News Political conversations Facebook – on days when political issues are especially rampant or impassioned Thinking about non-phone-sex-related chores or finances – if it didn’t get done before I logged on, it didn’t need to get done today Comparing myself unfavorably to other sex workers who have been in the business for years, because I don’t have nearly as many things to sell, or my own domain, or my own store, or… or… or…  Watching porn videos, especially involving bisexual threesomes or anyone transgendered, because then I get nothing else done [read more...]

Jan 022011
 

I’ve been asked a few times phone sex callers if I can read minds. Not… exactly… but I do have a few tricks up my sleeve, most of which I only realize I’m doing in hindsight. I come from a family of social magicians: my father could make anyone feel fascinating, appreciated, and loved. My mom can put anyone at ease by telling a funny story that makes her audience feel she is one of them. My sister has an almost unnerving ability to dial her charm up or down at will. And me? In high school, I regularly amused myself by casually saying or doing naughty things around people who only knew the straight-A good girl side of me – I got energy from [read more...]

Dec 192010
 

The hardest thing for me emotionally as a phone sex worker is the lack of ability to get in touch as I wish. It happens to everyone who has a public side, not just phone sex workers. People leave messages for Dan Savage (sex advice columnist extraordinaire) without callback information, and he has to fill in the blanks without the ability to ask clarifying questions. People misunderstand or spread misinformation about public figures, and their best recourse is a press release, but there is rebound from self-serving publicity like that. For phone sex workers, if I want to communicate further after a call is done, I can send an email via the system, but many callers never check their system email, so there’s a high [read more...]

Dec 142010
 

Yesterday I talked a ton on the phones (yay me), so today I’m indulging in some pampering and a quick at-home photo shoot. I know, I know, I haven’t finished my pictures from September yet, but these are a few requests I’ve gotten that suddenly sound like fun to shoot today. I never considered myself a girly girl until this job. I mean, honestly, just look at that paragraph – I’m pampering myself and then taking pictures of me? For fun? Who is this person? Where’s the tomboy who spends her spare time covered with mud at the dog park, or building a workbench for the garage? Apparently, since my Inner Tomboy got so much attention for 39 years, the girlier parts of me have [read more...]

Dec 122010
 

I said I was going to do sleep-rates sometimes (where I raise my rate when I’m asleep but willing to be awakened), blogged about it, put it on my calendar, did it for three nights, and then… didn’t do it again. And I didn’t know why I didn’t want to keep doing it. Baffling. From that day two weeks ago when I had my first sleep-rate success until this weekend, I’ve been blessedly busy on the phones. Yay! Fun new callers, great conversation with regular callers, everything a Phone Whore Attention Slut could want (feel free to call me P.W.A.S.). Then suddenly, after changing nothing, the last twenty-four hours have been slow.  I’ve caught up on some chores, caught up with some friends, relaxed, and [read more...]

Nov 272010
 

Science must be done. I’m going to experiment with staying logged in when I’m asleep, at higher rates, but waking up to take calls if they come in. I have a few seconds of information from Madge (the NiteFlirt automated voice, named after the woman who did the computer’s voice in Star Trek, Gene Roddenberry’s wife, Majel Barrett) to shake off the sleepies and find my sexy. Probably my notes will suffer. Chances are excellent I won’t remember names, although I’ll be falling asleep repeating the mantra of “I remember names well, especially when I am tired.” I’ll have caffeine in the fuckatorium for immediate consumption. The good thing is that I usually wake up snuggly, which transitions nicely to sexy, so as long as [read more...]