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So, I bought a new digital camera this afternoon. It is great. After taking a bunch of random pictures I realized that I don't have Photoshop installed on my computer anymore. Damn. So, all I have to show for it is this picture of my lips.

In other news, I've figured out why I couldn't get up the nerve to be a phone sex operator. I think I enjoy it too much myself. Doing a sexual act that I genuinely adore for money seemed, well, like prostitution. And, the idea of doing it with people that I don't care for really turned my stomach. I imagined it to be a really traumatizing experience and might even turn me from enjoying it at all. I put this all together this evening in the aftermath of some lovely, mind-numbing, insanely erotic, very perfect phone sex that I had. It isn't a part of my sexuality that I am willing to sell out to the highest bidder any more than I would my actual body. Now, do not read this as a blanket condemnation of people that are professional phone operators. I do not think it equates directly with prostitution but I realized that in terms of my emotional reaction is basically comes down to that.

Did I mention? Stunningly good phone sex. Sigh. I'll post more about it once I come down from my cloud - perhaps I'll even be able to involve the other party in question.