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end of this career path Today I officially said goodbye to my job as a masseur. My hope is that a few guys here and there will hit me up for an session, but for the most part I am completely done. I simply must find stable employment. The job itself was quite enjoyable, and part of me wishes I could continue doing it, but another part is glad to be done. It’s honestly nice to get my sexuality back; I was saving myself for potential and now I can sew more wild oats if I so desire. The money was really good, but I could never gain consistency. A profitable week might be followed by two / 2 that were completely bereft of any activity whatsoever. And then there was the whole ability to host, which swung back and forth from yes to no like a pendulum. It allowed me to save up some money for a rainy day, which has in fact arrived, but it never would have sustained me if I’d tried to pay all the normal bills a person does just to survive. Now, if I’m lucky, being a masseur will be an occasional paying hobby. That means guys will have to contact me via my phone and not RentMasseur, and I won’t be attracting any new because I am no longer advertising there. So my chances of getting paid to put my hands on someone are slim to none, but I hold out a bit of hope. Whatever job I get to replace this one might be more stable, but I guarantee you it won’t pay as well, or be nearly as fun and rewarding. Connections were made, inhibitions lowered, and orgasmic good times had by nearly all. Working as a cashier, or operating a forklift, I’m not likely to experience anything close to it. That’s the sad reality of returning to a daily grind, but so much more is going to be lost. In the end, it doesn’t matter, because surviving is the only option I have left to choose.  |
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