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do I miss it? My days as a gay masseur are officially over, with only a few random men sending me text messages here and there to potentially book a session at a later date. I am “retired” - or at least that’s what I tell people. I’ll still do it as a paying hobby though, and so far only one person has contacted me about that. I’m sure there will be others. I was asked if I missed doing gay massage, and the truth is that there are some aspects I definitely pine for a bit. I miss the intimacy and excitement, but not the drama, and I certainly long for the hourly pay while feeling genuine relief because I’m no longer dealing with the fakes, flakes, liars and so on. It was a good job, that could be very gratifying, but also tedious and annoying. That sounds like most jobs, doesn’t it? If I wanted to put myself out there and give free massages so I could experience the intimacy again I could, but I don’t miss it that much. When I’m not making a dime on my interactions with men I tend to be completely selfish, and often want to get right to the point. Massage was about helping feel comfortable and getting them to lower their inhibitions, but I don’t need to do that when there are tons of eager sluts ready and willing to do what I want, without the need for me to do much more than command it. I don’t have to work for blowjobs, hand jobs, or anything like that. It really boils down to a couple of things; the pay, and the effect I had on my . I miss the money, and I miss helping men relax, open up and explore their desires. Some were genuinely fun, and I’d love to see them again, but I’m not rushing to do so for free. In the end, being a masseur was like doing any other job, and I no more miss it than I miss my time working at pizza shops or gas stations when I was young. If given the opportunity, I would do it again, but mainly for the money, the freedom to chose when I work, and with whom. It wasn’t a bad gig, but it was work, especially for my libido. So do I miss it? Not really…  |
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