Advice for Would Be Call Girls

Like many readers on amazon who comment on The Average American Male: A Novel, I wanted to like this blog post. From the opening paragraph and alluring blog title, I wanted to like the website. However, the needy blog fodder that follows left me unsatisfied. [insert misogynistic hooker beating joke]

I know I’m not the only reason you want to try sex work. But I know also that you’re responding to something you’ve found in my writing–the vicarious thrill of someone who seems to have played with fire and barely singed her fingertips. That glamour exists–the empowerment of getting away with something, embracing your sexuality and behaving in a way society tells you you’re not supposed to. It can be empowering to get something back on the body that has for so long been used and abused and objectified. And the money is good. But there’s another side to this deal that I’m afraid I haven’t shown you.

Tempted to read the rest? I know you are. I warned you. The Price.