Whenever I mention my occupation to a non-wired person, it seems to generate the same response:
“Isn’t there an awful lot of porn on the net?”
The question floats toward me like a smoke ring and forms a halo around my face, framing me as a pornographer, nymphomaniac, and all-round corrupter of innocence.
I expect that from my mother, but it’s not the public image I strive to cultivate. I never have a good response ready.
“Hmmm,” I nod coquettishly, “I’ll have to look into that.”
The subtext of my vapid reply could be “Yes, the internet is a modern-day Gomorrah and I’m in it up to my quivering loins,” or, “I really haven’t heard that, but I’m so pathetically hard-up that I’m gonna race right home and look.”
Neither is what I mean to convey, but the truth is probably just as perverse…
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