I'm afraid this post will be a little spacey due to the fact I really do have a fantastic hangover. I went to a pretentious bar last night where the people were actually very sexy and dressed up. I have never seen people this attractive walking around Baltimore, maybe they were out of towners. It's been an unbelievable couple of days for me, I have been out drinking for two nights in a row. Last night I was out until one and I did not feel tired. In fact I felt exactly like I did when I was twenty-four, full of energy and ready to go on to a club when I thought, fuck no, the kids will be jumping on my head at six (they were). Why does the meaning of life and my happiness have to involve drinking, cocktails, flirting with cute young guys, dancing and all the rest? Why couldn't it have involved Buddhism or learning to love opera or getting into folk music or origami or flower arranging? Why?
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, my spacey post about making money doing what comes naturally.
Here's some questions for you.
A real exhibitionist?
Want to be the next Pam, K-Fed or Paris?
Want to earn money doing it?
Well, it's really this simple.
Create your own sex tape - upload your dirty home videos and phone clips and get paid for every minute other people watch.
I've already earned buckets from my home video, which was filmed in my country manor in Berkshire. I'm the lady with the long sleeved shirt on. It's a very British video, in that the people are queuing quietly and without anger, and not even really very much looking forward to being spanked.
And before anyone writes me an irate letter, no corgis were harmed in the making of this video. Enjoy.
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