When I went freelance, I thought it would be different from having a normal day job; more flexible, less compulsory early mornings, that kind of thing. But I didn't expect it to be quite so surreal.
OK, so I run a sex site for women. But I still find it hard to justify this week's activities as work.
On Monday, I had a meeting about the Pornograph to figure out how we're going to build it. That night, I went out with a Stringfellows' stripper who's looking to develop her career in a more artistic way. Was intrigued that she thought the US was way better for strippers than the UK because 'You can get naked and grind more and that means money.'
Today, I met an ace woman who's writing a book about sex and wanted my help. I then spent an afternoon reviewing sex toys. Masturbation as work - bet my careers advisor wouldn't have thought of that one.
Tonight, I'm out with some researchers who are putting together a documentary on bi-curiousity. I'm arranging a pub gathering of bi-curious birds for them. Predict that my male friends will try to bribe me to give them the date and venue.
I love my job.
Posted by emilyd at July 24, 2002 05:07 PM