This is the first letter I’ve ever written to your magazine, but I’m just turned on enough to do it. I’ve been reading Forum for a while now and I think your heart’s in the right place. But there’s still a lot going on that you haven’t begun to talk about.
I can speak with some real knowledge because I’m a call girl. I’m not ashamed of my work. It’s an honest job and I earn my pay by giving good services for money received — just like any business person. I work in Los Angeles, and among my clients are men whose names and faces are familiar to millions. If their fans and admirers had any idea how “bent” they were, they’d go out of their minds.
For instance, I know a producer whom I service about once a month. He gets his sexual kicks from having me shit on his face — he loves it. In fact, that’s the only thing that turns him on. I know this for a fact because, out of curiosity, I’ve offered him other trips for free and he’s turned them down. Well, as they say, there’s no accounting for taste.