Don’t Judge Us

The internet performer strips and performs sexual acts in front of the camera, from the comfort and safety of  her own home. Men flock to her, looking for a release.  It is not up to the performer to judge his morality, criticize his decisions or turn him down. We are all responsible for our own actions. So why are we, the performers, labeled the bad guys? There would be no supply if a demand for us did not exist. Is anyone right to judge us? Wouldn’t we then, be within our rights to judge them, as well?

The performer has a job to do, like every other Joe Shmo in the world. If we are to be judged, then so should everyone who has ever given in to the urge to visit a sex site, paid for sex at any time in their lives or masturbated to a Playboy, Hustler, Swank or Spank magazine.  If we are to be judged, then so is every website owner, promoter, marketing director, accountant, lawyer , anyone affiliated, associated, partnered with, behind the scenes, or just plain profiting from the adult industry in any capacity.

As performers, our job is about assessing what the customer wants, (even when they’re unsure themselves), creating that fantasy and satisfying the customer through visual stimulation in a relative manner. It isn’t always just about sex either. Sometimes, they’re just looking for the company of someone entirely neutral in their lives who won’t judge them or belittle them, criticize their decisions. We are someone they can come to with an open dialog to discuss anything they wish to, no restrictions, no guilt, no awkwardness. Suffice to say, we even  sometimes play therapist. We’re not that bad, are we?

Camgirls that are able to connect with their customers reward themselves with the ability to explore sociological depths beyond what most workplaces ever see. Being that person on the other end of the line, we provide our customers an escape from their otherwise ‘normal’ lives. Listening to someone else’s problems, offering advice, or just enjoying each other’s company is a great way to establish a connection that even their closest family members or friends don’t have with them. Therapeutic, indeed. Put the gavel away.

No one ever takes this into consideration when they’re sitting in the judge’s chair. Perhaps they should.