I
often joke about getting a sugar daddy, but underneath the humor lies
some honest interest. Making a career out of freelance writing, I've
sort-of condemned myself to a life of poverty, or near poverty anyway.
I live paycheck to paycheck, pay my bills late most of the time and am
not ashamed to admit I like to buy things—clothes, shoes, nice dinners.
And the idea of a sugar daddy sounds sort-of great, doesn't it?
Especially in this economy. Getting my bills paid, not having to worry
about how anyone is going to finance a car for me with my terrible
credit, all the clothes I want... and all in return for just showing an
old man a good time? Sure, maybe it's a little like prostitution, but
like I've always said, any mutually beneficial agreement between to
consensual adults should remain between those two consensual adults.
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