I wanted to live in Paris. With a nearly impossible possibility of finding a job there, I was looking for a way(s) to be able to support myself should I move there.
The internet was changing the face of porn in the mid-90s. One of the things developing were people “living their lives” on camera and selling subscriptions for people to watch. Sex sells. Sexual activity was a part of this, be it individually or with others. I saw this as an opportunity to make money and be able to live in Paris at the same time.
I subscribed to two or three of these sites to see how they were operating—not that watching them materbate or have sex wasn’t a perk. But truly, I was paying attention to their setup, the cameras they were using, how they interacted with their audience. It was even fascinating just watching them sleep. Oh, btw, these were guys I was watching.
Aside from being a bit of an exhibitionist and showoff—yes, I know that’s a surprise to some of you—I was in possession of some of the other things needed for this type of work. At 42 I was in the best shape of my life, so I had the body for it. I have an above average, uncut dick, so there was that. Being tall and blond didn’t hurt, either.
I began assembling the equipment I would need—video cameras, tripods, cables, lighting. I researched hosting sites and selected one. I chose a name for my own site, skyvue.com—vue is the French word for view.
And so, the experiment began.
I was working at Preston Gates & Ellis at the time, so I was not on 24/7. But any other time I was at home, I was mostly on cam. Some of my performance was mundane everyday things like making coffee in the morning, fixing meals, cleaning the apartment. All naked, of course. Sexually, I jacked off just about every shower, before going to bed, and in between I’d chat on AOL and jack off at my computer. The site that hosted mine had a statistics mode. I could see how much and when the most traffic was happening. I could also record my…sessions…for replay or screenshots to promote Skyvue.com.
David was amazingly patient with all this. And so were other friends. I called John David—or maybe he called me—and told him about what I was doing. He was all for it. I gave him a free password to the site. All my Preston friends knew. As my departure date for Paris drew near, I hosted a farewell party at my apartment. On-Cam. Everyone knew and agreed to be on. It was not a sex party. Christ, we were all attorneys. But one of my friends, Laura, discovered the riding crop I had in my bedroom. I think that might have been a gift from a former boyfriend, Mikey, from Illinois. Anyway. She spent the evening going around telling people to assume the position. And they did. Surprising how so many of those attorneys knew what that meant. Sweet Laura from Ohio will forever be known as Mistress Laura.
For all my planning and hard work to develop a following for my site with hopes it would help support my life in Paris, I missed one small, important detail.
I don’t know if I didn’t think of it before going or if I thought it would be easier when I got there, but I didn’t research hosting or the cost of internet provides in France. Big mistake. Big.
I could maintain the same host, but at that time, the cost for providers in France would have been astronomical. I initially did a trial run utilizing a friend’s provider—Frédéric. The cost to reimburse him for one month was over $1,000. During the time I operated my site in the States, I mostly broke even, maybe making a little profit. Selling my body from France was not going to provide an income.
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