This idea struck me back on November 20 2019:

$2,000.00 USD and sexual snapshots of sexy women pouding themselves and pleasing themselves with plastic replicas of the manhood that makes their mouths and vagina’s drool. I am finally satisfied with the content I have been producing in association with SuperChatLive.com. Filling my journals with art and thoughts on the good and bad of the experience.

I did not need to spend that much money and I am curtain I have spent more than that in a short month. It is a really addictive and interactive platform. Some of the women are demanding; but aren’t women demanding in the real world, on a regular basis even without the temptation of tokens and the money they can earn from laying on their backs and moaning?

I am doing this project to help me save money. Working on all of these sketches prevent me from interacting with the site for at least a month and make those that were interacting with me on the site, at least miss all of the fun we had.

The heart begs and pleads for what pleases but what pleases can be taken advantage of if it is always seen.

I was able to get some of the women, who could have controlled the situation a lot better, to confess loving me, emailing me personally and sending me images of their climatic finishes to add to my art collection. I had professional prostitutes love me and despite not having tokens, they were willing to fap for me outside of the platform. That is a skill in manipulation I do not take for granted and enjoy playing with the hearts of women that would have done the same to me, given half the chance.

All for the sake of art and getting the story worth sharing.

The truth is, no one is getting over on anyone, besides SuperChatLive.com. They run away with all of the money, they pay the girls 100.00 while the users, men like me, pay out thousands of dollars a session. As normal, the online platform is the pimp and the consumer and girl is given the shaft for the few minutes of pleasure they can sneak in the 2 hours allotted. Some of the girls take it hard. The idea of having to put on their plastic smiles for hours at a time for 100.00 and having to listen or read comments from losers. Then there are those that find a guy the like, one willing to pay and they put on their best face, but they can’t get him to stay because he is not trying to blow his load or tokens on one girl.

After a few weeks of this you can see the taunt drain of energy, desire or ability to bust a nut on their faces. They become numb and need nearly 1,000 tokens or more to climax, when it used to take 11-77 tokens.

I’ve had women ask me for 999 tokens for no more than playing with their lovers with a dildo and it takes them another 400 tokens to squirt. By the end I am broke and they are bored. It could have been a wonderful idea of the company would not shaft their workers/models, the girls and paid them more out of what they collected from the guys for the few tokens they spend.

I mean if a woman knew 2,000 tokens = 200.00 and it went to her directly and the platform was paid like Tumblr and Facebook, based on traffic, not commission, then the millions that spend with them, would not have felt they were being shafted or made to horde tokens. I am just a user mind you. They, the platform, want my money, not my ideas of what is good business and what is bad. But you know, there are professional whores I know that would not touch SuperChatLive.com because being shafted out of pay they can earn, through twitter, to social networking and the pleasure from real life contact made with clients they have grown to respect and trust, can’t be achieved from such a cloistered-fucked-platform. Another thing I don’t like is that they would take something I love, sex, and turn it into a stale, token collecting sham. That leaves both the girl and the client wanting, frustrated, and pissed that the sex is not always as good as it could or should be. While I am jacking and watching her Fap or in the middle of a heated roll of pussy fucking, I hear the annoying and dick killing slogan, “More Tokens Please!”

Yeah—I am not cheap either—$2,000.00 and a line of women all fighting for a few tokens proves it. What a sad month it turned out to be. I am glad it is over.

Then I am sad because I can’t not dream of those girls, seeing them in my mind and wanting to give them more but never sure how. For me most answers to life’s struggles, the social ones, the economic ones the battle for food, companionship and shelter, prosperity or the lack there of, the fulfillment of dreams, all of it has, for me, a central point surrounding art. The production of it, the maintaining it and the eventual selling of it, if we are able to capture the energy built from the pain of mans created stresses, put an attractive face to it, illustrate the portrait and craft our longings, hope can be seen, navigated and pursued. For without vision, the people perish.

When I am not writing about the racial difficulties of my town, the lack of money to go around, my inability to acquire a credit card or encouraging the purchasing of the few pieces I’ve chosen to make, I am seeking to encourage prostitutes and sex workers to consider the potential of having their lives immortalized upon the canvas.