Anonymity

I like to listen.  I tend to believe that people [at least people who know themselves well enough to seek out audio porn and somehow create a supportive wholesome fan base around it without being creepy] know what they want.  There is one thing, however, you don't want whether you know it or not.

You don't *actually* want to see what I look like.  You really, really don't.  Nor do I want you to.  Possibly ever.  Probably, in fact. 

I've been fat, thin and fit.  My agent sends breakdowns that range from "Magnetic, attractive and masculine" to "Feeble, impotent, good comedic timing" and that can be in the same fiscal year.  See, I always wanted to be an actor and all the best actors were (in my own sweet humble opinion) versatile.  Versatility is how I've always measured talent.  Luckily, my body agrees.  Indulge the hedonist and I thicc'n for the cold months.  Green smoothies & working through lunches gives me a chic Edgar Allen Poe physique.  One month at the gym and I'm reading for whatever Walking Dead spinoff is filming this year as the badass leader of the badasses who's badassery is equated by how many times he swears per sentence.

What's funny tho [and I've said this before] is I really do like how I look now.  The style, the body, the voice, the complexion, the eyes [yea yea I know what I got - I need to for my job okay]. 

Thing is - it's strictly a business decision.  See by being less personal, we can become more intimate.  I'm just a bunch of sound waves bouncin' around.  Let me into your ears.  Then let me ooze down your neck to your collar bone [sweet jesus I love that part].  Then your breasts [hold on I'mma linger a bit.................................. mk].  And then this is where I split - part of those waves reverberate downwards to the tips of your toes but the others rush to the fingertips waiting to be commanded by those that stayed in your ears and abracadabra-alakazaam now I'm in all of you and it's just so fucking wonderful in there [but you know that].

On the other hand we *both* know I'm merely the tool for this job.  Me and the other talented folx who inoculate you aurally.  Just silly little wrenches, hammers and screwdrivers hopefully making things easier for the one who is really crafting [that's you, BTW].  If not my dulcet tones then someone else's.   I like the chase so be careful.  You know the chase.  The MOST romantic chase of all.  You know it - right?

Chasing failure.  We artsy types just love failure.  We can't get better unless we fail.  One can only fail their way to the top or else one surely has unearned spoils.  A comedian isn't a comedian until they've bombed.  

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I went into the booth with an idea but that got swapped for a memory.  I'll tell you more on the day.  Don't wanna over water the plants.