I've been thinking a lot about how my clients construct their self-image through our interactions. Not just sexually, but economically. Every businessman who books me is performing a kind of social choreography that's fascinating to watch.
Take last week's client from Tralee. He makes 95k in tech sales but needs me to confirm he's desirable, important, worthy. His entire interaction is less about sex and more about purchasing a temporary narrative where he's powerful. I'm not judging. I'm observing.
Working class lads want connection. Professional men want performance. There's a class psychology at play that nobody wants to discuss publicly. The money isn't just transactional. It's a complex social script where intimacy becomes a kind of economic theatre.
My university degree in sociology helps me see these dynamics. But lived experience teaches more than any textbook ever could. People aren't simple transactions. We're walking contradictions with complicated desires.
Sometimes I wonder who's really performing here. Him? Me? The entire social machinery that creates these moments of manufactured intimacy? Christ, I need another coffee.