Smoking: My Illicit Boyfriend

Smoking keeps me from having a relationship with myself or anyone else. At least one that is attentive, intimate or mindful.

Tonight as I was edging myself into a hot bath, squatting with my ass just above the water line, I picked up a cigarette to smoke while waiting for my body to adjust to the temperature. My lighter had gotten wet on the side of the tub and didn’t work. I found a matchbook on the toilet but it immediately got wet from my hands. I tried three or four matches before I ran naked to my bedroom to fetch more matches but couldn’t find any, and then out to my kitchen where I had more success, but not without spending a great deal of time and getting distracted by at least one other activity. Finally I ran back into the bathroom, lit up, and dropped my body into the water, which of course wasn’t as hot as it was before.

As I stretched into the water I became aware that I wasn’t relaxing. I was working. I was thinking about taking a hit of my cigarette, exhaling the smoke, ashing, keeping my cigarette dry, neighbors complaining about the smell of the smoke, how the new matches would likely get wet, too, and I’d have to go find more, etc.

Bath time is supposed to be my repair time. It’s where I come back into myself.

But if I’m smoking, I’m smoking.

Just like smoking keeps me from being intimate with myself, it also keeps me from connecting fully with another person. Smoking is my priority, and it will always be the first thing on my mind. I am always thinking about when I can leave you and go smoke a cigarette.

Smoking keeps me running–running away from you so I can go be alone to smoke and ignore myself.

Smoking and My Value as a Woman

working at my desk

When I’m not smoking, or rather, when I consider myself a non-smoker, the possibility of motherhood opens up to me again. It isn’t direct but it’s affirming.

It seems so much more acceptable to be a housewife at home (or even just at home) when I’m a non-smoker. Like, I’m up and showered and dressed because I didn’t just roll out of bed and immediately want to go for a cigarette/coffee/walk, only to return an hour later and have to fling myself into my working day.

So I guess I feel cleaner and more attractive.

I feel like someone would be more open to the idea of taking care of me (housewife style) as a non-smoker.

Smokers are always on their own agenda of when they get to smoke next. As a smoker all I can think about is smoking.

So the possibility that I could be a kept woman presumes that my keeper will know how I feel about babies/family. Which presumes I know how I feel. And I don’t. Which means that I can keep that possibility open, but not as a smoker.

My market value as a woman goes up when I am a non-smoker. This is reflected in my attraction of unstable men when I am a smoker, and financially apt men when I am a non-smoker. Men tend to know what they can get.

Why I Removed Certain of My Porns

Hi, long time no write.

You’re already aware that I’ve found near stable happiness working as a camgirl. You may not know that I have been producing short pornographic video clips, or that I might even like doing these projects more than interacting in the chat rooms.

At first I made videos only for John, my biggest client with whom I fell in love. I attribute some of my love for him to the fact that he lit my fire by giving me video assignments (he also commissioned writings, but he is unique in believing such a skill has any monetary value).

When my John-heart went dark I was angry and unable to interface as my work requires, and without the support from my number one client my eyes looked elsewhere for resources. Out of spite and desperation I tried to explode our intimacy by selling the videos I made for him on Clips4Sale, a porn video clip download site. I had a few others and posted them, too.

While I mended I was too emotional to consistently engage customers in real time, and I realized I like making movies at least as much as I like camming. I decided to start taking porn clips more seriously.

Although selling the videos I made for John was not an actual violation, I wasn’t true to myself when I crudely put them up for resale. So tonight I took them all down, along with a few others for which I have lingering philosophical and aesthetic hesitations.

Being honest isn’t that great if you’re not first being true.