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Confessions of a College Callgirl


No. It’s not me. Let’s just get that out of the way right now.

I’ll admit that I have joked to my boyfriend about being left with no choice but to sell my body when I was particularly stressed about financial obligations and my lack of funds in college. Keyword: joked. Needless to say, he did not find that very funny and looked at me like I was nuts.

But, what would it really be like to work your way through college as a callgirl? And share it with the whole world? Well one girl is doing just that through her blog, Confessions of a College Callgirl. And let me tell you, she does not hold anything back and shares every.graphic.detail.

It’s one of those blogs that is very juicy, yet at parts, very sad and disheartening, and for some reason, you just can’t stop reading.

Some tidbits about this college callgirl that I learned while perusing her blog:

1. Her mom thinks she is walking a dog to make extra cash. Ho-llo!

2. She hates smoking pot but is unable to refuse it when offered, especially by a client. Bad Babysitter.

3. She looks up to those who paved the way for prostitution. Hookers in History.

4. The girl knows how to “pick a niche and work it.” Dewey Sexual System.

5. Craigslist was her favorite place to find casual sex. Craigslisted.

Those facts are just a sliver of what is confessed on her blog. Although interesting to read, it also makes me sad that this girl felt the pressure to have money while realizing how hard it was to live in a city without daddy’s limitless credit card in college, and chose prostitution as her solution. I applaude her bravery for sharing these stories with the world, but hope that in the future, she might be able to find a less dangerous way to make a living.

Midwesterner turned big city gal by way of upstate NY for four awesome years of the co-ed experience. Currently rocking NYC and the recent post-grad life, but secretly pretending I'm still in college and sitting in my sorority dining room dishing with girlfriends about the events of previous night.