We have determined that I am prepared to pretend that I am a lesbian for $100 dollars; but people, it gets better.
This tale is another story of my former self’s means to financial end.
After 2 days, my LGBT honorarium was spent and I, again, needed quick cash. My former roommates girlfriend was telling me about a money making scheme someone in her class was doing; selling her underwear online. Now, I don’t wear underwear, I feel that women don’t need it, our “junk” is tucked away neatly; but if I can make money selling them online, I am sold.
I immediately devised a plan to create an underwear selling empire. I would create 3 “flavors”; hot, medium and mild, based on my love for chicken wings. And every pair of underwear came with a note; because I like to treat my peoples right.
Hot consisted of a pair of sexy underwear worn LOTS; we’re talking dirty panties. I wore them exercising, to sleep, everywhere. And the note was as XXX as I could muster; Hustler magazine style dirty. The retail price for this lovely package was $350 plus shipping and handling.
Medium was a semi-sensible pair, worn lightly; around the house, sleeping, you get the idea. The note would be considered NC-17, not R but not PG either; simply middle of the road, for those dabbling in the dirty underwear market. The retail price was $200 plus shipping and handling.
Mild was a pair of frilly lace panties, worn very lightly, maybe for an hour, just to get the scent. The letter was very coy, lots of “daddy” and “papa”, for the real sickos. I created this one to round out the “flavors”; in my opinion it was the dud of the 3. The retail price was $150 plus shipping and handling.
Truth be told, I thought the hot would sell like , for lack of a better word, hot cakes; but I only sold 1; I may have priced myself out of the XXX panty market. In any case $350 bucks for a dirty note and $2 dollar Zellers underwear, I’ll take it! I sold 2 mediums and again it was all net. And to my great surprise I sold 3 milds, all sent to Asia; apparently my panties are a sensation in the Orient.
I toyed with the idea of adding a photo of the underwear being worn, no face, just panty; but I decided that would be too much.
Why ever did you stop Bianca? You ask. Well, as easy as it is to wear underwear and pen a generic note; the logistics of sending a package to Asia and organize payment was a little more work than initially anticipated; so in true Bianca fashion, I quit.
Lately, however, I have been thinking it might be a great idea to start this enterprise again.
****Side note, this post is profanity free, SHOCKING.
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
The Quest for Cash
I will do almost anything for money; the lengths which I have gone to make a quick buck are legendary. Hell, I have even sold my undergarments online, which, by the way, is very lucrative. Lately I have been racking my brain for ways to get back in the black; which is ironic because I am black, yet sooo in the red. One particular quest for cash is what I would call my finest hour.
This is that story.
I was living in Toronto, it was a Monday and I had absolutely no money for the weekend, when I saw a lucrative opportunity posted on the job search mainstay craigslist: “African Canadian lesbians needed for focus group, honorarium of $100 awarded”. Now I am not African (I’m Caribbean AND yes there is a difference) nor am I a lesbian, although I have thought about it after many a breakup. The question was could I fake being lesbian for an hour? What’s the worst that could happen, I thought; I mean they couldn’t make me lick pussy or anything, so I replied. Apparently over the phone I make a very convincing lady lover; and I was invited to participate.
Upon arrival I was greeted with a lovely assortment of pastries, sandwiches and Starbucks coffee; the LGBT really do it up royal. They corralled us into a room with a 2 way mirror and the “host”, who was a mixed race K.D Lang entered and she began by asking us all to describe ourselves; I hoped and prayed she would start on someone else; I needed something to go off of.
Girl 1: My name is (blank), I have been lgbt for my whole life, I have a girlfriend and I am completely out.
Girl 2: My name is (blank), I am still closeted to my family and I moved to TO to live openly as a lesbian.
ME: My name is Bianca, I am still closeted to my family, I, um, haven’t come out yet to my family. I used to date boys. Uh, that’s it.
Girl 4: (who I think was also fibbing for weekend money) my name is (blank) I’m out to everyone. **Seriously, that’s all she said; she could have at least tried to be convincing. I think everyone in the room sniffed her out in that second.
And for the record, the whole time they referred to themselves as LGBT, instead of lesbian; I’m not saying it for effect.
We were then handed some glossy sex pamphlets geared at safe sex. The forum was to discuss if the handouts were effective at reaching out to the “community”. They were tacky as fuck, lots of rainbows and big bold letters saying “STAY ALIVE, STAY SAFE”, even abstinent Christians would have scoffed. I decided my role, as the fake lesbian, was to play the devil’s advocate; which in this case was to tell the truth. I kept looking at the 2 way mirror and saying my responses which consisted mainly of “it’s really quite tacky”, “these pamphlets make me WANT to have unprotected sex” (which isn’t true at all but devil’s advocates say that kind of shit). Finally our K.D. came to our side of the mirror and instructed me to be natural AND to speak to the girls not the mirror. Little did she know that I am an only child and talking to mirrors, walls and the air is de rigueur.
After that I pretty much blanked out, I was thinking about what I would spend my honorarium on. Booze, for sure, an outfit for the weekend, cabs and maybe food; but truthfully food was last on my list re my former size 27 waist. An hour later, I think, they handed us our envelopes with the cash and the legit lezzies on the panel invited me to a community event, which I politely declined. I clicked my heels like Dorothy on the yellow brick road and went on my way.
To this day that is one of the easiest ways I have ever made money. Almost as easy as when I pretended to be a 2 pack a day smoker; but that’s another story for another day.
This is that story.
I was living in Toronto, it was a Monday and I had absolutely no money for the weekend, when I saw a lucrative opportunity posted on the job search mainstay craigslist: “African Canadian lesbians needed for focus group, honorarium of $100 awarded”. Now I am not African (I’m Caribbean AND yes there is a difference) nor am I a lesbian, although I have thought about it after many a breakup. The question was could I fake being lesbian for an hour? What’s the worst that could happen, I thought; I mean they couldn’t make me lick pussy or anything, so I replied. Apparently over the phone I make a very convincing lady lover; and I was invited to participate.
Upon arrival I was greeted with a lovely assortment of pastries, sandwiches and Starbucks coffee; the LGBT really do it up royal. They corralled us into a room with a 2 way mirror and the “host”, who was a mixed race K.D Lang entered and she began by asking us all to describe ourselves; I hoped and prayed she would start on someone else; I needed something to go off of.
Girl 1: My name is (blank), I have been lgbt for my whole life, I have a girlfriend and I am completely out.
Girl 2: My name is (blank), I am still closeted to my family and I moved to TO to live openly as a lesbian.
ME: My name is Bianca, I am still closeted to my family, I, um, haven’t come out yet to my family. I used to date boys. Uh, that’s it.
Girl 4: (who I think was also fibbing for weekend money) my name is (blank) I’m out to everyone. **Seriously, that’s all she said; she could have at least tried to be convincing. I think everyone in the room sniffed her out in that second.
And for the record, the whole time they referred to themselves as LGBT, instead of lesbian; I’m not saying it for effect.
We were then handed some glossy sex pamphlets geared at safe sex. The forum was to discuss if the handouts were effective at reaching out to the “community”. They were tacky as fuck, lots of rainbows and big bold letters saying “STAY ALIVE, STAY SAFE”, even abstinent Christians would have scoffed. I decided my role, as the fake lesbian, was to play the devil’s advocate; which in this case was to tell the truth. I kept looking at the 2 way mirror and saying my responses which consisted mainly of “it’s really quite tacky”, “these pamphlets make me WANT to have unprotected sex” (which isn’t true at all but devil’s advocates say that kind of shit). Finally our K.D. came to our side of the mirror and instructed me to be natural AND to speak to the girls not the mirror. Little did she know that I am an only child and talking to mirrors, walls and the air is de rigueur.
After that I pretty much blanked out, I was thinking about what I would spend my honorarium on. Booze, for sure, an outfit for the weekend, cabs and maybe food; but truthfully food was last on my list re my former size 27 waist. An hour later, I think, they handed us our envelopes with the cash and the legit lezzies on the panel invited me to a community event, which I politely declined. I clicked my heels like Dorothy on the yellow brick road and went on my way.
To this day that is one of the easiest ways I have ever made money. Almost as easy as when I pretended to be a 2 pack a day smoker; but that’s another story for another day.
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