QUANTIFYING PHONE SEX: anxiety as a by-product of age performance
The trough in the graph follows my age to the right, I imagine.
Age is just one of the many mutable factors that goes into the caller’s mental construct of who they are talking to. And for the most part, they just accept the age that they’re given.
Within a certain range. I mean, I don’t have a barely legal voice, but I can play one for maybe 10 seconds. I definitely can’t do a child’s voice for long at all, but if they want a little touch of pedo-verité, I can throw down for a quick “Daddy, please!” All the while, I’m desperate to get back to the security of my age-appropriate voice.
It’s not just the pitch of my voice where I can go out of my comfort zone; sometimes it’s as simple as wondering if my slang or colloquialisms or cultural references or, hell, what year I graduated from college, if all of that matches the timeline and purported age that I’m dishing out to the collar. I experience that uncertainty on both ends of this inverse bell curve. When would a 63-year-old woman have graduated college? Wait, she would never say “oh my god” in a less than serious way. Is “my goodness” a turn-off or turn-on for this particular caller? Would this woman even say “cock”?