Well, kind of, actually.

I came to this realization the other day after finishing a particularly hot but particularly tiring round of “for work” cybersex–the sexy nurse v. pirate wench tryst featured in last week’s Click Me. I was sitting on my bed, worn out after two odd hours of sexy role-playing (and all the physical exertion that comes with it), thinking, “Chin up, Bonnie, this is what you get paid for.” Then it occurred to me, that’s true. Albeit indirectly, I make a weekly paycheck having sex online.

Granted, unlike most workers, I don’t put my body out there in a “real-life” way. However, cybersex stirs up real bodily reactions–even if you don’t want it to. Besides, the point of my column is to steer people toward good cybersex experiences, so having dull, removed sex would be pointless. In order to do my job, I have to be sexually aroused, to use my body in a sexual way. And that, to me, is sex work.

Speaking of online sex work, I’d still love to do a piece on the sex workers of virtual worlds. Maybe it could turn all meta at some point and look at the act of first-hand research into sex work as a type of sex work itself. Wow, I’m dorking out already.

[Photo: Who me? Or, what I do when I'm not having sex for money]