In case you didn’t notice, NiteFlirt is the platform many women, such as myself and Wren (who created this graphic), utilize to run our Phone Sex businesses. We are not employees, we are business women.

NiteFlirt is without equal in Phone Sex canon, going above and beyond standard industry practice to provide both clients and providers with an ultra safe environment in which to do the dirty. The company has also developed a TOS (terms of service) policy, which explain the good, the bad, and the ugly of all things phone sex, with appropriate norms and expectations clearly outlined.

As I previously noted, this goes for all of us, on either side of the phone connection. We should have a conversation about proper caller behavior, but, for today, I want my partners in crime to heed Wren’s song. I’m 100% with her on everything she is saying. We, as a group of principled BUSINESS WOMEN, must adhere to the TOS that not only protect NiteFlirt and our callers, but ultimately protect each and every one of us. It matters that we respect and embrace these constructs of integrity, safety and common sense that we’ve been entrusted with.

Because, eventually, if we don’t, the very callers we seek to seduce, entangle, dominate, will lose faith in us — who we are and what we stand for. Good, valuable, repeat callers will NOT want us to break the Code of Ethics (TOS) NiteFlirt has set forth; they will, instead, be grateful that we take their and our inviolability as a serious matter.

xo, Angela

*** Please note that the rule-breakers are an anomaly at NiteFlirt and not the norm.

(look for Wren ON TWITTER and at NiteFlirt)

Politics

by William Butler Yeats

In our time the destiny of man presents its meanings in political terms.

–THOMAS MANN

How can I, that girl standing there,
My attention fix
On Roman or on Russian
Or on Spanish politics,
Yet here’s a travelled man that knows
What he talks about,
And there’s a politician
That has both read and thought,
And maybe what they say is true
Of war and war’s alarms,
But O that I were young again
And held her in my arms.

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While not one of Yeats’ more complex poems, perhaps this might be considered a bittersweet obiter dictum, reminding us that turbulent times will always be navigated and old men will always dream.

Thanks to Irv O. Neil, who made me aware of this poem. Irv is someone very special. Check out his blog, find him on Twitter and buy his books.