I’m starting this thread because I’m in the mood to share, and apparently, after all these years, honesty sounds like a good idea.
Most of my NDAs have expired anyway. So... here we go.
I started in 1997 as a hustler, with no big plan, no roadmap, and absolutely no idea I’d somehow turn this into a profession. I was just figuring things out, making money where I could, and trying to stay one step ahead of the chaos.
Over the years, I worked on-site with Brokerbabe, Camplace, Beststudios, AWSummit, Cherry, SWAG Live, and others. I got to see the industry from a perspective most people never get.
The good. The bad. The funny. The vulgar. The brilliant. The ridiculous. And plenty of things that were simply disappointing.
I’m not here pretending to be some industry legend. I’m just someone who has been around for a long time, got some things right, got plenty wrong, made mistakes, made memories, and learned a lot along the way.
I started as an affiliate myself in the warez scene, long before I ever imagined where it would lead. Eventually, I slipped into the adult industry.
And yes, for those who remember...
I was the person giving away Dreamweaver licenses. (thanks to CEcash taking my popups)
From there, things escalated rather nicely. Or terribly. It all depends on who you ask.
I’ve always loved affiliates because you make companies fly or die. You send the traffic, take the risks, build the audience, and often know exactly what is happening on the ground while the people upstairs are looking at spreadsheets.
So I’ve always been curious about both sides of the click.
What actually happens after you send that traffic?
Well, after all these years, I’m finally in the mood to talk about it.
Not everything I’ve seen makes me proud. Some of it is amusing. Some of it is embarrassing. Some of it is downright ugly. I’ve met people who made me feel like a king and others who made me wonder why I hadn’t chosen a quieter career, like bomb disposal.
I’ve also made my own share of stupid decisions. I’m not standing here as the person who had all the answers. I was a hustler who somehow became a professional, and I learned most things by doing them, screwing them up, and occasionally getting them right.
And yes, I know what will happen once this thread gets going.
People will screenshot it.
People will forward it.
People will send it to people I worked for.
Honestly?
Go ahead.
The idea of someone sitting in an old office reading my words and wondering what I might say next doesn’t frighten me.
It evokes me one very simple emotion:
Go fuck yourself. (thanks to GFY)
Because I’m not doing this to settle scores. I’m doing it because I’ve reached the point where some stories are more valuable to share than buried.
Why am I doing this?
Because I don’t want to die carrying secrets that were never worth keeping.
So ask me.
Who hated me?
Who made me miserable?
Who made me feel like a king?
What happened behind the scenes?
What did I get wrong?
What did I get right?
What really happened when nobody was watching?
I’ll tell you what I know, what I experienced, where I fucked up, and what I’m comfortable putting into words.
Just remember: I’m telling my story, not writing history. A couple of rules
Ask detailed questions. The better the question, the better the answer.
Don’t reply to my answers, not even with “thanks.” Let’s keep this thread clean and readable.
I’ll check in a few times a week and answer what I can.
I’ve been keeping these stories in my head for a very long time.
Might as well let them out before they start charging rent.
Most of my NDAs have expired anyway. So... here we go.
I started in 1997 as a hustler, with no big plan, no roadmap, and absolutely no idea I’d somehow turn this into a profession. I was just figuring things out, making money where I could, and trying to stay one step ahead of the chaos.
Over the years, I worked on-site with Brokerbabe, Camplace, Beststudios, AWSummit, Cherry, SWAG Live, and others. I got to see the industry from a perspective most people never get.
The good. The bad. The funny. The vulgar. The brilliant. The ridiculous. And plenty of things that were simply disappointing.
I’m not here pretending to be some industry legend. I’m just someone who has been around for a long time, got some things right, got plenty wrong, made mistakes, made memories, and learned a lot along the way.
I started as an affiliate myself in the warez scene, long before I ever imagined where it would lead. Eventually, I slipped into the adult industry.
And yes, for those who remember...
I was the person giving away Dreamweaver licenses. (thanks to CEcash taking my popups)
From there, things escalated rather nicely. Or terribly. It all depends on who you ask.
I’ve always loved affiliates because you make companies fly or die. You send the traffic, take the risks, build the audience, and often know exactly what is happening on the ground while the people upstairs are looking at spreadsheets.
So I’ve always been curious about both sides of the click.
What actually happens after you send that traffic?
Well, after all these years, I’m finally in the mood to talk about it.
Not everything I’ve seen makes me proud. Some of it is amusing. Some of it is embarrassing. Some of it is downright ugly. I’ve met people who made me feel like a king and others who made me wonder why I hadn’t chosen a quieter career, like bomb disposal.
I’ve also made my own share of stupid decisions. I’m not standing here as the person who had all the answers. I was a hustler who somehow became a professional, and I learned most things by doing them, screwing them up, and occasionally getting them right.
And yes, I know what will happen once this thread gets going.
People will screenshot it.
People will forward it.
People will send it to people I worked for.
Honestly?
Go ahead.
The idea of someone sitting in an old office reading my words and wondering what I might say next doesn’t frighten me.
It evokes me one very simple emotion:
Go fuck yourself. (thanks to GFY)
Because I’m not doing this to settle scores. I’m doing it because I’ve reached the point where some stories are more valuable to share than buried.
Why am I doing this?
Because I don’t want to die carrying secrets that were never worth keeping.
So ask me.
Who hated me?
Who made me miserable?
Who made me feel like a king?
What happened behind the scenes?
What did I get wrong?
What did I get right?
What really happened when nobody was watching?
I’ll tell you what I know, what I experienced, where I fucked up, and what I’m comfortable putting into words.
Just remember: I’m telling my story, not writing history. A couple of rules
Ask detailed questions. The better the question, the better the answer.
Don’t reply to my answers, not even with “thanks.” Let’s keep this thread clean and readable.
I’ll check in a few times a week and answer what I can.
I’ve been keeping these stories in my head for a very long time.
Might as well let them out before they start charging rent.
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