Below is one man’s experiences on MFC. This is long, so if not interested, don’t read it.
I would never imagined how one week off work and six hundred dollars later how my life would be different.
I imagined a week binging on MyFreeCams (MFC) was like binging on porn. A week of non-stop porn leaves most human beings numbed of their humanity and filled with some pretty awful views of women.
I expected MFC to be the same, and I was surprised how wrong I was.
First off, what wasn’t a surprise, I learned that many men are even more assholes under the anonymity of secret identities. How dicks make men forget women are people was sadly no surprise.
So first surprise was my presumption that MFC would degrade my view of women was so wrong. MFC left me more at awe with how strong and amazing women are. I know, it’s audacious to try to make labels of an entire gender, but never had I, in one week, had such an intimate look on so many different women, and I don’t just mean they were naked.
I “met” one woman who was 26 weeks pregnant and was on MFC raising money to care for her baby on her own.
I “met” another woman who was raising money to buy an apartment complex in Puerto Rico. Not an apartment, but an entire complex to permanently set her financial independence.
I “met” countless women whose passion for music, books, or art made conversation with them like an espresso drip of intellectual exhilaration.
We shared learning out of Robin Williams passing in the room of one woman, and she and any many of us cried as we shared how his movies touched us.
There was one woman who ran her room like an adult standup comedy act. She could have an entire room on the floor laughing, jokes that would make a sailor blush and blister.
There was one who read poetry, and another who set up her piano, and then another a guitar and sung to their rooms for hours. Those rooms were art, filled with some men who acted like they were middle schoolers, but filter that out, those women were artist making beautiful and moving art.
I “met” many who were paying their own way through college or life. One who had just moved to a new city, and another saving money to move to a new city.
I “met” one women in her twenties who had beat fucking cancer, and she was on MFC to start that new life that she knew she would never ever put off ever again.
The first person I “met” was a woman who started MFC the same week that I had. After a month of careful research, she setup shop with detail and attention of any entrepreneur.
I later that week saw that same woman start her MFC room at dusk and run her room through the entire night till dawn. Men entered her room in morning of their time zone all fresh, some ready with some jackass demands, unknowing that this woman had been working the last five hours.
I was at awe with how hard she worked, how strong she is.
The naked bodies of all these women, while beautiful in their own unique ways, their bodies were the least impressive part on display in their MFC rooms.
When people ask me about MFC, I would ask which part do they want to know about, the men or the women? The MFC men are what you’d expect at any adult place, some nice, many too brazen, far to many immature, and all (I included) horny.
Now, the women? They are amazing! They are strong, they take charge, work harder than outsiders would ever imagine, care more than they probably should, and have big dreams.
MFC is three parts: the company who is there to exploit, the men who are there to exploit, and the women, who make no mistake, also want to make money, but do so to build their lives. To be clear, I do not write this to praise MFC as a website. Anonymity turns far too many of the men into jerks for me to praise MFC the system. Too many men can’t seem to realize they are talking to real people. If any trash is dished about the cam world, it should be about men, not the women.
MFC is not porn, MFC is real. Or as real as real women act under guised anonymity and the non-stop demands strangers.
But for some women, I would venture to say MFC could be as real as real life, an alternate persona that is part of them, but unseen outside. It can be a place that informs their real life, and a place that thoughts not shared elsewhere are shared.
Which leads mean to my second and last discovery on MFC. I found myself.
For the last six years my days and mind were occupied by only two things: my job and raising my daughter.
In those last six years I lost all interest in things that I used be crazy about: music, laughter, sex, adventure, and even the deliciousness of the present moment.
I had love in my life, but I didn’t have myself.
Each of these was restored by these women, these cam girls (though certainly, this was not their intent).
There were women whose passion for music rekindled mine. One who shared her playlists with me, catching me up on the last six years of new music. She brought me back to life.
Then there was one incandescent woman who lived to feel. She was on MFC not for the money. Her token pricing made no sense, was way under what the market would bare. She didn’t care, she liked the sexuality of it all. She would share with the strangers her artwork and poetry. She would sing and hoola. She was as hippy as it gets, and she changed my life. She reminded me how kick ass is to do what you feel. She made me see the world brighter by living in the moment.
And while a countless many gave the over the cam impression that they lived off alcohol and pizza, I learned of the power of yoga and eating well from a few.
By the end of the week, I was listening new kinds of music, meditating more, exercising again, eating better, and the present moment was richer.
An outsider would say, you feel that way because you were falling for these women you don’t know. But they would be right in the wrong way. I did fall for these women, but in the way someone falls into a really good book. I let myself feel, knowing that like a book, MFC should not be confused with my real life.
Yes, MFC women share some very personal thoughts, and even more personal acts with a blinking list of shifting usernames, but in the end, MFC is a job for these very real and amazing women.
So I fell for these women like I fell for Nicolas Spark’s Notebook when I read that as a teenager. Twenty years ago that book made me feel alive. MFC made me feel alive. But I have no illusion that either is a place to find real life connections happen.
The week has ended, and I start back at work. I end my time with MFC. An intense job and raising a child does not mix with MFC, and like the end of a good book, it’s hard to let go. The final change MFC made me was to get off MFC, and pursue my life more.
Thank you and goodbye MFC.
I would never imagined how one week off work and six hundred dollars later how my life would be different.
I imagined a week binging on MyFreeCams (MFC) was like binging on porn. A week of non-stop porn leaves most human beings numbed of their humanity and filled with some pretty awful views of women.
I expected MFC to be the same, and I was surprised how wrong I was.
First off, what wasn’t a surprise, I learned that many men are even more assholes under the anonymity of secret identities. How dicks make men forget women are people was sadly no surprise.
So first surprise was my presumption that MFC would degrade my view of women was so wrong. MFC left me more at awe with how strong and amazing women are. I know, it’s audacious to try to make labels of an entire gender, but never had I, in one week, had such an intimate look on so many different women, and I don’t just mean they were naked.
I “met” one woman who was 26 weeks pregnant and was on MFC raising money to care for her baby on her own.
I “met” another woman who was raising money to buy an apartment complex in Puerto Rico. Not an apartment, but an entire complex to permanently set her financial independence.
I “met” countless women whose passion for music, books, or art made conversation with them like an espresso drip of intellectual exhilaration.
We shared learning out of Robin Williams passing in the room of one woman, and she and any many of us cried as we shared how his movies touched us.
There was one woman who ran her room like an adult standup comedy act. She could have an entire room on the floor laughing, jokes that would make a sailor blush and blister.
There was one who read poetry, and another who set up her piano, and then another a guitar and sung to their rooms for hours. Those rooms were art, filled with some men who acted like they were middle schoolers, but filter that out, those women were artist making beautiful and moving art.
I “met” many who were paying their own way through college or life. One who had just moved to a new city, and another saving money to move to a new city.
I “met” one women in her twenties who had beat fucking cancer, and she was on MFC to start that new life that she knew she would never ever put off ever again.
The first person I “met” was a woman who started MFC the same week that I had. After a month of careful research, she setup shop with detail and attention of any entrepreneur.
I later that week saw that same woman start her MFC room at dusk and run her room through the entire night till dawn. Men entered her room in morning of their time zone all fresh, some ready with some jackass demands, unknowing that this woman had been working the last five hours.
I was at awe with how hard she worked, how strong she is.
The naked bodies of all these women, while beautiful in their own unique ways, their bodies were the least impressive part on display in their MFC rooms.
When people ask me about MFC, I would ask which part do they want to know about, the men or the women? The MFC men are what you’d expect at any adult place, some nice, many too brazen, far to many immature, and all (I included) horny.
Now, the women? They are amazing! They are strong, they take charge, work harder than outsiders would ever imagine, care more than they probably should, and have big dreams.
MFC is three parts: the company who is there to exploit, the men who are there to exploit, and the women, who make no mistake, also want to make money, but do so to build their lives. To be clear, I do not write this to praise MFC as a website. Anonymity turns far too many of the men into jerks for me to praise MFC the system. Too many men can’t seem to realize they are talking to real people. If any trash is dished about the cam world, it should be about men, not the women.
MFC is not porn, MFC is real. Or as real as real women act under guised anonymity and the non-stop demands strangers.
But for some women, I would venture to say MFC could be as real as real life, an alternate persona that is part of them, but unseen outside. It can be a place that informs their real life, and a place that thoughts not shared elsewhere are shared.
Which leads mean to my second and last discovery on MFC. I found myself.
For the last six years my days and mind were occupied by only two things: my job and raising my daughter.
In those last six years I lost all interest in things that I used be crazy about: music, laughter, sex, adventure, and even the deliciousness of the present moment.
I had love in my life, but I didn’t have myself.
Each of these was restored by these women, these cam girls (though certainly, this was not their intent).
There were women whose passion for music rekindled mine. One who shared her playlists with me, catching me up on the last six years of new music. She brought me back to life.
Then there was one incandescent woman who lived to feel. She was on MFC not for the money. Her token pricing made no sense, was way under what the market would bare. She didn’t care, she liked the sexuality of it all. She would share with the strangers her artwork and poetry. She would sing and hoola. She was as hippy as it gets, and she changed my life. She reminded me how kick ass is to do what you feel. She made me see the world brighter by living in the moment.
And while a countless many gave the over the cam impression that they lived off alcohol and pizza, I learned of the power of yoga and eating well from a few.
By the end of the week, I was listening new kinds of music, meditating more, exercising again, eating better, and the present moment was richer.
An outsider would say, you feel that way because you were falling for these women you don’t know. But they would be right in the wrong way. I did fall for these women, but in the way someone falls into a really good book. I let myself feel, knowing that like a book, MFC should not be confused with my real life.
Yes, MFC women share some very personal thoughts, and even more personal acts with a blinking list of shifting usernames, but in the end, MFC is a job for these very real and amazing women.
So I fell for these women like I fell for Nicolas Spark’s Notebook when I read that as a teenager. Twenty years ago that book made me feel alive. MFC made me feel alive. But I have no illusion that either is a place to find real life connections happen.
The week has ended, and I start back at work. I end my time with MFC. An intense job and raising a child does not mix with MFC, and like the end of a good book, it’s hard to let go. The final change MFC made me was to get off MFC, and pursue my life more.
Thank you and goodbye MFC.
. I'm glad I'm not the only one. I definitely see where this guy is coming from. Cam models have changed lives and this is proof, there is proof all over the internet. I actually read a story about a guy who had some skin disease and said if he had never discovered cam models, he would have probably killed himself because he would have never received a woman's company because he was so self conscious about his skin disease. Pretty cool!
