Another marvelous sunset in La Paz

Operators reveal all to photographer Phillip Toledano about the needs and desires of their customers—and why eating a peach mimics cunnilingus.
I picked that up while skimming my daily RSS feed notifications. It's actually a pretty good read and interesting to see what makes folks tick. (in a investigative way)

One of the phonesex operators, a 60 years old with a BA in Cultural Anthropology from Columbia University made the remark:
"They call to masturbate. 
I call it 'Executive Stress Relief.' 
It's not sex; it's a cocktail of testosterone, fueled by addiction to pornography, loneliness, and the need to hear a woman's voice. 
I make twice the money I made in the corporate world."
In his book Toledano has photographed nearly thirty phonesex operators in the intimate setting of their own homes, a glimpse into the reality of a fantasy created by the operator’s voice and the caller’s imagination.
"There is a contract that exists between phonesex operators and the people who call. It is a contract of self-delusion.

Considered the smallest desert on this planet is an area near Port Edward, KZN, South Africa. No need to explain where the name comes fom, right... :)

Just a few words as "filler" so the blog opens :)