I did have an girlfriend who was only amorous after receiving gifts. So yeah, I’ve been with a real pro and it sucked.
Hear, hear. I’ve never indulged, but I participated in a newspaper project over 20 years ago that allowed me to interview a number of prostitutes. There were several reporters on the project. We all came to the conclusion that prostitution unfailingly victimizes the prostitute.
Me and two buddies went to a casino for the weekend in a northern city that is lesser known than Vegas and Atlantic City. We actually managed to win a good amount of money while getting extraordinarily drunk. We made the decision that we must spend our winnings that night in total debauchery.
Back in one of our rooms, we opened the Yellow Pages to the Escorts section. Having a lot of money we intended to blow, we ordered up 6 escorts (2 each) to come to our room . The 6 that showed up at our door were definitely not the A-list escorts so instead of 2 each, we sent 3 home because they were just too… undesireable, and kept the 3 best looking ones who really were more than attractive for our needs.
One friend took his girl back to his room. Another friend stayed in the living room area with his girl while I went to the bedroom with my girl.
Once there alone, I got a big old dose of sobriety and the reality that I’m in a room with a prostitute and I just could not go through with it. This was just not my thing, not at all. I gave her the money and we just hung out for the next hour in the room so I didn’t “lose face” with the guys.
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Twice as I was getting gas on MacArthur Blvd. when I lived in Oakland a woman came up to me and said, “Do you wanna date?” That didn’t seem like a very artful way to go about it, but then I can’t really imagine anything better.
And if you see a woman on Sunset Blvd. in Hollywood at 11:00pm wearing a short skirt and not going anywhere in particular, you can be pretty sure she’s a prostitute.
Unfailingly? Were any of your subjects legally sanctioned sex workers? Did they have a labor union or professional association?
We learned during Prohibition that the primary effect of leaving normal human behavior unregulated was to give more power to the unethical, greedy and violent. I contend that the victimization of prostitutes stems from our inclination to moralize about other people’s sexual behavior.
Yes, many if not most prostitutes today worldwide are victimized and often horribly so. Do we think we can make it better by being officially offended by commercial sexuality?
Why do Columbian coca harvesters live in mortal fear, while workers at New Jersey pharmaceutical labs do not?
The come-on I described was infinitely better at getting the point across, and didn’t require a trite euphemism.
I never have and don’t know that I could. But as others have said, I think it should be legal. People pay me for the use of my mind, why shouldn’t a person be allowed to charge for the use of his/her body?
Men want, more than anything, to believe that trafficking in women can somehow be a good thing for the women. Inevitably, it is not. Given a real choice, no woman will choose to trade the sexual exploitation of her body for money. They make that choice only when the other options are even more demeaning. But the idea that prostitution can somehow be a “respectable” profession is a male fantasy.
We’ve discussed this on the GD board more than once and I have never read any logic, reasoning or “happy hooker” anecdotes that can overturn the facts I gathered during my conversations with prostitutes. I’m not judging the morality of anyone’s sexual predilictions; I’m judging the immorality of trafficking in human beings.
I have no problem with paying someone for the use of his/her body. I’ve spent many hours hammering nails, digging foundations, leveling concrete and hanging sheetrock, all of which were almost pure physical labor. So yes, I’ll trade physical work for money, people do that all the time and it’s a very respectable way to earn the daily wage. And none of it involves penetrating my body with part of someone else’s body. Call me old-fashioned and judgemental, but the penetration part makes it a completely different matter.
Preach it, Sunrazor!
When I was younger I wanted to be a prostitute (yes, i am being serious here) but I was too scared of being thrown in jail. I love sex & at that time the idea of being paid for something i like to do and can be pretty damn good at without any emotional attachment - I would’ve done it.
Other than the human trafficing, I don’t have a moral issue with prostitution itself. I could see how if I were a single guy traveling for business, a prostitute would be ideal. I mean chances are I’m not going to find a girl in a bar or club in a strange city and get her to sleep with me that night. Plus maybe I don’t want the emotional baggage in the morning after one-night stand. I just want a quick blowjob before I prepare for tomorrow’s presentation.
The only concern I would have though is STDs. This girl might have gone through half a dozen guys today alone.
I would not be opposed to the idea of women giving me $50 a piece to blow me.
Never been to one, never had the desire. If it comes to the point of paying for it or going without…well just shoot me. Though I have been offered money (both before and after the act).
You are not alone. A couple of years ago before I met my girlfriend, on a whim I put an ad on Craigslist that was titled something like “Seeking beautiful lady to fulfill a Pretty Woman fantasy.” I couldn’t believe the response that I received. I’m not one to post too many details of my personal life but let’s just say that I consider that to be one of the best ideas of my life and I had more than one unforgettable experience.
What makes a BJ from a French hooker bad? Too much elision?
I had to check to see what forum we were in. For a minute I thought we were in Great Debates. I see we are where I thought we were: IMHO. That being the case, I leave you to your opinion - and will continue to stick with mine. That is the nature of opinions and polls.
I find the notion that prostitution “unfailingly” victimizes the prostitute to be ludicrous. Back before I was married, I certainly indulged in Thailand. Pardon me for being politically incorrect, but I have no regrets at all. None whatsoever. The girls were a lot of fun! It was not a brothel setup, but rather the bars; we’d all go running around together. I still remember the warm feeling whenever a girl said she did not want any money because we’d become friends. It’s a different situation over here; people who have never been here simply cannot imagine it. The wife knows all about my sordid past and is fine with it, too. And I have her permission to continue doing it! “Just don’t bring home any diseases,” she tells me. But you know what? I simply don’t feel the need to. Funny that there are girls slicing off their guys’ penises for it, and my lady says I can, but I don’t want to. It’s really true that sex becomes so mundane when you’re saturated with it; I never would have believed it as a teenager in Texas, but it’s true. I still see a lot of the girls working in the bars, but we only chat these days. A different set of girls now, of course.
Plus I popped my cherry at age 17 in West Texas with a Hispanic hooker who was a dead ringer for Claude Akins.
On a related note: A friend of mine published a book detailing his big love affair in the mid-1970s with a transvestite prostitute in Singapore named Milly. It’s a good read, called Singapore Girl, but I thought it awfully brave of him, and the book is very explicit. He’s happily married in Thailand these days with children and even grandchildren, been here 31 years now. As the end of the book relates, my friend was Milly’s big love in life. Milly eventually settled down with a Frenchman and lived with him for decades in a couple of countries but never forgot my friend. Sadly, Milly jumped to her death from a high-rise in Singapore about three or four years ago. The Frenchman contacted my friend. Milly had seen news reports of my friend, because he has acquired a degree of local fame through his writings, and the Frenchman knew that Milly still carried a flame for my friend. My friend has assured me over late-night beers that he has not exaggerated the story.
That happenned to me twice in Durham, NC. I sincerely thought I was helping a nice girl in distress. [missing a tooth, but I believed in distress…]
Won’t happen again, as now I’m wise to it. Nice guy I am, but idiot no longer…
I’ve both frequented prostitutes and once hired myself out as one. At the time I felt it was in general worth the expense to hire them (otherwise I wouldn’t have done it) although there were of course variations in the quality of the experience. I didn’t find that price made that much of a difference; the least satisfying experience I had was the most expensive, whereas the lower-priced guys (perhaps because they were local) were often superior. I was getting laid for free during the time I was hiring, but I would hire them because a) it was a sure thing and b) a couple of them I genuinely enjoyed their company and we became friendly (or at least pseudo-friendly, as friendly as a professional sex worker is going to get with a client while not being expressly paid).
Would I hire one now? Sure, why not, I have no ethical objection to prostitution and whores have to eat too.
Unquestionably.
Just a side note. Your comment reminded me that even Thai hookers hire male prostitutes. There are certain bars here where the female Thai prostitutes will go late at night if they’ve finished working, bars where the guys are for hire, but it’s not a gay scene. They’re there for the ladies. The clientele is older ladies and younger prostitutes who want to have some of their own fun.