No Rules
Thoughts grown out of a conversation or two; I’ve recently been talking to one of my girlfriends about escorts – paid sex workers for you naïve uninitiated. Before I go any further I feel that I should note that it seems as tho escorts have become the popular topic of sorts – they’re everywhere – and everyone it seems is talking about them. From the hooker outed for screwing a governor to the mother watching her television in horror as the realization of — “That’s my daughter!” — rips her open with the icy cold efficiency of a speculum. Then throw in the all too predictable interview with a porn star and you’ve got an American Sex Trifecta; the john, the slut, and the beauty queen. Hmmm… maybe I could sell that title? But the point is – these stories are everywhere (the truths, the half-truths, the lies and the hoaxes) and we seem to be insatiable when it comes to them.
Tho what I want to know: What ever happened to girl meets boy, boy buys girl some flowers, and… oh nevermind… such fanciful niceties don’t quite seem en vogue these days do they?
My first caveat: I am in no way making any judgment or have any opinion about the lives of sex workers. It’s your life – make your own choices.
My second caveat: I have never been a paid sex worker, so my opinions are formed from observations, reading, and most importantly, listening.
I’ve explored a few of these ideas in different contexts; first here when I wrote about monogamy, and then again here when I wrote about the power of female sexual energy – and I think I’ve started to form a theory for both why men seek out and pay prostitutes, and why there seems to be a growth spurt in the sex for hire industry.
My first thought: It would seem to me that if we can accept that men compete for female sexual energy, that the idea of a man having sex with a woman with which he has no responsibility to would create an atmosphere which dispenses with the perfect logic of: I have the pussy, I make the rules. With a hooker there are no male-female dynamic rules to get in the way of the sex, it’s simply a business transaction. One person pays, the other person services. Neat and simple.
My second thought: As having once been a young and impressionable girl, I recognize that the young and impressionable girls of today are susceptible to a host of influences which did not exist when I was their age. I don’t think it’s a Pretty Woman halo effect at work here – but rather an access and availability effect. When I was in my late teens to early twenties, there was no internet per se, very few people had cell phones, there was no MySpace, no blogosphere, no Craigslist, and prostitution was limited to either cruising the streets or needing to be ‘in the know’ of where and how to procure the services of a high end call girl.
Now – any girl with a digital camera, some basic internet knowledge and a connection can advertise herself and her sexual skills for sale. And somehow we seem to have made all of this seem perfectly normal and acceptable behaviors by continuously glamorizing the salacious aspects of the sex trade. And to the young and impressionable girl of today – she sees one pretty girl doing it and making money and seemingly having this great life and she wonders… why can’t I do that too? Or maybe better put: Why shouldn’t I do that too?
Without offering a judgment, I think it’s fair statement to say that ‘most’ of us don’t want to grow up to be hookers.
But maybe some of this really does have to do with changing attitudes about sex and sexuality. I said to my girlfriend that I could never do it because for me, separating the physical from the emotional is an impossibility – and I’m not entirely sure how any woman does that - I simply know that I cannot.
The best example I have is what happened to me after I got divorced. I dated several different men, and yes I had sex with them, but something was always missing. They were all good to me, one even bought me expensive things, took me on trips and gave me money – tho it was never anything so forward as I’ll suck your cock for 100 bucks – but the subtlety was still there. Throughout that entire period in time all I wanted was to be back with my husband, and I knew that no matter who I wound up with, if anyone, my heart would always be somewhere else – but I still fucked them didn’t I?
I wonder now as I think about all of those relationships; is this how we begin to separate that which makes love and sex special between two people? Or have we reached the tipping point where the sex that can be easily acquired with minimal effort and a decent bank account is more satisfying (or less complicated) than the relationships we actually have to work at. I don’t know for sure. We have sex with men we don’t love every single day – maybe your next door neighbors – maybe even you. If there’s any one truth that I’ve learned in life it’s this: a woman can live with a lot of things.
Tho if I were to believe half of what I read… but then again… we’ve already crossed that bridge, haven’t we?
Enjoy your Thursday







Then of course there are “spectacles” created by people who can be grouped into the category of “attention whores”, people whose lives are empty and they have a need to draw attention to themselves by any means necessary (think JT Leroy and Lonelygirl15).
Let’s start with something obvious first. How do we know that person’s mom knows? From that person herself. I question why anyone would want to share that with any public set of wandering eyes. It doesn’t make sense to me. And her interview is a 180-degree turn from what she’s said for a long time. It doesn’t make sense.
I’m no expert, but these “high-end” call girls always like to avoid public situations like this. Again, it doesn’t make sense.
Even the alleged Belle de Jour in the UK maintains a low profile even though she’s written a book and inspired a tv series. She’s taken precautions to stay out of the public eye.
Again, like I said, I’m no expert here, but something doesn’t add up.
And something else that I’m finding amusing as I “read around” (yep, I’m a two-timing bastard
lmao), is that some younger women are writing about how their boyfriends, ex-boyfriends, etc are handling them envelopes with money for manicures & pedicures in return for blowjobs and “longer sessions”.
I’m all for sex-workers’ rights. It’s the biggest waste of taxpayer money trying to enforce since the $3T War on Drugs that’s made a lot of people in the prison industry and other ancillary industries rich.