In the words of Saul Bellow

'I've never yet turned over a fig leaf that didn't have a price tag on the other side.'



short and sweet like the best commercial sex.
(austen, Thu 26 Jan 2006, 11:10, Reply)

She's NOT a whore.
A few years ago me and my girlfriend went up-country to that London to see REM. We'd got a super-cheap hotel in Kings Cross.

Now, both being born-and-bred Devonians, neither of us knew much about that London, or the reputation that Kings Cross has.

We saw the gig, and headed back to the hotel, my gf all dolled up to look good on the off-chance Micheal Stipe will spot her in the audience.

Walking through reception the receptionist,(a different one to when we'd arrived) stopped us.
'You can't take her in here!' to me, gesturing to my girlfriend.
'Why not?'
'Because we don't allow it sir'
'Allow what?'
'Ah, extra guests.'
'She's with me!'
'Ah, yes sir, but we don't allow that.'
'Right. Allow what?'
'Ah sir, I think we both know what I'm referring to.'
'Um, actually no....'

It took a long and painfully embarrasing conversation to realise that the receptionist thought my girlfriend was a whore I'd just picked up.

Somehow my gf decided that this was my fault.

I'm still a bit confused about it now.
(inflateable, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 21:54, Reply)

The government should put more money towards councelling services and drug rehabilitation programs
Most studies have shown that working as a prositute or useing a prostitue is not very good for mental (or pysical) health.

Both providers and users have been identified statistically as more at risk than other people. They are more likely to be the victim or perpertrator of assult, suicide or drug abuse. There also more likely to suffer from low self esteem and depression. Statistically, ther'e not really the happiest of people.

Either way they probably all need a nice cup of tea and some counselling. I'd like to see the government put more money towards councelling services and drug rehabilitation programs, for both providers and users who are seeking assistance.

These people are our most vunerable citizens. It's easy to judge and lable people, when you are in a comfortable position yourself, but the only thing that stands between most people and desperation is a supportive network of freinds and family. People who will look after you if you fall on difficulat times and encorage you. Something that these people often don't have.
(rattus, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 19:28, Reply)

yeah... with extreme cases of cystitis over the years...
...which causes ridiculous pain and makes you wee blood... so yeah... worth it? A firm no.

Sub note: in year 10 at school (oh, aged around 15), my favourite teacher, Mr Kennedy (who was a young, funky teacher) told me that I'd make a great high class hooker - in all seriousness - after looking at pictures of me at a party from that previous weekend...

It's kinda stuck on my mind since... but not sure the cash would out weigh the pain of a perma-cystitis-attack... Ouch ouch...
(MsRosalita, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 17:06, Reply)

not with money... but yes
probably going to win an award for dorkiest entry..

had a party one new years (2003), my parents went away.. invited a shitload of people to cram into my small suburban home to get drunk, talk shit and generally make mess..

to skip to where the story gets interesting again, i met a friend of a friend, shes cute enough, drunk enough, and keen, so we head to my bedroom.. she looks at my collection of pop culture shit, dvds and video games, oohs and ahhs here and there.. and eventually things start to heat up

things were going well.. making out and what not and being brazen (read: drunk) enough i start to shift things into another gear..

but no! ive been denied, i look at her perplexed (and to be honest, upset) and she says to me;

"how bad do you want this?"

i reply "what do you mean?"

"what are you going to give me in return for this?" she retorts.

to spare what little dignity i can retain out of this, i say something crude about oral sex out of confusion.

she continues, "no i mean, what can you GIVE me?"

"im.. not paying you money if thats what your getting at?"

"well what about that?"

she motions with her head over to an object on my desk... i sigh and give in, we continue with our drunken, awkward sexual escapde, i end up accidentally squirting my buisness on her jeans and she doesnt notice until much later, we head back to the party and dont talk, the whole ordeal lasting only just over 45 minutes.

oh, the object? a nintendo entertainment system, thats right.. a NES. i didnt even give her all my games...

you know the saddest part? i'd probabbly give it up to play smash tv right now.

*sigh*
(ru-fi-OH!, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 16:22, Reply)

When i lived
in a land far far a way (peel street - off spring bank in hull, lovely place for yardies and whatnot)

I used to live in a cardboard box of flats, the joy of housing associations...

everynight the girl in the back flats used to come outside and stand in my alleyway, and we would watch with horror as some bloke would pick her up in his car and park opposite our windows while she gave him head.

wonderful.

i also went to amsterdam recently, i think i missed the red light district.
(Salbo_baggins, Wed 25 Jan 2006, 13:03, Reply)