Which is why there is a market for Real Dolls. Which opens up a whole bunch of questions... Do they fill them with hot water so it doesn't feel like your fucking a dead hooker in a plastic suit? Do you get a tire repair kit if you have a blow out? If you do have a blow out mid stroke do you fly around the room? 100 years ago the barnyard live stock were good enough for a sad lonely man, now $5000 sex dolls?
When I was in Vegas a teammate of mine experienced a women's company for a bit. He's a totally normal guy, has a family, very chill, very personable. Hes middle aged, and I think he got curious so he tried it out. She was a high class call girl, but he didn't do the GFE. It was about hooking up. He said he made out with her (which kind of grosses me out, seriously imagine where her mouth has been), hooked up and in general said he had a good time. This teammate isn't my friend who infamously now gave the the girl the clap. He's just a guy who I think got bored with marriage. He showed us the girl he paid for, she was attractive. And he enjoyed himself. I think it'll be a one time indulgence for him. Has anyone here hooked up with a cal girl before? I'm sure a few have, I know for a fact someone posted about it before fairly recently. $5000 sex doll? What the hell.
Which makes sense, but when it comes down to it, aren't all forms of hooking subject to - for a few bucks extra - cumming inside? I mean, you could even offer that nice waitress from that restaurant last weeks a few bucks extra to come inside her. She'd probably turn you down and go tell her manager that there was a customer sexually harassing the staff. But the point is, there is theoretically a number at which she'd say yes.
To hell with that argument. You ever think some people don't want the hassle of maintaining a romance? Some guys may be lonely, desperate, and rancid, others are just tired. Maybe they don't give a fuck and don't really care if anyone gives a fuck about them. They're hurt, so they must be unsavory losers? Is it so much more honorable to pick up a stranger off the internet or from a bar?
If the bolded part were true, why would they opt for the GFE instead of the wham-bam-thank-you-I-hope-you're-a-m'am-because-that-adam's-apple-is-looking-prominent-all-of-a-sudden?
To further CJ's point, is there anything more or less honourable in paying a woman for sex than there is being laid for sex? Why are the men procuring these services treated differently than the women who offer them? I mean I know the typical thing is that prostitutes are judged very harshly on a personal level and it's a stigma that can often never go away (as they say, build 1000 bridges, nobody calls you a bridge builder, but you fuck just one goat...) while the johns often don't get the same treatment. But still. Why are the men lonely and desperate and the women entirely without agency?
Shit I know in Cincinnati at least soliciting will get your name on the sex offenders list with your picture mailed to all your neighbors and your address listed on the internet. We used to get the regular flier in the mail all the time for a dude named Clem or some such hick name that was caught soliciting prostitution.
GFE was what I provided, and for the record, sans protection was not a foregone conclusion by any means. Some escorts find it financially beneficial to allow that, but I avoided it like the plague because, well, I didn't want to catch the plague. The idea that lonely = desperate is a foolish one. For some, paying for companionship without the strings that come attached to a relationship or a random hookup (jealousy, constant contact, intertwining of lives, gonorrhea, late night drunk texts, what have you) is worthwhile. And for toddamus, if you've never hooked up with a random bar slag or party girl, I encourage you to continue standing on your germ-free soapbox. However, if you have, please consider where their mouths have been before kindly stepping down. Responsible sex workers are much cleaner and *ahem* responsible than randoms. For what the anecdote is worth, I, as a former sex worker, have never been pregnant, been infected, or angrily called a client at all hours because he never talked to me again after we slept together.
I don't know if you were directing it at my comment but I was just pointing out that men too are publically shamed and looked down on for soliciting. You don't think that hurts a dudes career or life outlook being on the sex offenders list?
The girls I slept with in the Middle East and Singapore while on deployment probably wouldn't be termed anything as classy as "callgirls", although I guess they way they worked was exactly where the term callgirl comes from. You go to the right hotel, you get a room, when you get in the room, the desk calls you to see if you'd like company. They send in five or six girls, you decide which one(s) you want. You pay her for the hour or however long, she goes to give the money to Mama-san, comes back, and you fuck or whatever you want to do for as long as you paid. The GFE, I don't get. If I wanted the GFE, I'd get a fucking girlfriend. The scenario above worked because we were on deployment. If you're only in port for two or three days before going back out to sea, you don't want to take the risk of not getting laid by whatever girl you work on at the bars or whatever. So as soon as you get into port, you go get fucked. Then, that tension is gone for the rest of the port visit. You can just relax with your friends. Here's something I wrote about it back in 2004.
I mostly see two issues with prostitution: 1) STD risk - Nothing is 100% effective, especially against things like HPV. There is the risk that the woman/man and the John/Jane knowingly take as well as the risk to their partners. (Disclosure, cheating, etc, I know, but I think it's hard to argue that people engaging in prostitution (the buyers as well as the the sellers) aren't at a higher risk than the population as a whole). 2) Exploitation - While plenty of people choose to exchange sex for money, completely of their own volition, prostitution leads to exploitation in a lot of situations. The risk of violence is also obviously very concerning. I don't really have any moral issues with it, but there are some undeniable risk factors.
I imagine the appeal of the GFE is that you have it for one day without any expectation of ongoing responsibility. I can see the appeal of taking a girl out to dinner and such, going home, fucking her brains out, and engaging in a little pillow talk, only to walk away no strings attached the next day. Sure, you could get a girlfriend, but the girlfriend will be there tomorrow and expect the same of you, whereas the GFE prostitute will not. Counter-argument: this applies to all non-monogamous sex. And to a certain degree, to monogamous sex, since you never know with absolute certain whether your partner has strayed. I agree about the exploitation point, however. One can never be 100% sure about the degree to which the person on the other side is there out of legitimate choice.
Thank you. People trust their partners by default, which is much more foolish than trusting someone who has built a business out of the act and thus will suffer the consequences of transmitting disease both physically and financially.
Does no one read between the parentheses? Regardless of the level of precaution, I think people racking up a higher number of partners in a short period of time are at higher risk, and I think it's fair to assume that the average person selling sex is accumulating partners faster than the average sexually active adult. Condoms break, skin touches, things happen.
And...there are tornadoes on the ground south of me in zeroing in on Duck Hill and Winona. Where ever the fuck they are. It looks like about 50 miles south. Is it wrong that when they mentioned Winona, I automatically assumed that Winona Judd had become so huge that she was issued her own Zip Code? As far as prostitutes go, I'm lucky my dick didn't spontaneously combust when I was in my 20's. I played in a bar band and I'm pretty sure it would've been far safer sticking my dick in a petri-dish filled with an angry colony of festering genital warts then what I was putting it into. Jesus. It scares me sometimes that something as yet undiscovered may be hibernating in my body just waiting for the perfect moment to blow my dick up like a weather balloon. If you ever spot a redneck floating above your town under a giant dick shaped balloon, you'll know that karma has decided it's time to punch my ticket. And the thunder has started rolling outside. A smart man would head for cover, I'm just going to crack another beer. When faced with the choice of dying as a dick-like UFO or in a tornado, I think a building falling on me is the more respectable choice for my legacy.