I’ve got the luxury of some downtime at the moment so I spent the better part of the morning just surfing t’Internet, you know, as you do. And I came across this totally compelling article about hipster prostitutes in New York City. I mean, I sat there in one sitting and read the whole damn thing, totally spellbound. Later EPI and I went out for a walk around the golf course in gale-force winds and I breathlessly re-told the entire story and he hung on my every word, even when I was forced to interrupt it because the effort of struggling against the wind and speaking at the same time was just too much.
I stand self-consciously before the madam in my underwear. “You’ve got a great ass, but your tits are too small, frankly,” she observes. Then she adds decisively, “I’m thinking $950 an hour.”
Just now, when I went back to find the link, I happened to look at some of the comments that accompany the article, and I’m finding them just as fascinating as the article itself. Particularly the fact vs. fiction debate … it did occur to me several times that this might just be a well-written piece of fiction. Several people draw parallels between this article and the Happy Hooker – which was a pretty famous novel in the 70s as I recall – and today, of course, we have Belle du Jour. Seems that the myth of the hooker who loves her work keeps being recycled and dressed up modern garb. – I particularly enjoyed the comments by the ‘real’ sex workers and their take on the whole thing.
Personally I think a woman who turns tricks for money can’t retain her spiritual integrity for long. The same goes for a man, for that matter. We just aren’t built for it – you can’t separate the spirit from the body in that way and not pay a price. And you pay a higher fee the longer you continue. That’s not a moral judgment, it’s just fact. I know there are people out there who don’t agree, even sex workers, who will maintain until the bitter end that it’s no sweat, just a job, even that they like sex so much that it’s the perfect occupation for them. I don’t buy it. Eventually they will have to find a way to numb themselves.
What do you think? Is the happy hooker just a myth, or is it possible to approach it as a job – and even enjoy it? I’d be interested in your views.
THE WIND HAS DIED DOWN
Thankfully – it was pretty hairy there for a while today. I actually waited until 3 pm to go out or until I could stand it no more – was getting a severe case of cabin fever. I’m an oxygen fanatic … deprive me of my oxygen and I start to snarl. Currently we have 11°C [52F], sunrise was at 6.02, sunset at 8.53.