The more I think on it, the more undeniable it is that I’ve changed. Can’t go back and I’m not so certain where to move forward from here.
They say it’s a man’s world, but I refuse to accept this pompous notion. I think maybe this world does harm to men too but they’re unable to realize the extent due to being razzled by all of its glitter and intoxicated by its rotting fruits.
I don’t want to defend pornography, not because porn in and of itself is wrong per se but because everything seems to have become pornographic these days. And while I do continue to defend prostitution, it’s being pulled into that same sinkhole, distorted and distorting everything around it. The institution of marriage is dissected and gutted, rendering it little more than just another tit-for-tat, “don’t ask, don’t tell” agreement. Relationships within our “ME ME ME” society are diluted in an effort to extract the “drama” and reduce controversy, viewing “other” people as inconveniences to be managed, stifling the social magic in favor of expediency and utility.
How does one accept this? How does one make a living in this sort of world without selling out all scruples and ethics? How honest of a profession is prostitution anymore, now that I can see clearly after the storm?
It’s not prostitution’s fault…something snapped inside me. And it’s not prostitution I run from but people and the ignorant notion that all others were put on this earth expressly for one’s own benefit, to use as seen fit and discarded afterward as little more than human trash.
Some say I should focus instead on writing projects, but what audience remains worth talking to? Better yet, what could I possibly have to say that anyone else gives a damn to hear?
Time for a non-escorting appointment now.
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wakemenow said
But how many jobs are honest anymore? Seems prostitution is no worse than most and certainly is better than plenty. Boils down to a matter of perspective.