We've all heard stories of a young greenhorns in the ol' west going to the local bordello to become a man. Maybe even good old dad giving them $20 back in the day to get the deed done.
An amusing depiction of this coming of age was in the HBO series Rome. Atia, mother of Octavian (later became Caesar Augustus) put it this way to her son: "You *will* penetrate someone today, or I will burn your wretched books at the yard!" Different times, but those were the days when mom would rather see you come home dead, carried back on your shield with honour, than return home alive but in disgrace.
Having had an epiphany of sorts recently with a very pleasant SP, I came away from the experience full of confidence, transformed, feeling in control and like I could do no wrong - maybe it's all bullshit but I don't care. In under an hour she taught me things that a decade of marriage never did. I never thought I would resort to this, but it finally made sense to me, the time was right and life is short. No regrets, other than not having done this sooner, or perhaps regrets of not having someone else pushing me to do it or otherwise shape me. Next time I see her, or any SP for that matter, I hope I can properly express my appreciation - I don't think I have any illusions about their work, but like a magic act, while I might want to understand how the trick works, knowing too much might ruin it. Unless I see otherwise, I have to assume the compensation is appropriate, and that SPs are inclined to provide these services which are just as caring, nurturing and healing (YMMV) as non-sexual professions, and certainly deserving of at least as much respect.
Anyway, hoping I won't need to threaten to burn any wretched books
An amusing depiction of this coming of age was in the HBO series Rome. Atia, mother of Octavian (later became Caesar Augustus) put it this way to her son: "You *will* penetrate someone today, or I will burn your wretched books at the yard!" Different times, but those were the days when mom would rather see you come home dead, carried back on your shield with honour, than return home alive but in disgrace.
Having had an epiphany of sorts recently with a very pleasant SP, I came away from the experience full of confidence, transformed, feeling in control and like I could do no wrong - maybe it's all bullshit but I don't care. In under an hour she taught me things that a decade of marriage never did. I never thought I would resort to this, but it finally made sense to me, the time was right and life is short. No regrets, other than not having done this sooner, or perhaps regrets of not having someone else pushing me to do it or otherwise shape me. Next time I see her, or any SP for that matter, I hope I can properly express my appreciation - I don't think I have any illusions about their work, but like a magic act, while I might want to understand how the trick works, knowing too much might ruin it. Unless I see otherwise, I have to assume the compensation is appropriate, and that SPs are inclined to provide these services which are just as caring, nurturing and healing (YMMV) as non-sexual professions, and certainly deserving of at least as much respect.
Anyway, hoping I won't need to threaten to burn any wretched books
