http://everydaywhorephobia.wordpress.com/2013/07/29/how-i-became-a-client/
and the comments section is and interesting read also....here's a snip...follow the link above...
Those opposed to sex work try to demonise service users, and claim we need protecting from them. This piece challenges the idea they are anything but ordinary men and women. by Dexter Richards
I did something recently with another adult behind closed doors in private. It was legal in the city where I reside. It was also completely consensual, we both chose to be there at that place and time for that specific activity. If after further reading you find you have objections to what happened, that is fine. If those objections are based on your morals, I do not care to hear them. The freedom granted to you to have those morals grants me the same freedom to have mine. No one was harmed, no laws broken, live with it. There, that should take care of some people, the rest no one can appease, ever.
To understand my journey to becoming a client you should know a few things about me. I am a man, 41 years old, have been married 3 times, have 2 children (1 from each of the first two marriages). I live every day with a bipolar disorder that has likely played some roll in my divorces. I am a former Mormon, and therefore have once had very narrow views on sex. I have been single for nearly 2 years now and emotionally alone even longer. Also I am happy with life overall. I have my ups and deep, deep downs, but I am happy. Just lonely for intimate physical contact with a woman. I am straight but do not care what other adults do consensually behind closed doors. They have a right to live their lives by their own moral choices. Basic human rights we all have.
My decision to seek out a sex worker did not happen over night. I have come to accept that I may never have a deep long-term relationship due in part to my mental health issues. My last wife left me while I was in the psych-ward of a hospital (voluntarily) because of a deep depression. She was gone from my life and in another man’s bed before I had a chance to object to what was happening. When she got pregnant I heard from friends. She gave birth to my step-daughter before our divorce could be settled. I am now more than wary of truly opening my heart. You see, that was not the first time this sort of thing has happened to me, just the most recent.
and the comments section is and interesting read also....here's a snip...follow the link above...
Those opposed to sex work try to demonise service users, and claim we need protecting from them. This piece challenges the idea they are anything but ordinary men and women. by Dexter Richards
I did something recently with another adult behind closed doors in private. It was legal in the city where I reside. It was also completely consensual, we both chose to be there at that place and time for that specific activity. If after further reading you find you have objections to what happened, that is fine. If those objections are based on your morals, I do not care to hear them. The freedom granted to you to have those morals grants me the same freedom to have mine. No one was harmed, no laws broken, live with it. There, that should take care of some people, the rest no one can appease, ever.
To understand my journey to becoming a client you should know a few things about me. I am a man, 41 years old, have been married 3 times, have 2 children (1 from each of the first two marriages). I live every day with a bipolar disorder that has likely played some roll in my divorces. I am a former Mormon, and therefore have once had very narrow views on sex. I have been single for nearly 2 years now and emotionally alone even longer. Also I am happy with life overall. I have my ups and deep, deep downs, but I am happy. Just lonely for intimate physical contact with a woman. I am straight but do not care what other adults do consensually behind closed doors. They have a right to live their lives by their own moral choices. Basic human rights we all have.
My decision to seek out a sex worker did not happen over night. I have come to accept that I may never have a deep long-term relationship due in part to my mental health issues. My last wife left me while I was in the psych-ward of a hospital (voluntarily) because of a deep depression. She was gone from my life and in another man’s bed before I had a chance to object to what was happening. When she got pregnant I heard from friends. She gave birth to my step-daughter before our divorce could be settled. I am now more than wary of truly opening my heart. You see, that was not the first time this sort of thing has happened to me, just the most recent.
