Playing pool is a wonderful analogy for how the world operates in terms of variables. Well, usually in terms of scientific research variables but what is life if not a series of experiments which help one determine truths about reality and how best to operate within these truths?
Anyways, as such each individual a separate pool table on a separate surface with a unique set of balls (
) okay...move on...The point is no game played on each pool table will be exactly the same, even if played by the same player.
As such, each person, provider and client, has a different perspective on what this particular job entails. I know when I lived in Vancouver and women would occasionally stumble in front of my car as I passed certain areas looking to give $10 blowjobs because they needed heroin, not even noticing I was female. I thought, fucking hell, that's really sad. Aside from the faces, some of them weren't that bad looking either. But some drugs particularly suck hard as far as addictiveness goes, so there they were. I thank the great FSM for keeping me off the white horse, but I don't look down upon them. I think that every person deserves to be treated with dignity. Plus, I don't know what brought them there, what their life was like.
Maybe if I had had the same life I'd be offering $5 blowjobs.
I've known a pretty rich kaleidoscope of disparate characters, from people so rich they have heated marble floors in their 1000sq ft garage to my friend Mel, who sat outside of Granville street Skytrain station with a sign that said "Jesus Loves You" and a hat. He would just sit there and wish everyone a nice day as they got on or off the Skytrain. He made more money than the average person working minimum wage.
But there are many different people in this particular profession, clients and providers, and each person comes from a very different life experience, as unique as the fibers on the surface of a pool table. The light shines on all of our balls in different ways as well.
A spec floating in infinity is all any of us are, yet our feelings and perspective take on such monumental importance in the certainly finite space of our minds.
Death, loss, and new beginnings make a person realize what's really important, and what isn't.
Connections with people are important, and humanity is really our only business. What does anything matter alone in a vacuum? I've tried it, it's terrible. And dusty.
It really does bother me though how irrelevant and illogical ethical concepts based on stories told by bands of wandering desert tribesmen, written on scraps of paper at some point and the compiled into a book by a Roman emperor (the most trustworthy of sorts) determines that all of this is "wrong" somehow. Why would sex be wrong? It's like saying eating is wrong, or exercising is wrong, scratching an itch is wrong. It's nonsensical and illogical and whenever a mass of people mindlessly follow a command that is both nonsensical and illogical it is called brainwashing. And the people have become drones.
So why would having sex with more than one person be "wrong"? Is this why this whole industry exists? Because outdated and misguided religious ideals have created generation after generation of sexually frustrated men and women?
I think if there weren't these strange invisible barriers that stop most women from being able to have sex with whomever they want and men could also let go of the idea that women who like sex are "bad" and that women are possessions to be owned and controlled, a lot of jealousy, anger, kids with broken lives and general unhappiness could be avoided.
But we're not there yet.
Or maybe they'll finally make fucking illegal, or selling, or both.
Anyways, as such each individual a separate pool table on a separate surface with a unique set of balls (
) okay...move on...The point is no game played on each pool table will be exactly the same, even if played by the same player. As such, each person, provider and client, has a different perspective on what this particular job entails. I know when I lived in Vancouver and women would occasionally stumble in front of my car as I passed certain areas looking to give $10 blowjobs because they needed heroin, not even noticing I was female. I thought, fucking hell, that's really sad. Aside from the faces, some of them weren't that bad looking either. But some drugs particularly suck hard as far as addictiveness goes, so there they were. I thank the great FSM for keeping me off the white horse, but I don't look down upon them. I think that every person deserves to be treated with dignity. Plus, I don't know what brought them there, what their life was like.
Maybe if I had had the same life I'd be offering $5 blowjobs.
I've known a pretty rich kaleidoscope of disparate characters, from people so rich they have heated marble floors in their 1000sq ft garage to my friend Mel, who sat outside of Granville street Skytrain station with a sign that said "Jesus Loves You" and a hat. He would just sit there and wish everyone a nice day as they got on or off the Skytrain. He made more money than the average person working minimum wage.
But there are many different people in this particular profession, clients and providers, and each person comes from a very different life experience, as unique as the fibers on the surface of a pool table. The light shines on all of our balls in different ways as well.
A spec floating in infinity is all any of us are, yet our feelings and perspective take on such monumental importance in the certainly finite space of our minds.
Death, loss, and new beginnings make a person realize what's really important, and what isn't.
Connections with people are important, and humanity is really our only business. What does anything matter alone in a vacuum? I've tried it, it's terrible. And dusty.
It really does bother me though how irrelevant and illogical ethical concepts based on stories told by bands of wandering desert tribesmen, written on scraps of paper at some point and the compiled into a book by a Roman emperor (the most trustworthy of sorts) determines that all of this is "wrong" somehow. Why would sex be wrong? It's like saying eating is wrong, or exercising is wrong, scratching an itch is wrong. It's nonsensical and illogical and whenever a mass of people mindlessly follow a command that is both nonsensical and illogical it is called brainwashing. And the people have become drones.
So why would having sex with more than one person be "wrong"? Is this why this whole industry exists? Because outdated and misguided religious ideals have created generation after generation of sexually frustrated men and women?
I think if there weren't these strange invisible barriers that stop most women from being able to have sex with whomever they want and men could also let go of the idea that women who like sex are "bad" and that women are possessions to be owned and controlled, a lot of jealousy, anger, kids with broken lives and general unhappiness could be avoided.
But we're not there yet.
Or maybe they'll finally make fucking illegal, or selling, or both.
