Oh, you men, this is such a weighty subject. How very philosophical! Honestly, what is reality? What is the nature of our perceptions? What percentage is in our minds and what percentage is between our legs? Oh, if it wasn’t for the unequal distribution of wealth there would be NO sex trade at all. Or, is there a significant cultural component to this conundrum. Let’s see.
Now, I have recently returned from a sojourn to one of the lesser know Gulf States. Cleo (my fluffy white, talking battle camel) and I where called upon to right some wrongs and bring some of that ol’ American truth and justice to some spoiled rotten male citizen of a centuries old tribal monarchy. This we did, and we did it well; though the evil genie in the magic lamp and a wayward flying carpet did give us a bit of a go for awhile, but I digress…
The point I’m trying to make touches upon something my dearest Moby alluded to; that being expatriates and worldly travels… Now, while Cleo and I were in the Middle East dealing with young, spoiled rotten, upper class Arabs who lead sheltered lives, I-being fair skinned and blue eyed-tried some blond jokes on the local native play boys. There was one particular blond joke that was rather new, short and more amusing than usual. So, I gave it a try. The joke went like this: What do you call “it” when a blond dyes her hair. Answer: artificial intelligence … Well, guess what? The Moslems didn’t crack a smile. They didn’t get it… They didn’t get it because the false cultural bias you/we all have about blonds doesn’t exist inn the Middle East… Now, unlike dear sweet Moby but not unlike many of the-shall we say- less cosmopolitan members of this here rootin-tootin wild western community, these Moslem Arabs were not worldly enough to know what is going on…
In this thread, Moby and Hacker have it more than right. Like it or not, they know what is going on. They are not hallucinating or pontificating. They have their feet firmly grounded in reality. Every girl in this business is an actress/business person who sells and sells and sells. They may act like a slut or an intellectual, but regardless of the character they portray, it is just a fantasy; and they SELL fantasy. They sell sex under the guise of companionship to the lonely, to the horny, to the pathetic, to the frustrated, to the shy, to the drunk, to the bored and to the dissatisfied. If one-or more-of the ladies is skilled enough to make a client perceive the fantasy as real, so be it. They should be paid all the more. God knows they’ve paid their due. God knows they’ve earned it.
There is one born every minute, and those unsophisticates will gladly pay and pay and pay. That’s reality, plain and simple. That’s what this market place is all about.
I love you and I miss you all,
PEACE,
Sheika Fatima
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