Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Stupid whore, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
The fine men working and planning life out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Just a broken hoe

You've whored and turned tricks, day and night, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Just a shiftless hoe

You never turned around to see the frowns on wise men in all the towns
When they all saw the shit from you
Never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't insult mankind as if they're all tricks for you
You used to ride on the chrome domes with their rolls of fat
And fucked lowlife thugs wearing a lame pimp hat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
They really weren't where it's at
After they pawed you over and made the whore pig squeal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Just a lowlife hoe

Honest men of principle, the real pretty people
They're all drinkin', knowing that they got it made
Invested in land and stocks
But you'd better take your gold tooth, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At the miscreant in rags and the ebonics that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When ain't you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Just a broken hoe

Tell you what; I'll tell you how it feels just as soon as you tell me how it feels to be a dickless troll. Deal?

Ladies, I know many of you are taking care of biz and many are not. This should be a short-term biz if you invest a good portion of your earnings. I mean we all have habits, but you can do it. There are many ways to be free if that's want you are striving for. For those of you not with the program yet, don't be a broken ho.

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-- Modified on 9/21/2005 10:33:29 PM

You've got the right attitude HandsFree; so many people just assume we're *all* like the stereotype buddy posted above. In this day and age, that's ridiculous.

-- Modified on 9/21/2005 10:37:36 PM

Red, I have seen ladies in this biz whose love of clothes, booze, and other recreational additives prevents them from ever becoming what they are capable of. I mean, looks fade, and some boobs drop, and even your best clients will tire of your stroke and you can only get so much out of a human body and brain. Sure, you can cheat time, but doesn't time cheat you? Do you miss the intimacy of someone who loves you for you and not the money you make?  I have met ladies in this biz who make 8 to 10 grand a week, some probably a lot more, but I see very few of them use this to escape the biz because they are too busy living. I don't buy that women "love" or even like this job. They like the money, the freedom, and yes some get off on the sex. Sure, people walk away from this biz every day, some un-scarred by the journey, others, broken, distraught and hellava lot worse off than when they came in. It's hard enough being a woman even in this day, try being a 30 or 40 something with no other skills than what'e between your legs. I mean even Larry Flynnt gets it. He said once in an interview, "whoever controls the PUSSY controls the world." From my vantage point, the porn, the agencies, the internet, the slave trade are more than likely controlled by men. What this says to me that even as in independent, it is a zero sum game.

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-- Modified on 9/21/2005 11:25:39 PM

"Do you miss the intimacy of someone who loves you for you and not the money you make?"

Personally, I don't associate with the kind of people who love a woman for the money she makes. And I sure the *hell* ain't supporting nobody's lazy ass. That's not a man - that's a pimp.

"I don't buy that women "love" or even like this job."

That's sad. But I do understand where that might come from. The much harsher attitude of LE in the US makes everything more risky and the stress much higher than maybe it is in my city.

"It's hard enough being a woman even in this day, try being a 30 or 40 something with no other skills than what'e between your legs."

Almost every escort I know has a university education. Too bad society is quite willing to throw money at what's between our legs rather than pay decent wages in our fields of study.

I control my pussy. No tickee no laundry. Sounds like that puts me in the catbird seat.

I like my job because it gives me options; part of that's the money, but the money just means the freedom of escaping wage slavery and being able to pursue interests in things that won't pay me a dime.

Me, I really don't give a damn about designer clothes, don't drink and drugs are frankly, just stupid. Why the hell would I give up my free will to some idiot dealer? My money's going into a future in  real estate flipping after I've retired. I've worked hard to get here; nobody or nothing gets in the way of me controlling my own destiny for very long; and anybody who tries is a fool.

As more and more women realise just how much pussy power they have, that stereotype will change, but probably not for the better; there's nobody some men hate more than the woman who's got her own.

Oh well. So it is...but it hasn't stopped strong ladies before, and it won't stop us now.

First, this is a really bad parody of a really good song.  

Second, if you have so much energy and imagination, why not put it to use for people or causes who really need it, like children with AIDS in Africa, instead of taking pot shots at folks who never did you any harm?

Has this become a forum for the Christian Right?

Dylan should sue your ass off.

You have just mangled up my most favorite song of all time. Bob Dylan would be so pissed at you for the parody

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be all alone
You should lose your home
Your're a complete unknown
Just a fucked-up Joe


-- Modified on 9/22/2005 3:29:14 AM

Imagining putrifying misery to feed your anger?

I think your fantasy of a suffering, broken hoes to be the most heinous perversion to raise its ugly head in this forum.  And it is not even clever or rhythmic enough to make a rap.

http://www.jokes.thefunnybone.com/waves/asshole1.wav



Jeers!

-- Modified on 9/22/2005 2:27:44 PM

You know, I'm a woman and not a provider. Never have been, never will be. Whatever problems I have with "the hobby" certainly are not moral ones, and in the words of the cliche "some of my best friends were providers back in the day."

So while I can't deny that sometimes it happens that way, I have to say; whatever problems you have with it, handling them by pulling stunts like this is just wrong. Grow up.

Yes, the poster is probably one happy meal away from the nut house, but I was wondering what your interest in the hobby? Client? Passer-by? Budding Novelist looking for fodder? DO tell.

Long story and not sure I have a particular answer. But I'll try to answer as truthfully as I can.

Most recently I was toying with the idea of DATY from a provider. I've never been afraid of using, or enjoying, the fantasy of it with a male partner. But I began to wonder if it wasn't something I really wanted and not just a flight of fantasy and figured the best way to solve a problem is to meet it head on, so here I am, reading and wondering.

Otherwise, I'm just reading. Like I said, I'm not unfamiliar with the lifestyle even if I'm not in it. And really, it's not unlike going to any business seminar I've ever been to. No matter how much you know, there's always something to be learned. I read The Sensous Woman at 16/17 and haven't ever looked back. So I figure if I'm going to be a whore in the bedroom, as they say, then no point in throwing the baby out with the bathwater and not seeing if there isn't something to be gleaned here before I go.

I had no intention of ever posting but the deliberate nastiness of that one kind of pissed me off. I can butcher a song with the best of them, in fun, and do regularly. But I don't care who you are and who you're addressing it to and whether they deserve it or not. To come into their "home" and do something like that is just wrong. It certainly doesn't make you any better than them and may even make you worse for going out of your way to be an asshole.

Uh . . . "hoe"? Are you serious?

Man, you really stepped in the manure this time. Mind the daisies, please.

"Was this the only world you had . . . ?"