There’s a prevailing opinion in (and out) of the escort business which says that all practitioners of the trade are damaged goods. It’s the only rational explanation for the way in which the girls choose to make their living. And mostly, I agree with the stereotype. I think I’ve dealt with enough escorts to be a leading authority on the subject.
Whatever…what I want to talk about today is the inherent double standard implied with this assumption. What about the consumers’ modus operandi is any less damaged than the girls’? And since when did anybody establish that it’s more undignified to sell “it” than it is to buy it? By me…the seesaw sits in limbo – and each side of the equation bears equal weight. The scales of justice need not be calibrated. They’re completely level! I’ll tell y’all a funny story from many years ago which illustrates my point.
One night I was hanging out at an Action customer’s house when from the room emerged a sloppy drunk customer – buck naked – who parked his naked booty on one of the leather chairs for a few seconds before staggering back to the room.
It was a surreal moment for all in attendance. Kind of reminded me of the time I was playing with a show band in Newport, Rhode Island – when three completely intoxicated NYPD conventioneers streaked the stage I and the rest of the band were performing on! Ya know…like…”did that just fucking happen?”
Anyway…once the guy was back where he belonged (in the room), the girls let out a collective “ewww” in unison. And the boss (who also worked in the room) looked down at the chair the guy had been sitting in just a few seconds before to say “I guess I can throw that chair out. Who’s gonna sit there now?”
Of course, the owner didn’t discard the piece of furniture and eventually, somebody broke the ice and sat in the sullied chair. But the point had been made. The girls all felt that the guy was a dirty, disgusting and extremely damaged piece of goods who far eclipsed any of them in that department.
So the question is: Now that you understand that you are damaged goods…do you want to be benignly damaged – or malignantly damaged? It’s kind of like “are you a nice drunk or a nasty drunk?” Debating whether you’re damaged in the first place is besides the point. You go pay girls for their time rather than hanging with the wife or trying to find a suitable mate the “normal” way (whatever that is)? You’re fucking damaged. Case closed!
Personally, I wear my “damaged” sign with pride. What the hell? If I’m gonna be damaged (or am damaged) I might as well “own” it. Maybe that way it can work out for the best.
Example: I was telling one of my “friends” about some childhood experiences which have made me the guy I am. Mind you…they’re not awful. But they were a little damaging. After I was done revealing the inner Dollar Bill, the girl oozed “now I know why you are how you are!”
Well…that could be a good – or a bad thing. But in this case it was the former. My revelations had disarmed her. She asked me if I loved her and wanted to know if marriage was in our future! I kid you not. Sometimes the truth will set you free. And sometimes it will bury you. Fortunately, it was door #1 on this occasion.
Thus, the conclusion is…when it comes to the sale and purchase of companionship, don’t front! There’s not a lot of dignity in either pursuit. And who the fuck cares? Don’t judge and simply enjoy yourself. You’re just doing what comes naturally.