No, I am most certainly not single.
Wife, two girlfriends and a boyfriend. Lovely poly-cule we've got
Wife, two girlfriends and a boyfriend. Lovely poly-cule we've got
People who lost their virginity to a prostitute:
serial killer David Berkowitz (19) in Korea
emperor Napoleon Bonaparte (18)
biographer James Boswell (20) with London prostitute Sally Forrester
comedian David Cross (18) near Times Square
Gabriele D'Annunzio (16) in Florence
pornographer Al Goldstein (16)
author James Joyce (14) in Dublin
President John F. Kennedy (17) in Harlem
comedian Jerry Lewis (11)
fascist dictator Benito Mussolini (16)
author Leo Tolstoi (16)
author H.G. Wells (25)
author Thomas Wolfe (16)
Aye, and the British internal rail system is obscenely expensive. I used to live up north, I enjoy visiting, but it's a holiday in itselfNot The Bees said:The sentiment is appreciated nonetheless. London is both close and far away. Closer than most places in America, but then, pretty far away when you're in Sheffield and you just want to hit the pub for a drink. ;-)
I'd imagine the price of the service (when for most sex is available free of charge), alongside the risks of engaging in an activity that is largely unregulated and linked to serious crime. That, and the criminalisation of prostitution in many places can make it difficult to find a provider.DisasterSoiree said:So let me ask all of you unhappily single fellows:
Why not prostitution?
As the holy book [http://www.rotten.com/library/sex/prostitution/] relates, you'd be in great company.
People who lost their virginity to a prostitute:
serial killer David Berkowitz (19) in Korea
emperor Napoleon Bonaparte (18)
biographer James Boswell (20) with London prostitute Sally Forrester
comedian David Cross (18) near Times Square
Gabriele D'Annunzio (16) in Florence
pornographer Al Goldstein (16)
author James Joyce (14) in Dublin
President John F. Kennedy (17) in Harlem
comedian Jerry Lewis (11)
fascist dictator Benito Mussolini (16)
author Leo Tolstoi (16)
author H.G. Wells (25)
author Thomas Wolfe (16)
Here's a hypothetical story that may or may not have happened.Verlander said:I'd imagine the price of the service (when for most sex is available free of charge), alongside the risks of engaging in an activity that is largely unregulated and linked to serious crime. That, and the criminalisation of prostitution in many places can make it difficult to find a provider.
I'm of the camp that it should be legalised and taxed, if for nothing more than ethical reasons, but as someone who is more "liberal" with their own sex life, I find the company of women who are sexually attracted to you to be a better experience.
But situations like this are rare, and I'm sure that's not the same situation that Mussolini or Napoleon experienced.DisasterSoiree said:Here's a hypothetical story that may or may not have happened.Verlander said:I'd imagine the price of the service (when for most sex is available free of charge), alongside the risks of engaging in an activity that is largely unregulated and linked to serious crime. That, and the criminalisation of prostitution in many places can make it difficult to find a provider.
I'm of the camp that it should be legalised and taxed, if for nothing more than ethical reasons, but as someone who is more "liberal" with their own sex life, I find the company of women who are sexually attracted to you to be a better experience.
A certain main had a crush on a high school classmate of his. She was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen - petit to the point of being palm-sized; long brown hair; big doe eyes. She was a raver girl, a free-spirited young lady in tye-dye leg warmers and wristbands.
She had a crush on him, also - among many, many other boys - but for whatever reason it was never consummated. They fell out of contact for a few years, until he worked up the nerve to message her one day on a social media site.
The girl had fallen on hard times. Her boyfriend was a junkie, and she may have been too, for all he knew. She needed money, and badly. He felt bad for her and gave her fifty dollars and some food.
She wanted to thank him for it, and she had sex with him, fulfilling a long-held dream of his: that this girl, untouchable, unapproachable, would one day share his bed. It hadn't been agreed on in advance; she suggested it.
And for the better part of the year their relationship continued in this matter, she seeing him through the dark times when the one who should have been there refused. The relationship was affective without being encumbered by mutual obligation.
The moral of this fairy tale: you don't always have to look on street corners, and the price isn't always great.