Objectifornication?

October 30, 2009

The Sexist, Amanda Hess, was recently mongering. What she was mongering wasn’t, though, wasn’t whores, but hate. Here she mongers against mongers:

“sex workers are seen as objects to be bought, not as humans. More often than not, sex workers are not portrayed as skilled workers who provide their customers with a service in exchange for a fee. Rather, they are things—to be perused, used, and dispensed of by the “hobbyist” who uses them to bolster his monger status. The sex worker herself is seen as the product. Again, the “hobbyist” is the thinking, creative, artistic being here, while the sex worker is denied her status as a worker, performer, or businessperson—a person capable of choosing if, when, and under what circumstances to offer a service. The idea that johns think of sex workers as objects is obvious. But it’s also important. It suggests, first, that johns believe that the bodies of sex workers are available for their use in any way they choose. But it also reveals that the ability to treat women as objects is part—or perhaps even all—of a john’s real interest in prostitution.”

She also included the noun ”spinner” as a whore-monger code word, and took offense to a handicapped numeric rating system for street girls as “dehumanizing (see The Secret Prostitution Code, and What It Says About Johns).

I objected and described some of my personal experiences, causing another guy to chime in about a close relationship he had with a girl he met as an escort. Hess made futher inquiry into the subject. My unabridged response is below.

Amanda,

Pardon my delay in not getting back to you. I was tied down most of last evening, first having dinner filled with lively conversation with an inanimate object at a restaurant of its choosing, buying the object its favorite salad dressing from the restaurant even though it didn’t ask for it just to be nice (after all, objects are people, too, right?), then going back to my crib and watching the World Series, teasing the object about the fact that its favorite team (the Red Sox) didn’t make it this year, then, at the request of the object which didn’t want to wait until after we went out for cocktails to have sex, I followed the object into the bedroom (objects have priorities, too, right?), and fucked it. During the fucking, despite owning its body and having a right to do with it as I choose, when the object informed me that it breaks out when my face touches hers, I moved my head, and when the object ”available for … use in any way [I] choose” asked me not wear Armani Code anymore, I immediately got up and sprayed on some Acqua Di Gio to cover it up.

As I have been told in the past by the object, the object only can cum when its on top – it can’t even cum when it uses a vibrator – so I then playfully cajoled the object to get on top (i.e., I “raped” it, as per definitions of many of your female readers) so it could could cum, just as it did the previous two times it fucked me when it was on top. I met some initial resistance, but it eventually got on top, though after a few minutes, the object announced that when it is premenstrual, it cramps badly after it comes, so I told the object that it was my intention to give it pleasure, not discomfort, and I immediately stopped raping it. The object then said it wanted me to cum, and gave me an incredible handjob – the first one to be able to get me off that way in ages – not even human women that don’t take money for sex have been able to do that for me in at least a year – and, at its request, I came all over what, on a human, would be its chest. After quickly making my way into the bedroom to bring the object a warm towel, the object got dressed so it could smoke a cigarette. The object then inquired about what was going on in town that night, and I told it that I didn’t feel the need for us to go out since I was a little tired, am not much of a drinker, and, truth be told, unbeknownst to the object, I had earlier received a booty-call from another object which told me it wanted to fuck me and that it would be free tonight and that I should call it when I was done with the first object no matter how late.

Anyway, the first object insisted it did want to go out, so, since I am quite fond of the object, even fonder of her than the second object which I am also fond of – after all, what’s not to like about an object? – I took the object – who has adopted the moniker “sexy bitch” for itself and is nothing you can compare to the neighborhood hoe – to a club. On the way to the club, at the request of the object, I stopped and picked up a pack of cigarettes at the convenience store. It handed me a $5 for the smokes, “so I could pay her an even 300.” The Camels actually came to $5.44, so on the way out I quipped, “they were more than $5, so I owe you an even $299.56,” to which the object laughed, and I then paid it the $300, which I had earlier offered her but it turned down since a security guard that looked like a cop was nearby. We eventually made it to the club, had cocktails, and some more lively banter. Once we got back into our respective cars, I noticed the object eating her leftover salad from dinner, and teased it about it – it was especially funny since when the object said it was hungry when we were in the club, it wouldn’t let me order anything for it. Besides, who knew objects eat salad? Or that that they eat anything, for that matter?

I know – $300 is a lot- but the object is hot as hell, less than half my age, and while I’m not what a woman would typically refer to as a “beefcake,” nor am I “hot chocolate” or score particularly desirable based upon the objective numbers women rate me by (height, age, income), and while I’m arguably a “tasty man-morsel (see the “First Meeting” tab at http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/body-language/)” or “guy candy,” this particular object, who at the age of 18 four years ago was making $150K a year on the pole without ever so much as having to take off its top, can probably have its pick from many successful doctors, businessmen, and perhaps even professional athletes (i.e., objects that produce substantial cash flows).

Besides, I look at it is an investment. After all, what could be better than a future with an object, even if that object has a good sense of humor, is great in bed, is a freak, likes baseball, is in the process of getting an R.N., has a job, and is willing to eat leftovers even though it has three Benjamins in its purse? In fact, I like it so much, I have made the decision to stop seeing one of its so-called “free,” better described as “amateur,” competitors.

Anyway, I’ve digressed. While I’m confident merely reviewing the various forums could answer your question, I’ve decided to do the legwork for you. As an introductory remark, however, “spinner” is not a prostitution-related term when it refers to a woman. It is frequently used, and I originally learned it, long before I had any exposure to contemporary prostitution terminology, and it is widely-known among guys who have never been with a prostitute in their life. The word does not describe an object, and it is a term of endearment to just about anyone who uses it. In fact, in a more sensitive moment, most guys who like spinners would probably admit that its not the spinning them like a top that they like doing with them most, since no one really spins them more than 180 degrees at a time, but rather the post-coitus snuggling, or when they daintily sit in our laps without crushing us. I would analogize the use of the term “spinner” to the use of the word “Big” in describing a character on a long-running television show which captivated a generation of women – women who weren’t even johns, or janes for that matter.

There is a use of the term “spinner” found primarily in prostitution lexicon – it is short for “head spinner,” otherwise known as a blow job. Perhaps that is a source of some confusion.

I also would point out that the proper analysis as to how us guys view ”sex workers” is not by focusing on particular words, but reading the entirety of the posts.

As part of my research, I logged on to TheEroticReview.com, the premier “escort” review site in the United States (in the interest of full disclosure, in light of recently-enacted FTC rules, I should state that if I post some more reviews on the site, I would be entitled to a free membership). Since the study in question was not DC-centric, I chose Tampa, where I live, since while I was doing research for you, I figured I might as well learn about more objects in case it doesn’t work out for me with either of the aforementioned objects, or any of the people, I already know. The most recently-reviewed object goes by the decidedly human-like name of “Stephanie Rose.” At the bottom of the page, there are several columns, including one for “appearance” and one for “performance,” the latter of which roughly correlates with what you might call “her status as a worker, performer, or businessperson.” Both of those - both the appearance column AND the performance columns rate the women on a 1-10 scale (though one must now join the site and pay in order to actually view the ratings).

Without joining the site, only part of each review is visible. The second most recent review on Stephanie Rose contains the following text generally limited to discussions about people, or at least humanoids. It reads, “I had a difficult time setting up the date with Stephanie through no fault of her own. She had some problems contacting my references. Eventually we got things setup because of Stephanie’s determination and she called me a day before our date. What a sexy voice and friendly personality. Then, to my surprise, Stephanie emailed me the morning of our date to tell me that the donation amount she quoted was a $100 too high. I had already agreed to the higher rate, but she contacted me to make sure I brought a $100 less. Not many providers would do that…After that rare honesty, I was sure I’d made a good choice.”

The very next review: “her voice is so sweet and sexy, … [I] arrived w/bottle of riesling and was greeted by this stunningly beautiful woman, … i REQUESTED a certain outfit which she changed into and when she re-appeared, well lets just say she is very TALENTED (capitalization supplied).

Lest you believe that somehow only “Stephanie Rose” (stephanierose.mht) is accorded respect, I moved on to another provider, “Allison of Tampa Bay,” and soon encountered this review: “I called a few providers during the week and Allison was the only one that actually took the time to talk to me. Her personality over the phone was fun and outgoing. I really wanted to see this woman.” (http://www.theeroticreview.com/reviews/showReview.asp?Review=834678&user=0)

Another review on Allison: “She is beautiful, and sexy and SKILLED. She is my new ATF. The phone call was super easy, she called back right away and scheduled quickly. At first I was going to have to wait an hour, but she was able to juggle her schedule and see me quicker. When she greeted me at the door, I was instantly attracted to her likable loveliness. ” (http://www.theeroticreview.com/reviews/showReview.asp?Review=828510&user=0)

The very previous review on Allison: “She has a real at ease disposition. Very relaxing to be around.” (http://www.theeroticreview.com/reviews/showReview.asp?Review=827970&user=0)

Another: “Her manner was welcoming and warm, and I was greeted at the door with a hug and a big kiss. In the first visit we shared some toothpaste (I mean two dabs out of the tube) and things seemed rather homey. The second visit, Allison took some time to get ready, and there was a hospital id bracelet around her wrist. She had just been released from the hospital, and altough I could see that she was not feeling 100% she found her way to see me and not let on.
On both occasions, we took time for some preliminary hugs and kisses, Allison found some very good music on her computer, lit some candles and we snuggled naked into bed. “( http://www.theeroticreview.com/reviews/showReview.asp?Review=822193&user=0)

Another: “I was in Clearwater for a meeting. I just happened to see Allison was in the area and I could not get her off my mind. I had to excuse myself from the meeting to give her a call and set up an appointment. I was in luck she was a few miles away and had an opening for me. Iheading back to the meeting but, could not pay attention. I headed for hear incall, arrived a bit early, she let me in and gave me her sweet smile a hug and kiss excused herself to freshen up a bit. We caught up while she did. She came out with nothing on. I was already undressed and she gave a mischievious smile. “ (http://www.theeroticreview.com/reviews/showReview.asp?Review=828335&user=0)

I took my research further, to the low-end street-monger scene. Since its not my bag and therefore provides little information of personal value to me, I chose the DC Streetwalker Reports on USA Sex Guide (http://www.usasexguide.info/forum/showthread.php?t=3842&page=3&pp=15). The forum is not heavily-populated – only one post every few days, and most posts are about avoiding arrest. Nonetheless, in one of the more recent posts, on October 17, one poster noted a woman for not just her personality, but also sex worker skills: ”She seemed somewhat apprehensive, but ultimately a nice personality and decent spinner.”

Just a few posts previous to that, on October 7, another guy made clear that he was allowed to engage in anal sex with the girl after he got to know her, and she made the business decision to allow it:

“I had a regular back in the day, and like any other business you get perks with repeat business. Even got to hit the backdoor, for half the price you other yahoo’s we’re paying for regular. I broke her in to the salad game, as I kept trying to hit it, and she kept refusing. One day she relented and bam! HahaLook at it from the girl’s end. There are some crazy whackos out there that get off on hurting girls or worse. Everytime she gets in a car, she is putting her life in danger. If you’re a regular, its a HUGE sense of relief, somebody familiar and she knows exactly whats going to happen. If you’re a regular, you’re not going to deviate too far from your routine or fetish.So as a newbie, why should she do you any favors?”

I would also refer to you many posts on my blog, including My baby turned 20.

What’s going on here, guys, is that feminists know how empowering the guy’s right to choose willing sex partners would be. They are grasping at anything they can to prevent this from happening – at times trying to turn sex workers against us by misrepresenting how we feel about them, at other times trying to slander the entire prostitution industry by characterizing it as sex slavery.

In sum, the amateurs are trying to destroy their professional competition and us guys at the same time. We need the guys’ right to choose willing sex partners. Prostitution is why I can speak somewhat freely, without fear of sexual recrimination from women who oppose my views, but there’s still the issue of jail.

Choice Now!

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