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Re: the first blowjob
When does what's her name write us "A Natural History of the Blowjob?" I'm waiting.
The First Blowjob. Was it in caveman days? Or was some level of civilization necessary before man first required his mate to perform wifely duties and mouth a member? It certainly requires some notion of sex-as-pleasure; although on the other hand, I can imagine that primitive man might have had ideas about mana or mojo inherent in the cock and balls if not the seed itself, and so might have performed the first acts of oral servitude as a primitive religious or shamanic rite.
Prolly fairly early on each other. Think Achilles et al. may have figured this one out? In some cultures, not only that one, women are/were pretty much procreative and an extra pair of hands to lug shit around, certainly not that elusive object of desire.
Perhaps it was the Medicine Man-the first dominate master-for whom this act was reserved. (Pure speculation here). [/QUOTE]
There's a rather bawdy and joking reference to oral in Chaucer that comes to mind. One assumes it didn't spring from nowhere, but I think this was seen as taboo, silly, and extremely raunchy, not as part of the norm. It plays rather funny still.
Not a clue, and not something I'd ever thought of. Though I always did think that the first person to encounter a fresh habanero on the vine, eat it, and NOT assume they were going to die immediately, while doing cuisine a service, was nuts.
When does what's her name write us "A Natural History of the Blowjob?" I'm waiting.
The First Blowjob. Was it in caveman days? Or was some level of civilization necessary before man first required his mate to perform wifely duties and mouth a member? It certainly requires some notion of sex-as-pleasure; although on the other hand, I can imagine that primitive man might have had ideas about mana or mojo inherent in the cock and balls if not the seed itself, and so might have performed the first acts of oral servitude as a primitive religious or shamanic rite.
Prolly fairly early on each other. Think Achilles et al. may have figured this one out? In some cultures, not only that one, women are/were pretty much procreative and an extra pair of hands to lug shit around, certainly not that elusive object of desire.
Perhaps it was the Medicine Man-the first dominate master-for whom this act was reserved. (Pure speculation here). [/QUOTE]
There's a rather bawdy and joking reference to oral in Chaucer that comes to mind. One assumes it didn't spring from nowhere, but I think this was seen as taboo, silly, and extremely raunchy, not as part of the norm. It plays rather funny still.
Not a clue, and not something I'd ever thought of. Though I always did think that the first person to encounter a fresh habanero on the vine, eat it, and NOT assume they were going to die immediately, while doing cuisine a service, was nuts.
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Re: the first blowjob
As far as I think I know, early mens were pretty clueless about what their serum was good for, at least when it came to reproduction.
I'd bet because of possible sex divisions it could have started as a male to male pleasure activity. And this sounds pervy, but I can see it originating as a mother to son activity- her figuring it was a great way to pacify the bairn. Actually I'm sure I read a story that mentioned this if I could remember the title.
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As far as I think I know, early mens were pretty clueless about what their serum was good for, at least when it came to reproduction.
I'd bet because of possible sex divisions it could have started as a male to male pleasure activity. And this sounds pervy, but I can see it originating as a mother to son activity- her figuring it was a great way to pacify the bairn. Actually I'm sure I read a story that mentioned this if I could remember the title.
Definitely Chia material.
A group of friends were discussing the origin of the blowjob one day, after coming out of a class whose sole purpose was to, round-table-style, ask all the wacky questions we had no purpose thinking of, and then come up with somewhat plausible answers. It was a one-hour class; I could afford the bullshitting.
We definitely decided that oral would have been first performed on males (because why would anyone waste time trying to please the womens?), and speculated on its usage as "appeasing the alpha," almost certainly male/male. No smoochie feelings involved.
Evokes carnal images that are just about a half-step above bestiality. If I came equipped with a dick, I don't necessarily know that I'd find that sort of mouth fuckable. But as our esteemable Mayor has eloquently said, "why not?"
A group of friends were discussing the origin of the blowjob one day, after coming out of a class whose sole purpose was to, round-table-style, ask all the wacky questions we had no purpose thinking of, and then come up with somewhat plausible answers. It was a one-hour class; I could afford the bullshitting.
We definitely decided that oral would have been first performed on males (because why would anyone waste time trying to please the womens?), and speculated on its usage as "appeasing the alpha," almost certainly male/male. No smoochie feelings involved.
Evokes carnal images that are just about a half-step above bestiality. If I came equipped with a dick, I don't necessarily know that I'd find that sort of mouth fuckable. But as our esteemable Mayor has eloquently said, "why not?"
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You know Mantak Chia? That's perfect. He is as a guru to me.
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Bonobos fellate each other. I would imagine blowjobs began very early in human history. I've speculated that perhaps it evolved from smelling the genitals as a way of gathering information, the way dogs sniff each others' asses. Or it could have begun as infant hygiene, then been used to comfort and placate adult males.
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Do monkeys suck to conclusion? I am sure they lick each other's parts.
There must have been a first suck of man by woman. That's what I am thinking of. Maybe it did start off man to man, but aren't there taboos against homosexuality in the primitive cultures our scientists have studied?
Apparently, all you people have thought about this before.
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rosco rathbone said:
I Googled briefly and didn't find any mention of sucking to conclusion, but here is a very amusing account of trying to collect a bonobo sperm sample. I guess their pansexuality doesn't extend to researcher handjobs.
http://www.colszoo.org/bonobonewsletter/page11.htm
Also, this page has interesting photos, but take it with a grain of salt because of the feminist & pacifist agendas.
http://www.blockbonobofoundation.org/
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Thanks for the chimpsucking links. The feminist agenda of the second made me want to gag, though.
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I want the stats on bonobo rape by horny outsider males. I bet those goofy eco-pacifist-feminist clowns are suppressing data!!!
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Throughout adulthood, I have intercoursed with lost, psychotic, witchy, homeless women. I have two sides which predispose me. A predatorial side which is drawn to the helpless and alone and a yen for the ethereal which does make me desire to see through their eyes.
Once I was sitting depressed in the rain and a beautiful Southeast Asian-looking schizophrenic came by, dripping like a drowning dog, and stopped to pass the time of day. She had waist-length black hair and claimed to be familiar with the inner workings of my head. I knew that with a light enough touch, I could have taken her home like an insane half-tame bird and then utilized her body as I saw fit.
I have never raped a homeless woman, or taken her in in order to use her, but I have always had fantasies of this sort. One generally sees young runaway girls with their dogs and dirty punk-rock garb on the streets of this city and I like to stop and give them money and also give them a look which lets them know that I know how vulnerable they are and that that vulnerability pleases me.
There is some kind of valve in my solar plexus. When I am around these people, I become aware of a choice I have to open the valve or leave it shut. I have always chosen the second; because I lacked the personal power to keep their need from overwhelming me.
Yesterday, I walked to the end of the J-train platform looking for a bench to myself. All was quiet in the humid7PM wasteland .(*ennio morricone flute sound*) The last bench down the line, hidden from the rest of the platform by temporary plywood construction walls, held one occupant and I sat down with only a cursory glance, but since it was a woman, I gave my compulsice second look. She was about 30, Indian, in traditional garb: orange-pattern sari and pajama-type leggings. She had teva-style sandles, ankle-bangles, necklace, earrings and nose-piercing. She appeared clean and well put-together and was quite attractive; with a long, straight nose, high cheekbones and large eyes and lips. A typical Brooklyn Hindu going home. Then I became aware of a powerful stench of unwashed body, barely diluted by some incense or muck. I smelt my underarms, but 3 hours of drumming had produced a clean, manly sweat; not this miasma which bespoke weeks in the heat unbathed. I realized it was her.
When I smelled her, my predatory feelings came alive at once. I knew that, for all her beauty, she was helpless and alone. I began staring at her boldly. She looked back for a second, then abruptly put some headphones on and made a nervous jerking movement which overturned a nearby bag of trash, perhaps belonging to her. I leaned on my knees and stared at her full force. She took the earphones off, and in the clipped, cultured Oxonian English tones of a BBC anouncer, said "I didn't do all this, you know" (indicating the trash, piss and puddles of liquor (in the old sense of vile essence or distillate unknown)
"When I use the toilet, I am very clean. The other people never flush. I always leave the toilet cleaner than I found it".
"Yes, there are some very unclean people in this city"
" I am very careful as well. WHen I was in Miami, in the circus, I paid attention to the children and never let my mind wander"
"What did you do in Miami?"
" I started children's rides. There was a foot pedal. You pushed it to start the ride"
Her hands desribed a violent centrifugal motion.
"The children could not let go; they would certainly fall and die"
At this moment I had the strangest sense. My predatory side saw a totally vulnerable person and my penis was definitely stirring in my pants as it drank up the delicious sensation of being in close proximity to such a one. My occult side saw a fascinating being. I didn't break my gaze but only nodded. I wasn't surprised in the least when she said "There were three spirits around me, you know. Djinn we call them in my language."
"Yes, I sensed something like that"
" The black magic or voodoo man. He sent them to the police station."
"The voodoo man sent the spirits for you?"
"NO! He took them away. He sent them to the police station. They are free; they have no country. Countries are for people, not like them. They are like pets, they follow me because they like me"
"What are you doing here?"
" I am going to find them and let them go"
"How do you find them. Feelings?"
She looked away in silence and I thought I had said the wrong thing; although I was openeing my solar plexus to a degree which gave me the chills. Then she looked back in to my eyes and nodded.
"Something like that".
Then the train came
(precedence of predator or prey in astrality?)
Once I was sitting depressed in the rain and a beautiful Southeast Asian-looking schizophrenic came by, dripping like a drowning dog, and stopped to pass the time of day. She had waist-length black hair and claimed to be familiar with the inner workings of my head. I knew that with a light enough touch, I could have taken her home like an insane half-tame bird and then utilized her body as I saw fit.
I have never raped a homeless woman, or taken her in in order to use her, but I have always had fantasies of this sort. One generally sees young runaway girls with their dogs and dirty punk-rock garb on the streets of this city and I like to stop and give them money and also give them a look which lets them know that I know how vulnerable they are and that that vulnerability pleases me.
There is some kind of valve in my solar plexus. When I am around these people, I become aware of a choice I have to open the valve or leave it shut. I have always chosen the second; because I lacked the personal power to keep their need from overwhelming me.
Yesterday, I walked to the end of the J-train platform looking for a bench to myself. All was quiet in the humid7PM wasteland .(*ennio morricone flute sound*) The last bench down the line, hidden from the rest of the platform by temporary plywood construction walls, held one occupant and I sat down with only a cursory glance, but since it was a woman, I gave my compulsice second look. She was about 30, Indian, in traditional garb: orange-pattern sari and pajama-type leggings. She had teva-style sandles, ankle-bangles, necklace, earrings and nose-piercing. She appeared clean and well put-together and was quite attractive; with a long, straight nose, high cheekbones and large eyes and lips. A typical Brooklyn Hindu going home. Then I became aware of a powerful stench of unwashed body, barely diluted by some incense or muck. I smelt my underarms, but 3 hours of drumming had produced a clean, manly sweat; not this miasma which bespoke weeks in the heat unbathed. I realized it was her.
When I smelled her, my predatory feelings came alive at once. I knew that, for all her beauty, she was helpless and alone. I began staring at her boldly. She looked back for a second, then abruptly put some headphones on and made a nervous jerking movement which overturned a nearby bag of trash, perhaps belonging to her. I leaned on my knees and stared at her full force. She took the earphones off, and in the clipped, cultured Oxonian English tones of a BBC anouncer, said "I didn't do all this, you know" (indicating the trash, piss and puddles of liquor (in the old sense of vile essence or distillate unknown)
"When I use the toilet, I am very clean. The other people never flush. I always leave the toilet cleaner than I found it".
"Yes, there are some very unclean people in this city"
" I am very careful as well. WHen I was in Miami, in the circus, I paid attention to the children and never let my mind wander"
"What did you do in Miami?"
" I started children's rides. There was a foot pedal. You pushed it to start the ride"
Her hands desribed a violent centrifugal motion.
"The children could not let go; they would certainly fall and die"
At this moment I had the strangest sense. My predatory side saw a totally vulnerable person and my penis was definitely stirring in my pants as it drank up the delicious sensation of being in close proximity to such a one. My occult side saw a fascinating being. I didn't break my gaze but only nodded. I wasn't surprised in the least when she said "There were three spirits around me, you know. Djinn we call them in my language."
"Yes, I sensed something like that"
" The black magic or voodoo man. He sent them to the police station."
"The voodoo man sent the spirits for you?"
"NO! He took them away. He sent them to the police station. They are free; they have no country. Countries are for people, not like them. They are like pets, they follow me because they like me"
"What are you doing here?"
" I am going to find them and let them go"
"How do you find them. Feelings?"
She looked away in silence and I thought I had said the wrong thing; although I was openeing my solar plexus to a degree which gave me the chills. Then she looked back in to my eyes and nodded.
"Something like that".
Then the train came
(precedence of predator or prey in astrality?)
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I apparently have quite a knack for John Norman/EA Poe style prosology.
I have hunted naked female throughout the dark forests of this world....World 3-A. Asride a six-legged steed.
At setting of the three suns, my black caparison'd outriders return to the obsidian stockade and there we do feast upon roasted woman-flesh and loll about in exoskeletons of umber hue beneath the weakly fluttering flappings of a crepuscular banner.
And in the crepuscule come call and response of elation and suffering from the rape-pens; as my men take their loud pleasure at end of day.
It is good to be Rosco, Negative Duke of World 3-A.
I have hunted naked female throughout the dark forests of this world....World 3-A. Asride a six-legged steed.
At setting of the three suns, my black caparison'd outriders return to the obsidian stockade and there we do feast upon roasted woman-flesh and loll about in exoskeletons of umber hue beneath the weakly fluttering flappings of a crepuscular banner.
And in the crepuscule come call and response of elation and suffering from the rape-pens; as my men take their loud pleasure at end of day.
It is good to be Rosco, Negative Duke of World 3-A.
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An occasional feature ov thee Qlipotic Times Dispatch
THE FIND NICK STONE A DATE CONTEST
First entry: lunarsubmissive. From the Carolinas. A libra (nice!) Likes kids. No punishment for punishment's sake, please!
https://forum.literotica.com/member.php?s=&action=getinfo&userid=117389
THE FIND NICK STONE A DATE CONTEST
First entry: lunarsubmissive. From the Carolinas. A libra (nice!) Likes kids. No punishment for punishment's sake, please!
https://forum.literotica.com/member.php?s=&action=getinfo&userid=117389
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Stone has been alerted as to his date prospect via private msg. My fellow jews, we will find nick stone a date or die trying!!!
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rr said:
Throughout adulthood, I have intercoursed with lost, psychotic, witchy, homeless women. I have two sides which predispose me.
A predatorial side which is drawn to the helpless and alone and a yen for the ethereal which does make me desire to see through their eyes.
Once I was sitting depressed in the rain and a beautiful Southeast Asian-looking schizophrenic came by, dripping like a drowning dog, and stopped to pass the time of day. She had waist-length black hair and claimed to be familiar with the inner workings of my head. I knew that with a light enough touch, I could have taken her home like an insane half-tame bird and then utilized her body as I saw fit.
I have never raped a homeless woman, or taken her in in order to use her, but I have always had fantasies of this sort. One generally sees young runaway girls with their dogs and dirty punk-rock garb on the streets of this city and I like to stop and give them money and also give them a look which lets them know that I know how vulnerable they are and that that vulnerability pleases me.
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There are forms of 'predation' --including sexual--that are legal, e.g., exploiting the vulnerability of an adult who does not object to it.
This doesn't seem to be the issue, however, but rather what forms are not immoral; could one live with oneself after. The runaway and the East Indian mentioned later seem to be beyond your 'moral pale.' But it's easy to imagine persons not quite so 'down and out'; odd folks that turn up at parties; the marginal self-said 'artists' and irregularly employed.
I'm not sure if there's a man around--except for a couple of the 'doms with a conscience' at literotica-- who hasn't 'taken advantage' of some situation. The female parallel, perhaps, wouldn't be for sex, but for some other advantage, a material gain, a higher grade, more prestige, etc.
In simple terms, granting your hidebound superego for the couple of cases you limn, what about for some of the 'walking wounded but adequately housed'? Let's look at some 'grey areas' just a couple notches higher than the bench in the subway station.
J.
PS. A gedankenexperiment: You are a bit 'down and out' but not psychotic. You acquiesce to another's sexual experiment (legal predation)--so you find out later-- that you wouldn't ordinarily go along with. Do you afterwards cast stones at the other or simply say, "They did what one should expect; (legally) exploited an opportunity."
Throughout adulthood, I have intercoursed with lost, psychotic, witchy, homeless women. I have two sides which predispose me.
A predatorial side which is drawn to the helpless and alone and a yen for the ethereal which does make me desire to see through their eyes.
Once I was sitting depressed in the rain and a beautiful Southeast Asian-looking schizophrenic came by, dripping like a drowning dog, and stopped to pass the time of day. She had waist-length black hair and claimed to be familiar with the inner workings of my head. I knew that with a light enough touch, I could have taken her home like an insane half-tame bird and then utilized her body as I saw fit.
I have never raped a homeless woman, or taken her in in order to use her, but I have always had fantasies of this sort. One generally sees young runaway girls with their dogs and dirty punk-rock garb on the streets of this city and I like to stop and give them money and also give them a look which lets them know that I know how vulnerable they are and that that vulnerability pleases me.
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There are forms of 'predation' --including sexual--that are legal, e.g., exploiting the vulnerability of an adult who does not object to it.
This doesn't seem to be the issue, however, but rather what forms are not immoral; could one live with oneself after. The runaway and the East Indian mentioned later seem to be beyond your 'moral pale.' But it's easy to imagine persons not quite so 'down and out'; odd folks that turn up at parties; the marginal self-said 'artists' and irregularly employed.
I'm not sure if there's a man around--except for a couple of the 'doms with a conscience' at literotica-- who hasn't 'taken advantage' of some situation. The female parallel, perhaps, wouldn't be for sex, but for some other advantage, a material gain, a higher grade, more prestige, etc.
In simple terms, granting your hidebound superego for the couple of cases you limn, what about for some of the 'walking wounded but adequately housed'? Let's look at some 'grey areas' just a couple notches higher than the bench in the subway station.
J.
PS. A gedankenexperiment: You are a bit 'down and out' but not psychotic. You acquiesce to another's sexual experiment (legal predation)--so you find out later-- that you wouldn't ordinarily go along with. Do you afterwards cast stones at the other or simply say, "They did what one should expect; (legally) exploited an opportunity."
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Housed but nuts, like Helena Bonham Carter in Fight Club?
And why on God's green earth do you think a woman wouldn't exploit someone's vulnerability for sex? Nice girls don't?
*has never done this, ever. Right.*
I don't think it's out of sheer moral upstandingness that RR ruled out some homeless girls, I simply think he chose to focus on this factor.
G has forbidden himself many a night of marginal drag queen induced bliss. Two reasons:
A: "I dont' want the disease I'm pretty sure this person is a vector for"
B: "I may never get rid of this person."
And why on God's green earth do you think a woman wouldn't exploit someone's vulnerability for sex? Nice girls don't?
*has never done this, ever. Right.*
I don't think it's out of sheer moral upstandingness that RR ruled out some homeless girls, I simply think he chose to focus on this factor.
G has forbidden himself many a night of marginal drag queen induced bliss. Two reasons:
A: "I dont' want the disease I'm pretty sure this person is a vector for"
B: "I may never get rid of this person."
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Hi,
As I was typing, N, I thought of you, and only managed to insert 'perhaps'. But yes, I realize there are a few women in the tradition of Juliette (sister of Justine). Some of us whitebois wait a lifetime to meet one.
I think it's more common for a woman to exploit sex, but that's just my WASPy background.
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In rr's case, however, I didn't have the sense that he was just worried about the clap; the fellow has genuine morality, ya know.
Even you have been known to use the phrase about living with yourself, so I gather that you don't seize every advantage that's seizable.
J.
As I was typing, N, I thought of you, and only managed to insert 'perhaps'. But yes, I realize there are a few women in the tradition of Juliette (sister of Justine). Some of us whitebois wait a lifetime to meet one.
I think it's more common for a woman to exploit sex, but that's just my WASPy background.
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In rr's case, however, I didn't have the sense that he was just worried about the clap; the fellow has genuine morality, ya know.
Even you have been known to use the phrase about living with yourself, so I gather that you don't seize every advantage that's seizable.
J.
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I'm flattered Pure, but I think I must have more girlfriends than you. We like getting laid and we like kicking the boys out of the house when we are done. Wimpy little punk rock twits, what was I thinking?
No, definitley RR has more reasons for not doing the homeless denizens of the spirit world that are not pure self-interest, I just think the altruistic ones were being addressed in this case. I agree that the mayor has a definite morality about him. Cannot amorality become a kind of morality? I wonder sometimes if my devil's advocacy is not because I think I'm doing the world a semi-favor, here eat this apple, take the red pill people, wake up!!!!
I certainly don't seize every advantage. I like people, genuinely, at times. I'm curious about them, if anything, and I respect their various histories too much to objectify them as much as I like to rant and rave about sometimes.
No, definitley RR has more reasons for not doing the homeless denizens of the spirit world that are not pure self-interest, I just think the altruistic ones were being addressed in this case. I agree that the mayor has a definite morality about him. Cannot amorality become a kind of morality? I wonder sometimes if my devil's advocacy is not because I think I'm doing the world a semi-favor, here eat this apple, take the red pill people, wake up!!!!
I certainly don't seize every advantage. I like people, genuinely, at times. I'm curious about them, if anything, and I respect their various histories too much to objectify them as much as I like to rant and rave about sometimes.
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I'd forgotten that, in the famous Singin' In The Rain sequence in A Clockwork Orange; Alex is also preparing the writer's wife for rape as he bludgeons the poor bugger. I was watching it last night and right after he tapes the rubber ball into her mouth, he gives the helpless woman (she is slung over the shoulder of one of the droogs) a very hard, utterly gratuitous slap in the face; right in sync with the routine. Glorious, glorious ultraviolence.
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exploitation, hard-on supremacy, name that noir fantasy, random thoughts
The perverse thing about prostitution (as it is practiced today) is that The Girl must fulfil her john's sexual needs, before her own essential needs can be met. As the world swirls the Hard-on appears to be worth more than the Girl herself.
The perverse thing about prostitution (as it is practiced today) is that The Girl must fulfil her john's sexual needs, before her own essential needs can be met. As the world swirls the Hard-on appears to be worth more than the Girl herself.
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ED said,
//exploitation, hard-on supremacy, name that noir fantasy, random thoughts
The perverse thing about prostitution (as it is practiced today) is that The Girl must fulfil her john's sexual needs, before her own essential needs can be met. As the world swirls the Hard-on appears to be worth more than the Girl herself.//
I don't quite follow, ED. Prostitution is based on the conjunction of hardon and money (or similar) on the one side, and some material lack on the other. By def, it's the exchange of sex for some material gain; it happen in the 'direction' it does since women more often lack material position. iirc, even some apes have been seen to have 'prostitution' "I give you a banana, you service me".
Of course the john's sexual needs come first, *as a way of meeting her material needs.' This is not different from any other employment. If I'm the kings butler, His needs come before mine, and I get paid, get housing, etc. in exchange. To put it in your terms, the King's need to be served is 'worth more' than the Butler himself.
I personally don't see anything wrong with prostitution, but wish it were more evenly distributed among the sexes. The problems are the greater earning power of the males, making them the primary customers; and the disadvantages of young single females, esp. with children, and or dropped out, who have to choose between minimum wage, waitressing, and high wage prostitution. In Canada and a number of Western countries (and some Nevada counties) it's legal (or the law turns a blind eye to it) , and the betterment of women (in those countries), including prostitutes, is usually said to be the result.
I'm not sure how this related to predation, but with it, I also think it would be better spread around in unusual sex/gender combos.
J.
//exploitation, hard-on supremacy, name that noir fantasy, random thoughts
The perverse thing about prostitution (as it is practiced today) is that The Girl must fulfil her john's sexual needs, before her own essential needs can be met. As the world swirls the Hard-on appears to be worth more than the Girl herself.//
I don't quite follow, ED. Prostitution is based on the conjunction of hardon and money (or similar) on the one side, and some material lack on the other. By def, it's the exchange of sex for some material gain; it happen in the 'direction' it does since women more often lack material position. iirc, even some apes have been seen to have 'prostitution' "I give you a banana, you service me".
Of course the john's sexual needs come first, *as a way of meeting her material needs.' This is not different from any other employment. If I'm the kings butler, His needs come before mine, and I get paid, get housing, etc. in exchange. To put it in your terms, the King's need to be served is 'worth more' than the Butler himself.
I personally don't see anything wrong with prostitution, but wish it were more evenly distributed among the sexes. The problems are the greater earning power of the males, making them the primary customers; and the disadvantages of young single females, esp. with children, and or dropped out, who have to choose between minimum wage, waitressing, and high wage prostitution. In Canada and a number of Western countries (and some Nevada counties) it's legal (or the law turns a blind eye to it) , and the betterment of women (in those countries), including prostitutes, is usually said to be the result.
I'm not sure how this related to predation, but with it, I also think it would be better spread around in unusual sex/gender combos.
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In my head i was setting up prostitution today against presumably well fed holy whore of another age and embellishing on the shift in power.
It's also a dark fantasy- because it's near to an unfair reality, to imagine that the level of needs being exchanged reflects in a personal way on the relative values of the participants in the eyes of each other and of the society at large i.e. He can pay her to fulfil his sexual need because her dire straits aren't important to the people around her in a way that shakes them up. On top of which most of the world's dire straits prostitutes are women because as you pointed out, their gender embodies their value to a lot of people.
If she were a shoemaker for Nike it would be a similar situation. I have quality footwear at quality price because someone in the world is in the position of having to accept poor and unfair treatment to make her living sewing them. Her life and labour is devalued in relation to my lifestyle and pretty shoes. Footwear isn't sexy to me, so I didn't bring it up. Grossly unequal sexual relations are perverse to me, but freaky too.
Hope that made sense. I am trying to cut down on convolutedness.
Nothing to do with predation by the way, except maybe in the vulnerability vein you guys were discussing.
It's also a dark fantasy- because it's near to an unfair reality, to imagine that the level of needs being exchanged reflects in a personal way on the relative values of the participants in the eyes of each other and of the society at large i.e. He can pay her to fulfil his sexual need because her dire straits aren't important to the people around her in a way that shakes them up. On top of which most of the world's dire straits prostitutes are women because as you pointed out, their gender embodies their value to a lot of people.
If she were a shoemaker for Nike it would be a similar situation. I have quality footwear at quality price because someone in the world is in the position of having to accept poor and unfair treatment to make her living sewing them. Her life and labour is devalued in relation to my lifestyle and pretty shoes. Footwear isn't sexy to me, so I didn't bring it up. Grossly unequal sexual relations are perverse to me, but freaky too.
Hope that made sense. I am trying to cut down on convolutedness.
Nothing to do with predation by the way, except maybe in the vulnerability vein you guys were discussing.
