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A putrid statement? What does that mean? You can't say someone is not high class if you can't even agree on a meaning for the term. I have a feeling you've only said what you've said to insult others..no deep convictions, very little grasp of what's moral and what's not, but a lot of self-satisfied bs.Quote:
Originally Posted by my my my!
Some of the best people I have ever met are hookers . I love them!
I have a feeling you're an idiot, if you don't understand the meaning of a putrid statement.Quote:
Originally Posted by broncofan
I'm not out to protect anybody. they're adults and can fend for themselves. If they voluntarily enter the sex worker industry, the consequences are there for them and those who frequent them. I still think it is degrading, demeaning, and demoralizing to some extent.Quote:
Originally Posted by broncofan
If they "like" doing it, more power to them, Still does not make them "better" or higher class than a street walker, sorry.
I understand what it means in isolation. I have no clue what the phrase's putrid-ness has to do with your answer to the question.Quote:
Originally Posted by my my my!
As I said, I've never heard of anyone who calls prostitution dehumanizing and then decides it best to insult the people you think have been dehumanized. This would be akin to saying, "you know coal miners face all sorts of threats to their health and often have a reduced life expectancy.......what assholes." But each to their own.
You say that while on a porn forum? You can throw porn stars into your thinking as they sell their bodies for money. If its so degrading, demeaning and demoralizing then why are you on a porn forum?Quote:
Originally Posted by my my my!
Very Important concepts here: Suppose that you are born into a wealthy family...so you have an inheritance, let's say, $1.000.000. You are kind of protected....you have time...to be what you want to be.
Suppose, on the other hand, you are poor, or relatively so...any yet you are different...what are your choices???? Perhaps you are forced to become a provider...to get coin.
Here is the rub, however...it matters not, unless and until something happens or snaps inside the provider, wherein they are changed, hardened, to such an extent that they can no longer react to "true love" or they are so trapped by the high income they might earn that they can not leave the provider business UNTIL it is TOO LATE to be able to enjoy True Love, and the freedom that only true love can bring to life.
"How many roads must a Man walk down, Before they call him a man??"
"How may tricks must a provider provide, before she is destroyed to such an extent that she could never quit and be happy??"
The theory here, of course, is that, when you think about any of this, you realize that whether anyone is straight, or gay or trans or whatever, real happiness seems to encompass only a very few concepts, and they really are all of the same category...This idea of class misses the point of happiness...nothing is desired on earth but happiness, itself...If you are on the way to the point where you are being destroyed by what you do, to the extent thay you may never again be happy, they you really are in trouble, whether you might be identified as a person with class.
Yeah...Poor bastard!Quote:
Originally Posted by AshlynCreamher
I'll have to offer to take the load off one day!
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
Oh if only.Quote:
Originally Posted by Jericho