The oldest profession in the world.The profession that has catered for both men and women,generation after generation.Call it prostitution,call it commercial sex work,call it the happiness trade or even the pursuit of electricity,it is as real as the teeth in your mouth or as the hole in your backside!
A prostitute is like a barber.She will give you what you have paid for.No questions asked,no strings attached.However,there are many amongst us who are quick to judge yet we wouldn't mind a night in the warm embrace of a well endowed prostitute.
Many are the women who will curse a commercial sex worker to hell and back and yet will not bat an eyelid as they solicit money from their boyfriends and husbands.They will hold back sex from their men only to yield when given payment of some sort.
Prostitution is defined as having sex for material gain.There is no woman who does not at one time in her life use sex as a tool to get what she wants.The difference is only with the time before the payment is done.When you start dating a girl you might have to buy some coffees before you finally get to her pussy.For those who are serious to marry,you will always pay to get into your wife's pants knowingly or unknowingly.We can therefore not single out a few women and call them prostitutes.All women are prostitutes but what dose that say of the men?What do you call a person who engages the services of a prostitute?We can safely say that all humans are prostitutes.How I choose to practice it is what makes the difference.
As artistes we are always crying how people do not respect our trade.Respect cannot be bought,it is earned.For the girls in the industry who spread their legs on their way up I have one question:Is everything not moral immoral,and everything not immoral moral?
It is your life.Be crude,loose,indecent,uncouth,be rude.Sleep around as much as you want but never justify that with being an artiste.You are a prostitute.Be proud of yourself.
If I do not respect myself,who I am and what I do,why should others respect me.Yes we are what we are because we want to be.So what?
Thursday 31 March 2011
Wednesday 30 March 2011
ILLICIT
Danger attracts.It does not repel.She is as attractive as danger itself.Maybe if we had met earlier and in different circumstances things would be different.Now I have to run,from her.
The faster I run,the faster she pursues.
Nothing would be as sweet as giving in and yielding to the chase.The thrill is in the chase but if I allow myself to be caught,I will be done.I will be cast aside just like the few before me.I will be another feather to her cap.Cast aside like trash.
A friend of mine said,the average woman would rather have beauty than brains because the average man sees better than he can think.She is beautiful but I would rather have brains than beauty,any time.
What she is offering is in plenty elsewhere.She professes love but my love belongs somewhere else.
Whenever I catch myself thinking about her I hate myself for it.What she has never known is that the right person for me has always been with me.I cannot forsake my love for an admirer.In my heart the pursuer is persona non grata.As another of my friends say,"I'd give you the keys to my heart but I'd have to change the locks."
See,I have wise friends but this pursuer just happens to be the rotten apple.She is sold property,marked territory.If it was otherwise I would trespass with pleasure but she is not worth the risk.
I like her but it will never amount to love.To me she is an illegal brew.ILLICIT!
The faster I run,the faster she pursues.
Nothing would be as sweet as giving in and yielding to the chase.The thrill is in the chase but if I allow myself to be caught,I will be done.I will be cast aside just like the few before me.I will be another feather to her cap.Cast aside like trash.
A friend of mine said,the average woman would rather have beauty than brains because the average man sees better than he can think.She is beautiful but I would rather have brains than beauty,any time.
What she is offering is in plenty elsewhere.She professes love but my love belongs somewhere else.
Whenever I catch myself thinking about her I hate myself for it.What she has never known is that the right person for me has always been with me.I cannot forsake my love for an admirer.In my heart the pursuer is persona non grata.As another of my friends say,"I'd give you the keys to my heart but I'd have to change the locks."
See,I have wise friends but this pursuer just happens to be the rotten apple.She is sold property,marked territory.If it was otherwise I would trespass with pleasure but she is not worth the risk.
I like her but it will never amount to love.To me she is an illegal brew.ILLICIT!
SUNSHINE
She is a beautiful one,with beauty and with brains.She is everything a man would wish for in a woman.She is my dream companion but why am I not with her?
She is everything but not all.One simple thing,the opium of the masses deny me what yearn for.It is the strongest of reasons that I believe can make one live a different life from what the heart dictates.
She will always be on my mind,oh if only she could tread the same path as I DO.I would not hesitate to say,I DO!
She is everything but not all.One simple thing,the opium of the masses deny me what yearn for.It is the strongest of reasons that I believe can make one live a different life from what the heart dictates.
She will always be on my mind,oh if only she could tread the same path as I DO.I would not hesitate to say,I DO!
Friday 25 March 2011
NEW BLOG
Great news,they will travel like bushfire.....this is one is gonna be great,this is how we roll.
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