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....I always had a "Pretty Woman" fantasy :D
It's just a fantasy though, like bungee jumping or travelling the stars.
Prostitution and everything associated with is a vast subject with far too many complex variables for me to really comment upon much. What I can say is that I'm a proponent of legalising it for much the same reasons as I believe are behind the legalisation done in the Netherlands; to try and protect the health and safety of sex workers. That world is filled to the brim with narcotics abuse, violence and extortion far too often for it to be a good thing as it stands. Having a safe location, funded by my taxes, to conduct said business with easy access to medical facilities, training on STD protection and guidelines and rules to follow monitored by law enforcement, would at least help to alleviate some of those issues. For female, as well as male, prostitutes. I do believe our respective elected officials should consider those questions, even if it isn't a very popular, or vote generating, subject.
In answer to the OP, you were neither right, nor wrong, to dismiss it. You have a right to be you as much as he does. If it works for him, and it's healthy, more power to him. If you really dwelve into the moral implications of it, well, that's a labyrinthe that's wildly complex to explore, with varied conclusions that all have some measure of merit.
 
I had a relationship with a prostitute. No, not like that. It was online. She was a 15 year old girl when I met her. She was desperate for help, for feeling more than just pain. I found her in a place like this forum. She'd been sexually abused many times daily by her step father since she was 9 years old. By the time we'd met she had already abandoned any self-worth.

We'd been friends for two years when I finally convinced her to turn in her stepfather. I regret that. The state sent him to prison and put her in a foster home. She was sexually assaulted by a younger foster brother. When caught by the foster father he decided she was fair game. She went from a home with one abuser to a home with two abusers.

She wouldn't turn them in. She said she was okay. She said she isn't home when they rape her. She blanks out when sex is forced on her.

When she was eighteen the state got her a job and a subsidized apartment and let her go. What they didn't get her was someone to help her cope in the real world. She lost her job, and then her apartment. She was missing from me for more than a year.

She came back to me when she could, having remembered my email address. She told me of being homeless all that time and eating from the garbage. A ruthless pimp found her, got her hooked on crack, prostituted her out. She didn't want it. She was a slave. He gave her no way out.

She was traded to another man, who cleaned up her addiction, but still prostituted her out. She had no free will. Her experience had left her to being helplessly submissive. She had no strength to fight against those that told her what to do. She was beaten when she disobeyed. She had been convinced she wasn't human, just an animal. She was an introvert, and agoraphobic. She wasn't given payment for what she was forced to do. Room and board. She was kept in a room with a TV and a Game Boy for entertainment, which was how she chatted with me. She never knew what city he'd moved her to.

She wasn't allowed contacts. She had to sneak. I was her anchor to an alternate reality. She had three children during that time. They moved to a new house. She didn't know where. She remembered the house numbers, and an odd feature of the house. I used them to eventually find it in a real estate listing and she was able to identify it from pictures of the rooms. For the first time I knew where she was.

As we were planning her escape he found out. It turns out Game Boy kept a history of our chats. They moved. We never again knew where she was.

We solved the chat history issue. I'd written a simple chat application that wouldn't be recorded. We were able to use it for the next many years without Him discovering us. But there was never again hope of getting her out. Chatting was her escape. We built fantasy lands of magic and happiness where we played.

She developed progressive Multiple Sclerosis. She got worse. It became hard for her to type. I've not heard from her for the past four years.

When you think of prostitution you might first consider child abuse, and the mental disease it can cause. You might think of young girls desperate for survival. You might realize there is little chance for a small girl to oppose an aggressive male. Sometimes there is just no way out.

How many actually chose that life. Some, I'm sure. But I think most would tell a sad story of how they got there.
 
I had a relationship with a prostitute. No, not like that. It was online. She was a 15 year old girl when I met her. She was desperate for help, for feeling more than just pain. I found her in a place like this forum. She'd been sexually abused many times daily by her step father since she was 9 years old. By the time we'd met she had already abandoned any self-worth.

We'd been friends for two years when I finally convinced her to turn in her stepfather. I regret that. The state sent him to prison and put her in a foster home. She was sexually assaulted by a younger foster brother. When caught by the foster father he decided she was fair game. She went from a home with one abuser to a home with two abusers.

She wouldn't turn them in. She said she was okay. She said she isn't home when they rape her. She blanks out when sex is forced on her.

When she was eighteen the state got her a job and a subsidized apartment and let her go. What they didn't get her was someone to help her cope in the real world. She lost her job, and then her apartment. She was missing from me for more than a year.

She came back to me when she could, having remembered my email address. She told me of being homeless all that time and eating from the garbage. A ruthless pimp found her, got her hooked on crack, prostituted her out. She didn't want it. She was a slave. He gave her no way out.

She was traded to another man, who cleaned up her addiction, but still prostituted her out. She had no free will. Her experience had left her to being helplessly submissive. She had no strength to fight against those that told her what to do. She was beaten when she disobeyed. She had been convinced she wasn't human, just an animal. She was an introvert, and agoraphobic. She wasn't given payment for what she was forced to do. Room and board. She was kept in a room with a TV and a Game Boy for entertainment, which was how she chatted with me. She never knew what city he'd moved her to.

She wasn't allowed contacts. She had to sneak. I was her anchor to an alternate reality. She had three children during that time. They moved to a new house. She didn't know where. She remembered the house numbers, and an odd feature of the house. I used them to eventually find it in a real estate listing and she was able to identify it from pictures of the rooms. For the first time I knew where she was.

As we were planning her escape he found out. It turns out Game Boy kept a history of our chats. They moved. We never again knew where she was.

We solved the chat history issue. I'd written a simple chat application that wouldn't be recorded. We were able to use it for the next many years without Him discovering us. But there was never again hope of getting her out. Chatting was her escape. We built fantasy lands of magic and happiness where we played.

She developed progressive Multiple Sclerosis. She got worse. It became hard for her to type. I've not heard from her for the past four years.

When you think of prostitution you might first consider child abuse, and the mental disease it can cause. You might think of young girls desperate for survival. You might realize there is little chance for a small girl to oppose an aggressive male. Sometimes there is just no way out.

How many actually chose that life. Some, I'm sure. But I think most would tell a sad story of how they got there.
I regret making light of the subject. Just thought the guy and the prostitutes seemed happy with the arrangement and the fact it helped with his loneliness.They probably all have tragic lives you're right.Thanks for your post.
 
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I don't get why it's so frowned upon at all. To me it's like any other profession. I do truly believe there are many out there that benefit from intimacy, even though it is purchased. Alot of people are lonely so why would it be wrong to sell something that will make another one happy. We all use different things to get through this life with our sanity intact, I run to drain my problems, some go to a store and gets comfort food, some drink or smoke weed.
If what you are offering to another isn't hurting anyone then it's no one's business to judge.
 
If what you are offering to another isn't hurting anyone then it's no one's business to judge.
I agree. A victimless crime is no crime. It's an annoyance to some that want it stopped. It is unfortunate that there are those in the profession that are the victims. There are those that do not want to, but are forced to sell their intimacy. In those cases it is not a victimless crime, but the criminals are those that abuse them.
 
I had a relationship with a prostitute. No, not like that. It was online. She was a 15 year old girl when I met her. She was desperate for help, for feeling more than just pain. I found her in a place like this forum. She'd been sexually abused many times daily by her step father since she was 9 years old. By the time we'd met she had already abandoned any self-worth.

We'd been friends for two years when I finally convinced her to turn in her stepfather. I regret that. The state sent him to prison and put her in a foster home. She was sexually assaulted by a younger foster brother. When caught by the foster father he decided she was fair game. She went from a home with one abuser to a home with two abusers.

She wouldn't turn them in. She said she was okay. She said she isn't home when they rape her. She blanks out when sex is forced on her.

When she was eighteen the state got her a job and a subsidized apartment and let her go. What they didn't get her was someone to help her cope in the real world. She lost her job, and then her apartment. She was missing from me for more than a year.

She came back to me when she could, having remembered my email address. She told me of being homeless all that time and eating from the garbage. A ruthless pimp found her, got her hooked on crack, prostituted her out. She didn't want it. She was a slave. He gave her no way out.

She was traded to another man, who cleaned up her addiction, but still prostituted her out. She had no free will. Her experience had left her to being helplessly submissive. She had no strength to fight against those that told her what to do. She was beaten when she disobeyed. She had been convinced she wasn't human, just an animal. She was an introvert, and agoraphobic. She wasn't given payment for what she was forced to do. Room and board. She was kept in a room with a TV and a Game Boy for entertainment, which was how she chatted with me. She never knew what city he'd moved her to.

She wasn't allowed contacts. She had to sneak. I was her anchor to an alternate reality. She had three children during that time. They moved to a new house. She didn't know where. She remembered the house numbers, and an odd feature of the house. I used them to eventually find it in a real estate listing and she was able to identify it from pictures of the rooms. For the first time I knew where she was.

As we were planning her escape he found out. It turns out Game Boy kept a history of our chats. They moved. We never again knew where she was.

We solved the chat history issue. I'd written a simple chat application that wouldn't be recorded. We were able to use it for the next many years without Him discovering us. But there was never again hope of getting her out. Chatting was her escape. We built fantasy lands of magic and happiness where we played.

She developed progressive Multiple Sclerosis. She got worse. It became hard for her to type. I've not heard from her for the past four years.

When you think of prostitution you might first consider child abuse, and the mental disease it can cause. You might think of young girls desperate for survival. You might realize there is little chance for a small girl to oppose an aggressive male. Sometimes there is just no way out.

How many actually chose that life. Some, I'm sure. But I think most would tell a sad story of how they got there.

What a tragic story. Life sucks I hope she's ok wherever she is
 
i have always contemplated on just hiring a prostitute to unlabel myself as a virgin, but in the end i just couldnt get myself to do it.
be it me being a hopeless romantic and hoping one day the girl would finally come or the fact that im so conservative and would rather stay a virgin for the girl that ill eventually get married to.
im already 33 and it sometimes just makes me hate myself more how pathetic i am for not even taking advantage of those times i could have do it with the women i was with. instead i cried like a *****. its just shameful you know?
its not like id get a medal if i died a virgin or anything so what is it thats keeping me from hiring one is just mind blogging.
my stance on if girls or boy should do prostitution is rather unclear but its happening everywhere already so the only thing id like is atleast not force people to do it like pimps owning girls(or boys) and cutting their profits.
 
I didn't realize when I wrote that story of the girl that it would be so hard to respond to the sympathies you all show. To like your replies seemed too festive for the dismal subject. The others too ambiguous. I almost couldn't write this post, but you deserve to know I appreciate your responses. She and I spent 15 years together. That was half her life. There was a lot that is too grim to say in public. Of all the people I've never met, I knew her the best. Thinking of her reminds me that no matter how bad it gets for me, it will never be as bad as what they put her through.

To be the shining light in an otherwise darkened world, to hear a smile in her words, for her to share her children with me, to be her strength when it got really bad, it was both uplifting and heartbreaking. Emotional chaos.

She liked clowns.

Thanks.
 
I didn't realize when I wrote that story of the girl that it would be so hard to respond to the sympathies you all show. To like your replies seemed too festive for the dismal subject. The others too ambiguous. I almost couldn't write this post, but you deserve to know I appreciate your responses. She and I spent 15 years together. That was half her life. There was a lot that is too grim to say in public. Of all the people I've never met, I knew her the best. Thinking of her reminds me that no matter how bad it gets for me, it will never be as bad as what they put her through.

To be the shining light in an otherwise darkened world, to hear a smile in her words, for her to share her children with me, to be her strength when it got really bad, it was both uplifting and heartbreaking. Emotional chaos.

She liked clowns.

Thanks.
There are no words.
This should never happen.
What little you could do I hope made her life a bit easier to bear.
 
I'm so sorry about that girl.

That's the first reason why I don't approve it: as far as we have the indusrty we have such the girls.

The second is that I wouldn't wish such a profession neither for me not for my child, so why should I wish it for someone else.
I wonder, would someone be happy to find out his grown child is a prostitute?

The third is that hiring someone for sex sounds not natural for me. Like it's not real and you only become more lonely.

May be all the negative comes genetically from the times there were no rubber so people had to minimize their sexual contacts, dunno, but I still feel prostitution is not good. I don't believe it's good for the prostitutes, I think they may be just can't get another way and most of them would make other choice if they could.
 
I think that if we made it safe to practice that industry then we would atleast have less of those who abuse girls and force them into selling sex. When we are dealing with something like this that's bound to exist no matter what you do, then atleast give those girls the rights and the means to getting out of it.
 
lol aren't you a prostitute if you're making money because of the orgasms you give? what about pornstars and camgirls??? shouldn't they be counted as prostitutes too????
 
lol aren't you a prostitute if you're making money because of the orgasms you give? what about pornstars and camgirls??? shouldn't they be counted as prostitutes too????
Prostitution is a physical exchange in the flesh. No, sex entertainment without contact is not prostitution.
 
i have always contemplated on just hiring a prostitute to unlabel myself as a virgin, but in the end i just couldnt get myself to do it.
be it me being a hopeless romantic and hoping one day the girl would finally come or the fact that im so conservative and would rather stay a virgin for the girl that ill eventually get married to.
im already 33 and it sometimes just makes me hate myself more how pathetic i am for not even taking advantage of those times i could have do it with the women i was with. instead i cried like a *****. its just shameful you know?
its not like id get a medal if i died a virgin or anything so what is it thats keeping me from hiring one is just mind blogging.
my stance on if girls or boy should do prostitution is rather unclear but its happening everywhere already so the only thing id like is atleast not force people to do it like pimps owning girls(or boys) and cutting their profits.

I'm not aahsmed of my virginity anymore. I find sex meaningless if it's not with someone I like or love.
 
Ethical considerations aside, I don't know how a man with a properly formed ego can do this. Many of us have experienced either antipathy from the opposite sex or are invisible to women completely; the last thing we need are experiences with dead eyed sex workers 'blanking out' during it.

And as a solution to virginity it makes no sense as people will judge this at least as harshly as being a virgin, and in a sense you still are a virgin anyway since no woman has ever wanted you. As "practice" it's worthless. Getting through anxiety over the act itself, perhaps, but I still don't it consider worth the cost to self-esteem and self-image.
 
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I'm not aahsmed of my virginity anymore. I find sex meaningless if it's not with someone I like or love.
yeah i know thats a good way to think about it..but sometimes people just make me feel like im a complete idiot for not having done the horizontal mamba so to speak. and you know how it is when guys get together and talk about women.. thats why im more happier now that ive isolated myself from most socializing so i dont have to make up stories about encounters about women.
here there are so much women into prostitution like not literally prostitution in a sense that they'll announce it but gradually just gold dig it from people they know have money.
i could get into that and maybe reform a prostitute but i suppose im just too stuck up on my exs i dont find women pretty anymore unless theyre caucasian or at the very least japanese.
 
Ethical considerations aside, I don't know how a man with a properly formed ego can do this. Many of us have experienced either antipathy from the opposite sex or are invisible to women completely; the last thing we need are experiences with dead eyed sex workers 'blanking out' during it.

And as a solution to virginity it makes no sense as people will judge this at least as harshly as being a virgin, and in a sense you still are a virgin anyway since no woman has ever wanted you. As "practice" it's worthless. Getting through anxiety over the act itself, perhaps, but I still don't it consider worth the cost to self-esteem and self-image.
It's like you didn't read my starting post atall.You just get off on putting a negative spin on everything. Dead eyed sex workers...what are you like Ardour.According to my co- worker they both enjoyed the experience of chatting together and then girlfriend type sex.Alright it helps he's got £150 in his pocket but how honestly do you know some prostitutes don't enjoy it ,enjoy the act of pretending to be a girlfriend. For me to be basic rocking about on someone's dick needs a fair bit of effort don't you think .Are you telling me all sex workers fake orgasms,i'm sure that's not the case.If I was single and a lady offered me good money for some sex I'd probably go for it.And if I was a virgin I would employ a prostitute no problem.
 
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