Being human implies liking and disliking things, as well as having opinions about almost everything around us, even if occasionally we don’t know too much about the problems we discuss. It is normal to have thoughts! But sometimes, the fact that we have the ability to rationalize is not enough and we need a bit of research before we can be for or against something.
In a world gone mad, we’re now seeing people so desperately dodge the archaic prostitution laws that they’re using other crimes as alibies. And not just those ordinary day ‘I made a mistake’ sort of excuses, but actually admitting to taking and buying drugs. This was the case for Michael Wokoh this week, found kerb crawling the streets of Bristol in the early hours of the 20th of May this year.
Ah the trill of meeting an escort. Your heart is racing, your hands are sweaty and your mind is trying to decide whether to have that last wank so you can last just a little longer. But when that beauty moonlights through the door, we know it can be a little too easy to let excitement take over, and your thoughts become a whole bunch of poorly-worded Ping-Pong balls waiting to fall through and clumsily spill from your lips.
Throughout the chronicles of history there has been bribery in one form or another – from a well-endowed goat, gifted to the local aristocracy, to a small bag of gold tightly bound by a ribbon. Our society, however, is far more progressive. We’re gone past these unnecessary gifts of materialism to the good-old fashioned offering of actual flesh and blood.
The need for company knows no bounds. Whether high or low, old or young, it is an essential necessity that we all feel. And there’s nothing to better remind us of that fact then when a high-flying executive hires a prostitute to keep him company on a lonely train ride, and then claims his lascivious getaway as a business expense.
For many men, talk of women paying for sex is like sweet, succulent poetry to their ears. It heralds a new age where the ever-present desire for sex is no longer exclusive to the male gender, and perhaps English nightclubs will cease to be the sausage-fest spheres of reciprocated frustration and sadness that they have become.
I have heard of many ways that councils have tried to attack the sex industry. In Scotland, they are doing everything the can to close down proper massage parlours, and therefore forcing the working girls onto the street. Across the Irish Sea, the Northern Irish Assembly looks like it is going to make it illegal to buy sex, and in doing so, push the industry underground. However, this tactic coming from Australia blew my mind.