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2008

To name a prostitute in a way that she shall be most marketable and a product of fantasy giving the most pleasurable experience for money. It is an interesting way to create roleplay and turn something quite everyday into luxurious and desirable again and again, a sellable object which we in everyday seem to become more and more. To buy sex is the most notorious thing or almost, still very out of the ordinary for many to think of doing, a kind of last option when options are few or non-existent. We need to come, have an orgasm to function, to be creative and relaxed, a kind of newly born and revitalized, reborn and unloaded to be reloaded. For many sex is a need like eating. It is in us built in to be sexual and the magnitude it rules us is obviously too much to take and everywhere, so how much sex is harmful? And to who? The amount of how much sex is in our minds and in front of us is massive, how much it is talked about and constantly somehow remade like a body is cut to look attractive for sexual purposes. It is to release oneself out of the boundaries set, not to have any, but we do need to have boundaries, because without limits we are lost pretty quickly. Stepping out of the lawful and respectable to be fun-loving and youthful constantly is the fantasy. The same is real for the one who sells sex, it stops being anything other than a job? Although one has done the work of releasing oneself of ties of decency or is in the situation of no other option than to sell sex or other work is just dull. The lack of options and freedoms is what is the worrying issue. Are we being forced as it seems and we are basically valued for our looks as long as it lasts?

What is wanted of a sex worker is the service which is dangerous and hazardous, exciting and against the rules of proper behaviour and very addictive plus a life short-lived too often. It is to let all inhibitions go and become the animal and be used. Use humans for sexual pleasure only one can say asking who is the animal. Putting all out there, all being the body, what it can do and give, how far can and will you go. A warm body, touching it, a body touching another, the act and play of it, to be penetrated, which can be one idea to own someone for a moment and reasons there are few, survival being the biggest to buy and sell sex. For some sex equals living to the fullest. Then there are more ruthless ideas why. Body is the fantasy and object to use and abuse, which is not unhuman but very human behaviour. What does body represent is sex and value or worthlessness comes with it. We are sex and what these concepts sex and body do for us on mental and material levels, sex and sexuality seem to be the most interesting topics today, equalling freedom of choice, unity or separation. One can wonder is it really that interesting as identity, sexuality. Sex is an enormous taboo which taboo creates restrictions, crimes and forbidden fantasies. It is the we can’t, we must not, we should not sometimes even think about it, it’s dirty as it is. For many sex or any reference to sex is ugly and humiliating. It is pushed away as something filthy and dirty and therefore fun, which thought feeds the fantasies. Today I see less and less beauty there though. But firstly sex is to make babies and have a family, not harmless fun, which culture today promotes and celebrates: abuse it as much as you can.

When we can’t in the bedroom, we can’t much anywhere else? Women’s value fades when they lose sexual desirability, interestingly and showing naked body should always be paid for and earn with it. So what is nudity in art then? Just another turn on?

Power of sex is enormous and it is everywhere creating interest, addiction and focus. It can be called pornofication of the mind. To me it seems it is finding all possible ways to express the basic need we have and what we truly want and want to see, see inside and discard, all is on the surface, we don’t want to know you, you are your body. Strangely denial makes us yearn for the forbidden. When lots of things stay forbidden for their corruptive effect and sexuality being the biggest demon out there, we go looking for the forbidden partly because it feels freeing and fun. We are in search for the fun in an instant. Fun being banned for it is against God and against society which somehow makes strange scenes, but what is God? We become prohibited, afraid, anal, you know when you have fingers and head up your arse. Afraid of doing wrong, afraid of doing against the authority, afraid of yourself, afraid to live, afraid of who you are, afraid to go search for who you are, afraid to speak out and against the oppressors, afraid of nudity, afraid of something very normal corrupting us, afraid of sex and afraid of truth. Sex is truth? Gender is not. To think sex corrupts our minds is therefore a corrupt thought? Fear is corruptive, addiction and compulsion corrupt. Fear of breaking something which must be broken. Fear of sex is to be afraid of who we are?

Discussion around prostitution goes on and the emphasis is on protecting women and men who work as sex workers. Unemployment and poverty make prostitution a tempting and sometimes only option.

 

It is said that prostitution equals selling your soul as you sell your body and yourself for a moment for someone to use you for pleasure.

Depending of course on what kind of relationship one has with one’s body, sexuality, soul (if you will), yourself as a person and what you are to do with life, in life. I myself have been interested in prostitute life ever since I started to grow an interest in art. A lot of art, literature and fine art was about sexuality, pleasure, denial and looking straight at the thing that was and is the most filthiest and dirtiest of all. Literature, poetry and novels, fine art, all of it, that I indulged depicted a lot of sheer pornography, jumping into sin, testing where one could go by doing this and liking it. So to me any scandal concerning sex in art is more than funny. As is male dominance, sexism, privilege and high-class spaces where art fluently floats or it should and I do not ( can’t see the point of floating nor penetrating such charade and pretense). Clearly art I have been exposed to has been all about not pretending but enjoying all aspects of life and beauty. It has been heartbreaking to learn that this honesty I found was false and the best I could do was to pretend and please.

I admire prostitutes. I admire their beauty, vulgarity, femininity and existence. But I can’t help of feeling concern for their well-being. Also well-being of those who do not choose to be prostitutes.

http://www.salon.com/2015/09/19/my_lessons_in_prostitution_how_i_learned_the_myth_of_the_high_class_hooker/”I didn’t come across often were women like myself who worked all areas. Almost always, the women I met who worked in more than one area of prostitution worked either on the streets and in brothels, or in brothels and escort agencies. Working a crossover on the entire range of the scale, as I did, was unusual; so I believe that through simple diversity of experience I’ve got a fuller picture of prostitution than many of the women I’ve known.”