The more I read my previous post, the less happy I am with it.

For a start, it makes it seem as if I have something against street girls. I don’t. That’s just not the part of the market that I am aiming for. If someone wants to work in this industry and chooses to work in a parlour or on a street corner, then I salute them, it’s just not for me.

The point I was trying (badly) to make in my last post was that we all market ourselves differently. We are all different. Not necessarily better or worse, just not the same.

The thing we fight against is the media portrayal of us as crack whores (or whatever). This got me thinking. If I have so much trouble convincing some people that I do this of my own free will, because I enjoy it and that I don’t touch drugs. What about the the street girls who do the job because they enjoy it. Probably about 50% of people would rather believe that I do this because I’m coerced and desperate. Imagine how hard it would be for a happy street hooker to convince people that she doesn’t need to be rescued.

I would love to sit down with a girl who works the streets for all the right reasons and have a chat. I’d love to find out just how much the same/different our worlds are. I wonder if Julie Bindel has ever done that? She seems to quite carefully stick to anyone who will reinforce her beliefs.

The more I think about the word escort, the more I think that it could apply to anyone in the industry as long as they don’t limit themselves to 5 minute blowjobs just to feed their habit.

Call girl… That works for me. Ok, call needs to extend to email, but it’s close enough. The problem with that is that it starts to wend it’s way toward the lingo that is used at the uber expensive end of the market and I really don’t want anyone to associate me with that either.

The not wanting to be associated with things isn’t snobbery by the way. It’s more about making sure that clients know what to expect when they meet me. If I was feeling snobby, I would market myself as a “High class courtesan”. I’m not and sooner or later a client would meet me for the first time and die laughing. I don’t need that on my conscience.

Every now and again, someone jumps up and down about the word Prostitute. Either it will be a working girl stating that:

I’m not a prostitute, I’m an escort!

Or possibly a pedant, usually a bloke (sorry guys) saying:

You’re all prostitutes and you shouldn’t confuse the issue by calling yourselves anything different. An escort, escorts people (usually men), she doesn’t have sex with them.

The thing is, there are certain images that the word prostitute brings to mind that a  lot of girls just don’t want to be associated with.

For instance, if I tap “Prostitutes” into Google image search, the first result is this charming picture of two street walkers very kindly holding up a lamppost. I shan’t comment on the outfits or the hair… Well, no more than I just have anyway. Now, if you’ve never plied your trade on a street corner, never run over to a car and asked a bewildered Japanese tourist in a rental car whether they are “Lookin’ for business luv?” then why on earth would you want someone to have that image in their mind when they thought of you.

The problem is that while in people’s heads, the word prostitute is synonymous with street walkers, it is actually our correct job title (and theirs too of course).

You can go the other way and call yourself a sex worker, but then you could mean lap dancer, stripper or any number of other things.

So for the guys who constantly question us when we use the words escort, floozy, tart, strumpet and even whore. There is you answer in pictures, so that its easy to understand. The word ‘prostitutes’ brings the above picture. The word ‘escorts’ brings this one. Now call me a snob, but I know which picture I’d rather be associated with.

So consider it a sub-category. A word we use just to clarify things.

Whilst posting an advertisement for my upcoming London visit on the Punterchat forum, I had a moment of self doubt, which led to me Googling the word “lasciviousness”. Now, whilst this in itself is dull and uninteresting, the image which popped up in the results, tickled me no end, so I have decided to share.

For those of you who are interested. Today’s other highlights so far include:

1. Running around the field 3 times in pursuit of an escapee hen. They’re faster than they look.
2. Laying down with my shoulders pressed firmly against the floor in an attempt to ascertain whether I could reach to touch my *ahem* lady parts whilst in this position*

The latter was not just a moment of madness (honest guv), it was because someone asked. This started with a question about whether a man can lay on the floor (in the same position) and cup his testicles with both hands. Feel free to try this at home and let me know. I should warn you though, it’s best to shut the dog out of the room first. They are bamboozled by insane human behaviour and tend to question it by either licking your face whilst they can reach it or jumping on you. All dog owners will, I’m sure, already know the odds on dog paws walloping private parts. Anyway, apparently it all started with the Shroud of Turin… Confused yet? Have a look at a picture of the shroud and all may become clear.

Anyway, I’m off to the dentist, so I’ll catch you all later.

*No, I can’t. Just in case you were wondering.

And very lovely it is too.

http://www.bbwclaire.com

A big smooch

A smackeroo

Ah go on, you know you want to

Ok gentlemen, I can stand it no more.I need to know.

You read my blog. You may be an avid reader, you may just pop in from time to time, but one thing you will notice is that my blog is not loaded with erotica. It never will be, it makes me cringe. If you were to visit some girls’ sites, you will find a blog which has a theme of:

Ooh! I’m so moist…

My lovely client yesterday boinked me in twenty different positions…

It’s like reading Razzle!

I want to know. Do you read them? Do they work as some sort of advertising or are they just “wank fodder”. Do you think “Ooh! I must see this girl”? Or is it more like “Gosh, I’m not going there. Too much to live up to”, or “I can’t go there, she seems far too indiscreet”?

While I’m asking questions:

Is it just me who gets sick of seeing the word “classy” surrounded by spelling mistakes?

Of course (as you know) I iz a klassy kortizon innit

Yours

Curious of Caithness xx

I’ve been thinking more about the street scene. I posted before that we need to do something… but what?

India Knight wrote a cracking piece for the Sunday Times, which I was so impressed with I sent her an email, but that’s another story. I loved the article, but I don’t entirely agree with it.

Yes, brothels should be legal (subject to rules and regulations), but I don’t think that the utopian ideal of a brothel with outreach workers and access to drugs programs would help all of these street girls. Yes, for those who want to change their lives, this would be a Godsend, but what about the others?

The rest of us may find it difficult to understand, but not everyone wants to give up drugs. Just because we don’t understand or approve of their choice doesn’t mean we should give up on them. They still don’t deserve to be easy pickings for thugs and murderers.

So what do we do?

One thought that was put forward on a message board was to make Heroin available on the NHS. The view was that Heroin addicts are perfectly capable of leading their lives in a normal manner, it’s the illegality which screws everything up. Now whilst I can see the logic of this, I’m not sure I agree. I don’t know enough abut Heroin for a start.

Another person mentioned the “Drive in brothels” in Cologne, so I promptly dived into Google.

Eureka!

City Sets Up Drive-In Brothels

BERLIN (Reuters) – The German city of Cologne has set up drive-in brothels in a bid to move the red light district away from near its landmark cathedral, authorities said.

The complex is located on the outskirts of the city and includes an “approach zone” where clients drive their cars past prostitutes to select them.

When they have made their choice, the prostitute is driven into one of the covered parking spaces adjoining a bedroom with a shower.

“The old red light district was more or less uncontrolled,” a city spokesman said, adding that it had become a blight on the cathedral area with passers-by sometimes mistaken for prostitutes.

The complex is open from 2 p.m. to 2 a.m. Prostitution is legal in Germany and police or city administration officials are on the site, together with a Catholic charity to provide support for the prostitutes, many of whom are drug users.

The project, the first publicly funded scheme of its kind in the country, cost the taxpayer 830,000 marks ($387,100).

That’s inspired!

I can’t see that these girls would shy away from it and think how much safer they would be. It gets my vote.

More daughters, sisters, girlfriends, wives and mothers taken before their time.

These girls were a target, not just because they were prostitutes, but specifically because they were street girls.

Any self respecting psychopath knows that if you want to go on a killing spree, you look amongst society’s lost folk for victims. If you’re looking for women to kill, then the obvious thing to do is find street prostitutes.

Why?

Because what they do is illegal, so they will hide themselves away. Out of sight, out of mind.

Maybe our hypothetical psychopath will strike it lucky, maybe his victim will be a runaway, homeless on the street and selling herself. If she has no home to go to, then she won’t be missed when she doesn’t return. Maybe, if he’s really lucky, she will have a drug problem as well. Maybe through her addiction she has isolated her self completely. Maybe the only person who will miss her is her dealer.

Why are these girls still out there? Making what they do illegal doesn’t stop them, it just makes them withdraw into dark places.

Why, in our enlightened society, where the AA and RAC will send a patrol at super speed to a woman on her own, where we are sent a text with details of our taxi after a night out so that we don’t get into the wrong car, are these girls left to hope for the best and fend for themselves.

Kick a little. Demand a change in the law. Not a law that drives them even further underground. A law that supports them. A law that lets them work together, in safety. The means to change their lives and get out of prostitution, if that’s what they want. Come on people… Kick a little.

For a change.

I tripped over this while I was looking for something.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=FnFQevPl_1o

Ooh! That takes me back

… Amber

This video doesn’t make me weep*. It is very sweet though and very well made.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMtyOCoqHTk

*I reserve that for Dog Borstal.