What He, The “Trick” Says

Interesting vary of topics on the site you provided. My opinion, makes me want to do a threesome with a cute, slim, transgender.

Racism, Theft, Addiction, Corruption–underneath public disapproval people are ok with these

People are not going to admit to being racist but just about everyone has assumptions about people, even people who look like them. People say they are all for fairness but if there is a way to get ahead, some secret advantage denied to most others, people will seize it. Married men will almost never say they desire the men dresses like women who are not trying to pass for women (called magus). However, the magus who openly walk the streets of downtown and have done so for years. They have thriving one man businesses powered by the after tax dollars if married men who see them just before or right after seeing their wives. It’s not that people are against theft as much as they are against being robbed themselves. It seems to me that people take as much as they want, steal when they can get away with it, cheat with people they are not supposed to find attractive. The main components of the underworld are privacy to do things without being seen and secrecy so that the light never shines on their actions. If it’s true that what’s done in the dark will come to the light there are people who decide to act acceptably but far more decide to keep that light from shining. That’s what this site is about. It’s a view of what you’d see if you had night vision goggles on.

#secrets
#doublelives
#privacy
#taboos

Hawaii streetwalkers “trapped” in the present by their past

https://secure.givelively.org/donate/starfish-project-incorporated/expansion-campaign-make-room-at-the-table

MAKE ROOM AT THE TABLE

I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT A MOVEMENT, A CHARITY, AN ALBUM, ALL WITH THE THEME OF REACHING OUT TO PEOPLE WHO ARE ALONE, ESPECIALLY ON HOLIDAYS. I PROVIDED THE LINK (SEE ABOVE) SO YOU CAN LOOK OVER ONE OF THE BRANCHES OF THE CHARITY. THE LINK WILL SHOW YOU A CAMPAIGN THAT HAS SINCE ENDED TO RAISE MONEY TO HELP WOMEN WHO ARE “TRAPPED” IN BROTHELS IN ASIA. THEY HAVE TO STAY THERE FOR PRESSURES THAT ARE NOT ENTIRELY FAMILIAR TO AMERICAN WOMEN. HOWEVER, THE PROSTITUTES I SPOKE WITH ABOUT THANKSGIVING SHARED A POINT OF VIEW WITH ME THAT I SHARED WITH YOU A FEW DAYS AGO. THE OUTCASTS OF SOCIETY WERE NOT BORN AS OUTSIDERS, THEY, REALLY–WE, BECAME OUTSIDERS. WE DO NOT HAVE FAMILIES BECAUSE WE FLED ABUSE, OR WE WERE IN ADOPTIVE HOMES THAT REALLY WISHED THEY COULD HAVE A CHILD OF THEIR OWN (A REAL CHILD). WE DO NOT HAVE COLLEAGUES BECAUSE WE HAVE BEEN USING OUR ADULT LIVES WHEN OTHERS ARE CREATING A PROFESSIONAL FOUNDATION. WE DO NOT HAVE FRIENDS BECAUSE WE HANG OUT WITH PEOPLE WHO WANT TO RIP US OFF. PERHAPS MORE IMPORTANTLY, WE BECAME PEOPLE WHO WANTED TO RIP OTHERS OFF. BUT EVEN BEFORE THE DRUGS WE, I SHOULD SAY I, DID NOT KNOW HOW TO GET ALONG WITH PEOPLE AND SOCIAL INTERACTIONS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PUZZLING IN THE MOMENT. I NEVER KNOW WHAT I DID TO GIVE OFFENSE UNTIL IT IS EXPLAINED TO ME AFTER THE INTERACTION IS OVER AND I HAVE MADE A NON-FRIEND. EVERY SITUATION IS SO UNIQUE I FIND IT ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO APPLY LESSONS LEARNED FROM ONE DISASTROUS SOCIAL ENCOUNTER TO ANY OTHER INTERACTIONS. THERE YOU HAVE IT–NO FAMILY, NO FRIENDS, NO COLLEAGUES, AND NO IDEA HOW TO FIX IT. WE ARE TRAPPED IN OUR LONLINESS NOT SO MUCH BY PEOPLE TRAFFICKING US, BUT BY THE DRUG THAT PIMPS US OUT, OR BY OUR LACK OF PRACTICE BEING AROUND PEOPLE, OUR FEAR OF REJECTION, OUR INABILITY TO REACH OUT TO THE PEOPLE AROUND US WHO ARE MOST LIKE US AND FORM A UNION WITH OTHER OUTSIDERS.

IF ONLY WE DID NOT NEED AN INSIDER TO BE PRESENT TO MAKE US FEEL LIKE WE ARE LEGITIMATELY DOING SOMETHING WITH OHTERS THAT IS FULFILLING. LIKE WINONA, THE 60ISH LONG TERM STREETWALKER IN A POST ON THANKSGIVING 2020, WE COULD DO NOTHING TOGETHER, THE TWO OF US, SINCE NEITHER OF US HAD PLANS. AND NEITHER OF US THOUGHT TO RE-FRAME THE IDEA THAT BEING TOGETHER WOULD BE DOING SOMETHING. PREDICTABLY, IT DID NOT HAPPEN ANYWAY. I DID NOT WANT TO REACH OUT TO SOMEONE WHO MADE A CASUAL INVITATION IN PASSING AND WOULD BE UNLIKELY TO REMEMBER BECAUSE IT WAS NOT IMPORTANT. I DID NOT WANT TO FEEL THAT FEELING WHEN YOU KNOW YOUR PRESENCE IS NOT REQUIRED TO MAKE THE DAY COMPLETE FOR SOMEONE ELSE.

UNPOPULAR FACT: LONELY WOMEN WILL TURN TO PROSTITUTION, OR AT LEAST KEEP PRACTICING PROSTITUTION, NOT FOR DRUGS, NOT FOR MONEY, BUT FOR COMPANY. OFFER SEX AND YOU CAN GET TEMPORARY COMPANIONSHIP. AND TEMPORARY COMPANIONSHIP BEATS ISOLATION EVERY DAY OF THE WEEK AND TWICE ON HOLIDAYS!

Different, Unpopular opinions of Prostitution

A link to social media about prostitution

I can’t wait to get skinny so I’ll feel more comfortable hoeing again. from EDAnonymous

An unpopular opinion: engaging in prostitution makes some people feel attractive. It’s like receiving two thumbs up on your looks and no one is pretending to care about your personality

Pictures of Heroin Addicts

Heroin Addicts appear to be sleeping when they are bent at the waist. In this pic they are sitting but they can stand bent over, eyes closed, for an hour without falling. They are not sleeping but are in an alternative reality. As you can see, heroin is not a social drug.

Is a Site Advertising Free Sex Or Escorts? One Word Identifies the Purpose

If you’re on a site that’s offering you companionship, how do you k ow if you are being hooked up with people who expect you to pay upfront to walk through your door, or to allow you to walk through their door? One word tells you everything you need to know. The word?

CASUAL

Casual dating means that price do not expect to receive money. Nor do people expect to pay for anyone’s time. In fact, when you see the word casual you are likely dealing with people who will be highly offended if they are asked for money. They might even get angry and threaten an innocent person making a simple inquiry with bodily harm. So I have been told.

That’s not to say that these people won’t demand sex. They very well might. And when they do, they expect total strangers to do their bidding, for absolutely nothing. I’m not just talking about money. I am talking about conversation, politeness, interest, the intangibles besides money that people trade for sex. These people offer nothing, want what they want, and they are out of there once they get it. Evidently, there are people who go along with this arrangement to make it worthwhile to set up a site. The rules are not really clear. Casual relationships baffle me. Maybe that’s why I turned to escorting. The unnatural transactional relationship requires people to state upfront what’s wanted. No nuance, no cues, no indecipheribles that bewilder someone like me who does not get social repartee. If you’re like me and you want to know what’s what in a way ordinary people never tell you, avoid “casual” at all costs.à

Winona, age 60ish, aging streetwalker, Talks about her Thanksgiving

I miss Thanksgivings like the ones we had when I was growing up. Thanksgiving was a really big deal. Christmas too.

Thanksgiving was really important to my family when I was growing up and it felt like a big deal.

Loneliness on Thanksgiving is a fact of life for working girls in downtown Honolulu.
Now I don’t do anything. If you’re not doing anything we can do nothing together for Thanksgiving. But somehow that is not the same. The good thing is, I have product [slang for illegal drugs that could potentially be sold], so I don’t have to worry about getting a date. There’s at least that to be thankful for. That, and I got to borrow a good shopping cart to push my Lacey [her aging Chihauhau who has lived with her on the streets of downtown Honolulu for over 10 years]. Lacey’s wagon got stolen when I was sleeping on Bishop Street and I had my feet on the wagon, but my back hurt so I had to take my feet off the wagon. That’s all it took for somebody to sneak off with the wagon. I never realized how much harder it is to pull than to push, so I hope something comes up. I am lucky this couple let me borrow the wagon but they want it back for their stuff. They really did it for Lacey, so she could be safe from the sun on her face and the hot asphalt on her feet. Really, I wish I had a baby carriage for Lacey because that’s the best. It would attract less attention when we go to get Thanksgiving dinner at “the River” [the River of Life Christian mission provides two free hot meals and holiday supper for hundreds of people, five days a week for almost 20 years.] Things are ok, I guess. I have Lacey, who’s getting to be an old woman just like her mama. Oh, and I remembered to get new rigs {slang for syringes] from “the van” [a community outreach program that exchanges used needles for used ones and gives away free condoms, band aids, alcohol wipes, antibiotic ointment, and “cookers.” That’s my gratitude list. Product, new rigs, Lacey, the wagon, and the River. It’s better than nothing. But I miss my childhood holidays

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I could not help but notice that I did not make the gratitude list and the invitation to spend Thanksgiving with me was forgotten after a minute of talking. I had no aspirations of beating out product and new rigs on the gratitude list, but still, it would have been nice to be mentioned. After all, when I was “out there” I had spent time with her, even invited her to my place now that I was doing well. But my place was too far from the action of downtown, meaning, nothing was going on right outside my door so she only stayed for a day and left without saying goodbye. That’s what attempting to be a friend is like with downtown people. Somehow when we are with another person just like us, we are still alone. I wonder if you can feel the isolation as you read this, my beloved reader. Know that I am thinking of you and as always I am grateful that you are spending this time in your life with me. With thanks and love, or in Hawaii that would be, mahalo and aloha.

Caroleena, Thanksgiving Eve, 2020

Women hustling for drugs choose between the dealer or dates

During my early days in Honolulu I had yet to learn about the drug scene in Chinatown, near the downtown business district. I checked Waikiki for cocaine since a world famous place usually had everything. I still had a credit card that I had not maxed out. With that steady stream of cash I was welcome to hang out in low rent apartments for as long as I wanted. In those days I had spent my life in school, U knew nothing about predatory men, street life, and the idea that I would ever be a prostitute was not a thought that entered my mind. In one of the apartments, on Cleghorn Street near Liliuokalani Street and Kuhio Avenue I spent time with a couple, a dealer and his girlfriend. I watched him jerk her around by using dope as bait. He would tell her to wait, or not give her what she wanted, or he would pay too much attention to other women. All of these actions were meant to aggravate her. She got her way by throwing toddler style tantrums, yelling, crying, stamping her feet. I watched them and I promised myself I would never be under a man’s thumb like that.

    LEARNING THE GAME

Later I understood that some people got their drugs by dating and others made it a point to get with the dealer do they didn’t have to date. But they did have to deal with a man who has something women want. When a man has something women want he is prone to becoming sexually and emotionally abusive. My personality was ill suited for excessive displays of deference. I always kept my promise to myself to stay out from under any man’s thumb, and chose to get my money and buy my own drugs so no man owned me.

Some people say the trading of sex for drugs in different ways is prostitution no matter how you look at it, and the difference between dating different men and getting with the dealer is like saying “six in one hand, half a dozen in another.”. To me, these two were not the same. Even I could maintain a relationship for no more than a day and for usually a lot less time. If I had to be appealing to one man all the time–well, let’s just say I have never been able to keep a man’s long-term uninterrupted interest. If I had had to depend on one man I don’t think I would have made it, not in the drug world or the regular world

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Hawaii: shoes off in the house

In Hawaii, the last state admitted to the Union, the Japanese influence of no shoes inside prevails. I am from New York. We wouldn’t wear snow boots inside, but no one had to remove shoes. In high school, I had a friend who apologetically told me his mom was very particular about her white carpets and explained I would have to take my shoes off. In Hawaii, a person can buy little signs people that are placed by the entry of their homes saying something like, “this American house observes Asian customs Please remove shoes” bc mainland American guests would not know to remove shoes in the foyer. I remember how odd my high school friend’s mother appeared–to me. That shoes-off request from white carpet lady was seen as fanatical–a neat freak, or germ-a-phobe, or someone excessively foolish enough to install wall to wall white carpet. If you grow up doing something, anything, that custom will seem so normal you don’t notice it. Only if you are exposed to alternative world views would you think of changing the action you had not even noticed. Now that I live in Hawaii it is obvious that no shoes inside is a better practice than walking in areas people walk their dogs, then walking inside your home in the same footwear. Before, in New York, how could I have known?

. Right now, every reader is, unknowingly, doing something someone in the world would find unacceptable or weird

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