I wonder if our society is backing away from embracing gay rights. I say this because I saw the news story about today’s “Pride” parade in Waikiki. They must mean gay pride I thought. The challenge question for the audience was what does LGBT stand for, as if is not well known .Are the anchors using language that disguises the content of the message?  Slip the whole gay thing by people too fast for them to notice and think and perhaps disapprove.  Why would a provider like me care when heterosexuality has kept a roof over my head?  Prostitution helped me to define my political position re: sex. My standard is, I believe the government should stay out of governing sex between consenting, conscious adults of the same species. And, personally, I want nothing to do with an activity that might require a hazmat suit, i.e. handling bodily waste. If people can fit their desires within these parameters we have something to talk about. I don’t need authorities I never invited into my life deciding what I may do. It seems to me that when society clamps down on gay rights or acceptance it is an ominous harbinger about what could happen to those of us considered deviants. What’s more, it may be easy to dismiss a hooker as a deviant but I guarantee there is at least one trait or one action about every person that someone somewhere would label deviant. At one time I paid little attention to gay rights but I now know that gay is just another word for human. And interestingly, what man hasn’t gone there, with other men?  How’s this list: no females were available, it was really dark, no one ever had to know, it was long ago, just youthful experimentation, not something he would do all the time, the other person was prettier than most women, there was pornography on that showed women and he kept his eyes on the screen, only when getting high, it was only sex not a relationship, the other person takes female hormones so he doesn’t function like a man, it’s not like he kissed a man on the lips, don’t ask don’t tell …I have heard each of these rationalizations from men who had gay sex but it didn’t really count.  I am not the only one to convince myself that while it might appear that I am just like these people doing exactly what I am doing, I am totally different and in no way one of them.  No matter what my situation looks like to the uninformed observer I wonder how I discovered that I have always been one of “them”?

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Published by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker

Caroleena used to be a drug addicted hooker on streets of downtown Honolulu in the early years of the 21st century. She was not the only learned streetwalker among the sex worker addicts. This group would have been a liberal college admissions officer's dream of diversity seeing as how they represented such a wide range of ages, races, family types, locations of origin, education levels, and gender identities. The two constants were trauma and dependency. Everyone out there had experienced life altering trauma which spurred them to seek refuge in drugs. Addiction was the unexpected phenomenon that kept them stuck in the dope. This downtown area was different from other drug saturated areas of America in one important way. The U.S. is the most violent country in the world, but in this corner of the nation there were no street gangs, no gun violence. You wouldn't get shot but you were probably going to be beaten up and robbed at some point. Interpersonal violence between intimate partners, friends, and family members was viewed as a natural part of being close to people. "Domestics" was something an individual brought upon herself or himself by causing problems in an interpersonal relationship. Caroleena, the perennial pariah even among society's rejects, had no intimate associates who might harm her. Prostitution was not as risky on Oahu as it was most everywhere else because the island was just too small. Everyone was somehow connected to everyone else with only something like two degrees of separation. You commit a crime, someone will know who you are and someone else will know how to find you. Hookers rarely got killed. Honolulu's relative safety allowed Caroleena over 10 years of street longevity until the scene ended when authorities started arresting men for allegedly soliciting undercover police for sex and posting their pictures on the evening news. ExpertEscort2018.com/ tells Caroleena's adventures during her decade of addiction and its consequences--homelessness, prostitution, drug dealing, incarceration, family destruction, the list goes on. Every story relates events Caroleena experienced, witnessed, or imagined. The tale of this outcast is skillfully and paradoxically told in the language of the elite. The wording of the posts is itself a testimony to the wide grip that addiction has on all levels of society, even impacting the privileged who were previously thought to be immune to the troubles of the lower class. During these days of opiate addiction maybe she can answer some questions and present applicable solutions. If not, you are still in for a hell of a good read.

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