A Profile of a Guy Who Pays For Sex

Are Men Who Pay For Sex Sad Sacks or Sickos?

by X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker

Before I got involved with prostitution I had preconceived ideas about the type of men who paid for sex. I possessed no actual facts and so complete was my ignorance that I did not know I knew nothing. Secure in my rightness, I thought there were only two types of people who hired sex workers. The “losers” who were utterly lacking in appeal for any number if reasons and needed to provide financial incentives to obtain companionship. The losers were used and abused by women who only wanted money, but mistreatment was better than isolation. No money, no honey. When I saw media coverage of a 90 year old man who drew up a new will that cut out his kids and left everything to his favorite sex worker, I thought him pitiful and deluded.

The second category of my imaginary client population was the “sicko.” These depraved sexual sadists hired sex workers to victimize them. They took advantage of the perceived police indifference to the lives of hookers to do as much damage to as many disadvantaged people as possible until finally society couldn’t turn a blind eye to the discarded bodies of murder victims. He considered himself a hero for ridding society of these problems. One client told me this joke: Question: What do you call a black woman who has an abortion? Answer: A crime fighter. When a story about some guy cutting off a prostitute’s head and throwing her mutilated remains in a Waikiki dumpster made news I thought that behavior was to be expected from any man who paid for sex. Something was wrong with these guys, right?

My desire for drugs, crack cocaine in the early years on the street overcame my fear. Apprehensively, I jumped into cars with strange men. but I got out of the same cars thoughtfully. These guys were nothing like I imagined! Facts can sure screw with a world view. Dear Readers, Introducing:


Wow! Took me over a year of hardcore self involvement to even think to write about someone other than myself, but I have finally arrived. Look for posts on the topic of client motivation. We welcome input from any guy who’d like to share his motives in the comments section. 

In real life I found that clients (tricks as many say) were usually not desperate or sexual sadists– not with me. There was as much diversity among men I saw hiring prostitutes as their was with people who used drugs. (I believe sex workers I knew had but a few motivations. X-Streetwalker Turned Sex Talker | December 24, 2018 at 4:17 am | Tags: Prostitution | Categories: Escort Answers | URL: https://wp.me/p8wemN-aFCommentLike

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XHookr Life Hack #25: a text shows if a person is broke and lying about it

If someone is trying to convince you he has money and he senses your doubt he might text you a pic of scattered, crumpled bills, usually on the floor. When you receive this picture it will serve as confirmation he is broke. People send these pictures often and when they do, they never have any money. Never. Not sometimes, not maybe. People never have a dollar when they text raggedy pictures of money. If a picture really is worth a thousand words, let that picture speak for the liar and ignore every word he utters aloud.

What’s the Harvard Xhookr in Hawaii About

Introducing a new erotica, if you can call it that

You know why? To be honest I find a lot of it poorly written, especially now that anyone (like me!) can write for the public. Seems like people depend on sex to make up for bad quality and that tactic probably works much of the time. I want to Fo something different. I want to take an intellectual look at addiction, prostitution, incarceration, race relations, some of the biggies, but I don’t want to write a report. I want to write in the first person. When I felt like a high status person I would not have expected intellect from a sex worker. If I had seen a picture of someone who looked like me with the caption “ex-sex worker,” I know I would have dismissed this person as inferior to me. I would not have looked at my future self as equally worthy compared to who I thought I was. I would not fault anyone for feeling the same way. You can’t be told that certain people aren’t fully people without this society wide belief impacting you. So now, I want to shock you by juxtaposing the word “juxtapose” with some other word just to surprise people by not sounding the way they expect me to sound. I enjoy the double take people give me when I pompously say something about cognitive dissonance. I am using this site to show people that someone who looks like me and has a history like mine may not be who you thought. And maybe this revelation will open peoples minds to the idea that other preconceived notions could be wrong. Best case scenario, I end racism and elitism. Lacking that, Iwould like to open the minds of my readers. All while teaching lessons from my life I addiction and amusing people by applying wit to turn tragedy into an entertaining read with accompanying audio.

If this picture had a caption that read ex-sex worker I would understand if you were dismissive because I would not have expected great intellect from this person. Now, it is fun to turn people’s expectations upside down.

COVID, Sex Workers, Clients—in HIS words: https://wp.me/p8wemN-1gX

August 31, 2030

I am passionate about maintaining anonymity while giving you the unedited words of participants in the off track segment of society. This is a genuine message sent to me on Facebook by someone I do not know. It is so on topic I know you’ll want to know that your frustration is shared. Plus, the secret, intimate view is always irresistible.

Message to Caroleena, the expert escort, on Messenger, August 2020

I am for real Last Time I checked. I started School @15 could not take the pressure and teasing from my friends. Hormones kicked in and it was the perfect trifecta at wonderland dog track and I held the winning ticket. Also met a lovely Phd student in my second year and she was voted # 1 in her class voted “most likely to suck seed “ I mean succeed she had a propensity for young fellas who were smooth like a ken doll. I have such fond memories of the top of her head and skills she said she acquired working in a circus with swords. Thanks for the 411 I was actually thinking of going back to school then C19 hands the world a giant pimp slam, not now James too bad James maybe in a few, so how’s your day? I just found out this lovely nurse I’d been doing the horizontal tango with tested positive for said affliction she found out this AM. Being the responsible citizen I am I ponied up to local ER for cotton nasal shag. With the thoughts of sugarplums Fairies in my head. I did inquire if the meth I snorted would affect the nasal swab? I asked the nurse he was “ like are you serious “ and I then replied “ Are you fucking serious.” I’ll know in the next 48 wish me luck and no lung butter. I told my dear friend Stephanie the person who I was inquiring for that she might want to lay off the flat backing for a spell. She was like why ? I replied “Because it’s the right thing to do to protect you number one asset “ It kinda went over her head so that’s that, be well stay in touch and do good work and for the love of all that is good and sexy in this world. Mask it or casket and give your self a soapy hand job often.

The author says he is real in response to my question about why he is messaging me. Was his motive real or is he a fake operating under false pretenses. I’m looking for people who want to participate in taking this story viral. What story?


. The tale of an Ivy League grad who became addicted to substances and turned to the streets to support her habit. In a stunning display of the denial that is a hallmark of addiction, she attempts to maintain her self image as an elite intellectual who defied the odds against a mixed race child of two mentally ill parents who ended up in foster care where she fought abuse, racism, and an autistic like inability to connect with people that might have been Asperger’s. Nevertheless she went to a world famous university where she graduated mana cum laude and silenced the allegations that she did not belong as an affirmative action beneficiary. All of that is true. She wanted to be super human but she eventually succumbed to the pressure of fighting to prove her worth to a world that wasn’t even paying attention. The second year of teaching at Manhattan private school, halfway through a master’s degree at NYU, she was thoroughly disheartened to get the pity invite for Christmas dinner by kind people who open their home to people without family on the holiday. How could she still be alone after fighting so hard to do everything right. The Loki was she thought a prestigious degree would somehow fix, well, it was still there. She had done it! She had arrived! And when she got therapeutic she found out there is no “there” there. How to fix it? She was out of ideas save one. This Christmas season she had met some other young adults in a bar who smoked something out of a glass tube. It must have been drugs. Appalled, she had declined, but the idea of doing something so out of this world remained. She wanted different. That would be different. She vowed to stop associating with them when Christmas break ended and school resumed. That was December 1996. Today is August 31, 2020. There is nothing in life that has been spared the repercussions of that decision. Can those poisonous lemons be made into lemon through this site that serves to educate or titillate—both with humor and intelligence. Sexy, intimate but appropriate and definitely not porn. Want to know what happened? How did it feel? What did she have to look like to do that work? You’re in the right place. The goal—that readers use these stories for the good. This way, Caroleena maintains her self image as an intellectual anthropologist studying a off track subcultures in urban Honolulu at the turn of the 21st century writing her observations, rather than a street person. Like her birth mother.

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