The Former Traveling Spotlight

The tales of a "30" something gay former stand-up comic living in NYC who is searching for his soul mate or soul...which ever comes first.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

What's In It For Me?

A common joke is that you never pay a prostitute for sex. You pay a prostitute to go home when you're done. But over the last day, I've been thinking about what exactly constitutes prostitution.

Yes, if I tell you that I'll do you for ten dollars, that would be prostitution. Really cheap prostitution. But what about the average single person? Does screwing someone you don't love strictly because you could eventually get you something you want equal prostitution as well? What if the "john" gives you gifts afterwards? Where is the line? Does dinner before sex at an expensive restaurant count?

What about designer sunglasses? (I got a great pair of Prada.)
A tire and rim for my car? (I had to get to work.)
My dining room table and my bed?
How about custom curtains?

Yes...I was given all of these things...but only after I'd had sex with some people and suddenly...I feel dirty. No different than that 10 dollar whore, or $1000 porn star that has sex on film.

So I did what any good ex-catholic would do. I confessed to an ex-cop. According to him, prostitution can only be considered so if both parties agree on the payment before services are provided. Having sex, and receiving gifts afterwards is nothing worse than a woman marrying for security.

Oh...so I'm really only working for security. In that case, I need to start fucking investment bankers.

Patrick - 1:04 PM -

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