Well, let’s talk about somethin’ real hush-hush, you know, somethin’ folks don’t usually yap about in broad daylight. We’re gonna chew over this thing about, uh, how them ladies who sell their, you know, *company*, if they actually get anythin’ outta it themselves. Do prostitutes enjoy sex? That’s the big question, ain’t it?
Now, I ain’t no fancy scholar or nothin’, but I’ve heard things, seen things, and my old ears have picked up a whisper or two over the years. From what I gather, it ain’t so black and white. It ain’t like in them romance novels where everythin’s hearts and flowers, that’s for sure. It’s more like… well, it’s complicated.
Some folks say it’s just a job, plain and simple. Like bakin’ bread or fixin’ cars. You do it to earn a livin’, not ’cause you’re head over heels for the dough or the greasy engine parts. These ladies, they gotta put food on the table, same as anyone else. And if this is the hand they’ve been dealt, well, they play it. They might not be gettin’ all giddy and excited, but they get the job done. They put on a show, they do what the customer wants, and then they move on to the next one. Heard some of ’em even say it’s “flexible” work, which I guess is a good thing these days.
Then you got others who say it’s downright awful. That it’s degradin’ and makes you feel dirty inside. That no woman in her right mind would choose that life if she had other options. They say it’s all about the money, and the pleasure part, well, that just ain’t there. They say it’s all fake, a performance, and that the whole thing leaves a bad taste in your mouth. They might go through the motions, but their hearts ain’t in it. I reckon that kinda work can wear a body down, soul and all.
- Some say it’s just a job, you know, like any other.
- Some say it’s a real tough life, full of sadness.
- And some say it’s a mix of both, good days and bad days.
But then, there’s another side to the story. I heard tell that some of these gals, they actually *do* like it, or at least parts of it. Maybe not with every fella that comes along, mind you, but sometimes, they connect with someone. They find a way to make it work, to find some enjoyment in the midst of it all. Maybe they like the power it gives ’em, the control they have in that situation. Or maybe they just like the attention, the feeling of being desired, even if it’s just for a little while. They say the work has changed, and some of ’em are even choosin’ to do it. Hard to believe, but that’s what they’re saying.
And let’s not forget, there’s all kinds of people in this world, and what one person likes, another might hate. Some folks like spicy food, some like it sweet. Some folks like bein’ in charge, some like bein’ told what to do. So maybe it ain’t so strange that some of these ladies find a way to get somethin’ outta this line of work. Maybe they find a way to make it their own, to find their own little piece of happiness, or at least satisfaction, in it all.
I read somewhere, on that internet thingy my grandson showed me, that there’s a whole lot of these workers, men and women, all over the place. They even have websites and stuff, can you believe it? It’s a whole different world now, not like back in my day.
So, do prostitutes enjoy sex? Like I said, it ain’t a simple yes or no. It’s a whole mess of different experiences and feelin’s. Some do, some don’t, and some are just tryin’ to get by. It’s a part of life that most folks don’t see or understand, but it’s there, and it’s somethin’ we oughta think about once in a while, instead of just pretendin’ it don’t exist. It’s a human thing, and humans are complicated critters, that’s for sure.
It ain’t for me to judge, that’s for sure. I just hope them ladies are safe, and that they find a way to make a decent living without too much heartache. Life’s hard enough as it is, without addin’ more trouble on top. And that’s the truth, as plain as I can make it.
Tags: [Prostitution, Sex Work, Enjoyment, Intimacy, Sexuality, Relationships, Complicated, Society, Work]
