Have you ever thought about becoming a prostitute? I’m willing to bet the answer is no. But if I ask you if you’ve ever thought about going to a prostitute or just how it would be, here’s another bet I’m willing to make: you probably did if you’re a guy, while the female portion of my readers … My oh my, that’s no way to speak to a lady! Well, then the lady really should wake up and smell the
roses rosy bouquet of penises at your disposal. But before I eagerly, breathlessly, passionately and very feverishly rush into the who, how, when, how much for and why women could, would, should and did buy themselves a good lay — be it at the local prostitute, gigolo, male whore or escort — let me first explain the difference between a prostitute and an escort, since one really should get acquainted with the basics before wading such hussy waters.
Jun 25, 2015
So. I have a story to tell you. And to tell it, I must first mention that I'm a dyed-in-the-wool dog person (which you probably know or have sensed at some point already). Another individual who's a dyed-in-the-wool dog person is my boyfriend. He hence has a dog. Since he's also my roommate and I have him and he has me, I also have a partial ownership of the dog. And in case you're wondering, yes, the dog is a dyed-in-the-wool dog person too. Our neighbors, on the other hand, have, the last time I counted, four — that's one, two, three, four — FOUR cats. And in case you're wondering yet again, yes, they all shit in our back yard, which is where our dog also shits from time to time, yes. But this is far from where the story gets interesting.
Jun 19, 2015
A long while back, like really long, like Ancient China long, I wasn't self-employed and had a different job, a job which required co-workers and one day, on Woman's Day, one of my co-workers got a visit from her friend who came in carrying a newspaper of some sort. Due to the date, the publication had an article on emancipation of women and that's where the story gets interesting. And mind-boggling, really.