The Morality of Prostitution

[Chocha Monger]

Telling a friend in Australia about my adventures in Thailand, his wife soberly remarked that I was a fool living in a fool's paradise and I should return to the 'real' world. At the time I laughed it off, but what she said did bear thinking about. It is true I consider Thailand to be a paradise and it is also true that the place can be deceptive from time to time. Would I prefer to live in a fool's paradise or a wise man's purgatory? Even saying the word 'purgatory' sends shivers down my spine and since I have never considered myself to be 'wise', the question was similar to asking whether I would prefer to make love with Miss Universe or have a molten lead enema. So, here I am, a not so wise man living in a deceptively wonderful place. A fool in paradise. Furthermore, it is my paradise and the only place I call home.

I retired at age forty. There was no particular justification for it, I simply wanted to. I came to the conclusion that I no longer believed in organized work (not that I ever really did) and, just as I had with organized religion before it, decided to give it the big flick.

My parents would have turned in their graves with the knowledge that I had not listened to anything they tried to teach me. Their attempts to instill some form of work ethic in me fell on deaf ears. According to them, after getting a good education, I was supposed to work hard, raise a family, work even harder, deprive myself, act with restraint and eventually succeed in owning a scrap of dirt with a pile of sticks on it. Then, I had to keep doing the same thing for another quarter century and put aside money for my old age.

For what? So that I could be old, feeble and rich? Being slouched in a wheelchair, dribbling my breakfast gruel while having a million dollars in the bank is not my idea of fun. I could never imagine myself sitting there being spoon-fed by some sour-faced nurse and thinking what I would like to do with her but not being able to remember exactly what that was.

I was born the black sheep of the family. My elder brother always said that the first word I spoke was not 'mama', but 'baaa'. In the succeeding years, I failed miserably at living up to the family motto. 'Work will make you free'. Because I always perceived pleasure as a much more sensible idea than pain and play as infinitely better than work. Not that I'm lazy, mind you, I just don't see the point.

[Dickhead]

Well, hell, that won't work. $748-150 = $598 and there is no way you can eat three restaurant meals a day in Thailand for $19 a day.

Oh, wait a minute ...

Plus, 400 baht is way more than $25 US.

Oh, wait a minute ....

Well, there has to be a catch somewhere. You make it sound like Thailand is better than the US and everyone knows the US is #1.

Oh, wait a minute ....

But the electricity has to be costing you a fortune, if you have AC.

Oh, wait a minute ....

Of course, there is no way to get laid there if you don't speak Thai.

Oh, wait a minute ....

[Mr Enternational]

Air con or no? Kitchen or no? And how much you pay short time handsome man?

A / C yes kitchen no. Free wifi, Building 5 years old. ST 300-400 baht. (100-200 at the crack shacks!)

[Dickhead]

Air con or no? Kitchen or no? And how much you pay short time handsome man?

[Mr Enternational]

fucking three a day or let's just round it to 90 per month, if you did that for 30 years you would still have $748 per month left over for such non-essentials as food and housing. And you can get food and housing in Thailand or Paraguay for that amount.

That's a pretty penny here in Thailand. The rent for my room is only $150 / month.

[Dickhead]

OK, we are making progress here but we need to do some more math. We've established Errol Flynn's (you do know he was bisexual, right?) $500k was after-tax and legally obtained. So, to spend $500k fucking third world women at $25 a pop (on the high side) , that would mean at a 6% rate of return, compounded monthly (6. 17% effective annual rate of return) , and fucking three a day or let's just round it to 90 per month, if you did that for 30 years you would still have $748 per month left over for such non-essentials as food and housing. And you can get food and housing in Thailand or Paraguay for that amount. In Buenos right now a half hour session goes for just a bit less than $25 US but you can't pay rent and eat for $748 per month. But if you have fucked 90 x 12 x 30 = 32,400 women and haven't found one to feed you yet, you are probably doing something wrong. And that assumes zero income other than on your investments. If you needed more than $748 to eat and pay rent you could work for $2.50 an hour sticking advertisements for wh@rehouses onto telephone booths and street lights.

[Chocha Monger]

I do speak Spanish (not a word of Thai) and that's probably the biggest reason I have gone back to MDE but not Phucket. Point taken, make some money and then Man Up. Anyone else?

BTW I overpaid on American girls and treating myself as well, I only wish I'd spent the whole $500k on 3rd world hookers, but then again, I hadn't discovered ISG at the start of all this so it's not ALL my fault.

Errol,

Your main problem is that you're a feminist. I understand that when you were a tiny tot your mom filled your head with all the usual lies about equality and forever after true love with 'the one. ' However, you're a grown man now capable of independent and logical thought. You need to stop thinking with your hormones. Only women do that sort of thing. As a man you need to think rationally. This begins with arriving at the realization that your being feminist man makes about much sense as an African American being a Klansman and embracing the ideology of the KKK.

Secondly, ask yourself why you paid money for pussy if men and women are equal. If you are paying for the privilege of putting your cock in a woman's pussy doesn't that make her pussy more valuable than your cock? Certainly, if you were both equal sex would be a fair exchange with no need for money, gifts or commitments being given to the woman. Yet, this does not happen because women do not want to be equal with you.

Perhaps, you should consider becoming a mannist. I am sure your feelings of conflict would cease once you start looking at things from a male point of view. Is it any surprise that you feel guilty and confused as a feminist with a penis and testicles? Don't feel bitter towards your poor papa. Your mama's radical feminism was what made him run away from home. Your life experience is not unusual for many Western men. Here is an excerpt from Neil Hutchison's biography:

Neil Hutchison from Bachelor of Science

To Money Number One.

The following is his story:

Born of poor but humble parents in the former British colony of Australia, Neil Hutchison spent his early years trudging barefoot through six miles of crocodile-infested wasteland getting to and from school every day. There was another school right next door to his humble home but his parents decided the exercise would do him good.

Eventually he was sent to board at an all-boys Grammar School, which kind of explains his adult infatuation with women. Following that, it became a long slog at Queensland University to be rewarded with a Bachelor of Science degree in chemistry. That was the mid nineteen-seventies, the time of sex, drugs, Rock 'and Roll and a fashion statement that will hopefully never be repeated. Neil missed out on the sex, avoided almost all the drugs, loved Rock 'and Roll and became the fashion guru of flared trousers and wide psychedelic neckties.

'I remember when Meatloaf's Bat Out Of Hell album came out. I played it at my 21st birthday party and knew all the moves to 'Time Warp'. '

Pathetic, isn't it?

Neil Hutchison's early adult life was unremarkable, and it just went downhill from there. Careers were wide, varied and had nothing to do with chemistry.

'Getting that degree turned out to be a total waste of time, except for the fun I had at uni. '

His marriage began well and produced three wonderful children but, after ten years, the union began to disintegrate. Fearing total nuclear meltdown, he did what he was destined to do; he ran away.

He spent a year living in Hong Kong before moving to Manila, Philippines, where he spent a further two years learning the tricks and secrets of the poor, huddled masses.

Neil Hutchison Discovers Pattaya.

In Pattaya, Neil Hutchison found the most interesting people, the best food and the most beautiful women he had ever seen. He posed the standard questions: 'How long has this been going on? ' and 'Why wasn't I told about this place? ' He quickly fell in love with a local working lass and saved her from a life of immorality. Or so he thought. When he eventually confronted her with being less than forthright with him, she reacted to his anger with a smile and the words that still reverberate in his ears today: 'Money Number One! '

[Errol Flynn]

I do speak Spanish (not a word of Thai) and that's probably the biggest reason I have gone back to MDE but not Phucket. Point taken, make some money and then Man Up. Anyone else?

BTW I overpaid on American girls and treating myself as well, I only wish I'd spent the whole $500k on 3rd world hookers, but then again, I hadn't discovered ISG at the start of all this so it's not ALL my fault.

[Dickhead]

It's not mathematically possible to blow half a million on hookers without seriously overpaying. So work on that. Also, respect is gender-neutral. There are both women and men who are worthy of respect and both women and men who are not. In places like Colombia and Thailand, women respect you less When you overpay. Doesn't seem like this stripper had much respect for you. But that is all in the past. In the future, once you get some money together, fuck the US and go someplace like Uruguay or Argentina where you don't have to worry about immigration or silly pot laws or women who don't want to date you because you are (old, bald, fat, whatever). Thailand is okay but most westerners won't be able to a) learn the language very well or be) understand the culture very well. Spanish OTOH is relatively easy to learn and Uruguay and Argentina both have strong elements of European culture woven into their fabrics, especially in Buenos Aires and Montevideo. I fucked over 500 hookers in Argentina alone and developed deep friendships with a dozen or so, several of which remain to this day (well, yesterday, anyway). Colombia you get a lot of extremely justifiable anti-US sentiment, due to its theft of Panamá and continued insistence on interfering in their sovereign affairs. Prostitution is illegal in 99.99% of the US and downright ridiculous in the remaining .01%. Go where it is legal and you might stop feeling like a dirty little kid whacking in off in the bathroom.

[Errol Flynn]

While I appreciate the previous comments, I think they miss the point that I am trying to get my rocks off (a need) yet be respectful to women (my up bringing). I've blown a lot of money in this quest (guilty) , I'm not the ultimate stud like schwimer or Cuba, I'm just a sshmuck who wants to balance sex with a good life.

[Errol Flynn]

I see a few problems. First you live in California. That place is too damn expensive. I don't know how you do it. Second, you paid 50% taxes. Only a sucker would do such a thing. You need a better tax person. The govt is trying to cheat you so you need to learn to cheat them back. Third, you are too gulible. Why the hell would you spend thousands on a stripper? Go to Brazil or somewhere where they get nekkit for free. Fourth, you are too generous. Hundreds on a threesome in Phuket? You should have only been paying 1000 baht (US$30) to each participant. Once again the old adage has been proven: A fool and his money shall soon part. You may be smart in other things but where this game is concerned you are definitely no Einstein.

Okay, I'll take my lumps. I expected my honest comments would bring them. But I 'd rather learn how to improve than be castigated for my past mistakes, Is Brazil that good?

[Mr Enternational]

So I haven't had sex in a year. I am sure there are lonely women my age who would like to sleep with me, but having tasted the fruit I want a a young MDE hottie or nothing.

Since when can beggars afford to be choosers? As they say in France,"Any pussy is better than no pussy at all."

[Mr Enternational]

Dear Dickhead:

You are right that I didn't budget properly. My thought is to give A WORD OF CAUTION TO OTHER guys ('cause I don't think I'm stupid, but I am driven by hormones). I spent many THOUSANDS on the stripper I thought loved me. A few hundreds on a threesome in Phucket. It all went away. My plea was not so much about money, as a plea of what will make us happy, whether we have money or not?

Thanks for your input.

I see a few problems. First you live in California. That place is too damn expensive. I don't know how you do it. Second, you paid 50% taxes. Only a sucker would do such a thing. You need a better tax person. The govt is trying to cheat you so you need to learn to cheat them back. Third, you are too gulible. Why the hell would you spend thousands on a stripper? Go to Brazil or somewhere where they get nekkit for free. Fourth, you are too generous. Hundreds on a threesome in Phuket? You should have only been paying 1000 baht (US$30) to each participant. Once again the old adage has been proven: A fool and his money shall soon part. You may be smart in other things but where this game is concerned you are definitely no Einstein.

[Errol Flynn]

My input is, you need to make some more money, and then learn how to budget It. If you ran out of money from mongering, then you were living beyond your means. But if you made a lot of money for a while, assuming you did it legally and paid taxes on it, you will have enough Social Security when you are 62 to live someplace like the Philippines or Thailand and that should solve your problem.

I don't want to harp on this, but others may share my experience:

I paid taxes on everything I made (and I'm a Democrat). That mean't that living in California I paid 50% taxes on my income. So I made $2 million and had $1. Then, my wife divorced me and got 50% so I'm left with $500K, not really so much for ten years of hard (and successful) work. It is my fault that I spent that on Hos, but I bet I'm not the only one on here who did that. I'm not trying to be flippant. I would love to know how you guys who go to MDE (or HAv, DR, UKR etc) every month do it?

[Errol Flynn]

My input is, you need to make some more money, and then learn how to budget It. If you ran out of money from mongering, then you were living beyond your means. But if you made a lot of money for a while, assuming you did it legally and paid taxes on it, you will have enough Social Security when you are 62 to live someplace like the Philippines or Thailand and that should solve your problem.

Dear Dickhead:

You are right that I didn't budget properly. My thought is to give A WORD OF CAUTION TO OTHER guys ('cause I don't think I'm stupid, but I am driven by hormones). I spent many THOUSANDS on the stripper I thought loved me. A few hundreds on a threesome in Phucket. It all went away. My plea was not so much about money, as a plea of what will make us happy, whether we have money or not?

Thanks for your input.