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and on the complete polar opposite....

'I don't get anything out of sex with prostitutes except for a bad feeling,"

http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/20...se-prostitutes

Why men use prostitutes
The reasons why many men pay for sex are revealed in the interviews that make up a major new piece of research

Read the research project's report on men who buy sex (pdf)

Julie Bindel

The Guardian, Friday 15 January 2010

'I don't get anything out of sex with prostitutes except for a bad feeling," says Ben. An apparently average, thirtysomething, middle-class man, Ben had taken an extended lunchbreak from his job in advertising to talk about his experiences of buying sex. Shy and slightly nervous, he told me, "I am hoping that talking about it might help me work out why I do it."
I, too, was hoping to understand his motives better. Ben was one of 700 men interviewed for a major international research project seeking to uncover the reality about men who buy sex. The project spanned six countries, and of the 103 customers we spoke to in London - where I was one of the researchers - most were surprisingly keen to discuss their experiences.

The men didn't fall into obvious stereotypes. They were aged between 18 and 70 years old; they were white, black, Asian, eastern European; most were employed and many were *educated beyond school level. In the main they were presentable, polite, with average-to-good social skills. Many were husbands and boyfriends; just over half were either married or in a relationship with a woman.

Sometimes I think a market has been created in the sex trade that doesn't really meet real needs at all.

 

I worked in what was called an "American" bar in Madrid in the mid sixties.  For the time and place the pay was great, and we got extra per whisky we were bought.  Sex wasn't an issue.  Our clients just wanted a woman to TALK to, play a friendly game of dice with, to talk dreams with non-family company.  That simple.  I learned tons of Spanish but couldn't quite keep up with the city coroner, who loved describing poisonings in intricate detail.

 

Sure the lighting was on the lurid side, and there was a sort of bar beyond the main bar for champagne parties with soccer players and bullfighters, but it was all a very polite minuet.  The manager played a pile of '45s over and over, the same stack every night.  Half way through in one direction was White Christmas, and in the other direction, Jingle Bells, if I remember correctly.

 

The only unpleasant customer to ever show up was an American doctor, middle-aged, on leave from some research project to do with arsenic levels in drinking water "somewhere in IndoChina".  He looked and spoke golf club. And he got hissy that he'd got used to bars where women like us had slits up our skirts and lined up to sit on his knee.  I translated this for my co-workers and we lined up and laughed at him.  And Bing sang white Christmas. 

 

Was this American why "American" bars never took in America? 

 

I think of all the bozos who take off to Canadian Tire, for a quickie, and come home with yet another wrench or something. 

I do hope I'll be forgiven for not seeing Julie Bindel as a credible voice on women which are not Julie Bindel, given that she doesn't really feel I have the right to exist.