Immoral crisis
I had a dream that I started working at a brothel. Not as a janitor. I think there might have been a murder mystery somewhere in the plot, but brothel. That’s the part that stuck with me.
It was a rather low-rent, dismal establishment: one of those seedy brothels rather than, you know, the mind-blowingly classy ones you generally picture. In my dream, I wasn’t anxious about embarking on a life of harlotry, but rather the fact that this wasn’t one of the nicer cathouses in town. “If I start out here is that going to hurt my chances of getting into a better house?” I remember asking one of the girls turning me out. She assured me I could move on to bigger and better operations once I’d learned the game. I like to think we both knew she was lying, but I’ll never know for sure.
Strangely, this was all fairly realistic. The sketchiness of the brothel really is what I’d worry about, to the exclusion of loftier moral issues. If I’m getting paid to fuck, I damn well want to be a hetaera, not a pornai.
I followed back the image source and found the images taken by Wikipedians. Look at the look on this girl’s face:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c3/0405.Annabell_002.jpg
Maybe it’s just me but I see a combination of surface invitation with guardedness and fear that I find truly upsetting. I don’t want to have sex with her, I want to beat up some of her customers and set her up with a conventional job.
I completely agree. If people are going to be paying me for sex, then they ought to be paying me fuck-off amounts of money for sex, if only because I’m sticking giant blank spots in my resume for years to come.
LOL, that’s awesome, QP! I haven’t ever dreamed of being a hooker (yet), but I have had some pretty elaborate and wacky dreams. Actually, I’ve had dreams in which I was involved in sexuality that I have massive moral objections to in real life, but it wasn’t that big a deal in my dream reality. It’s fascinating how the mind can create alternate realities like that.
Damn straight.