Sacred Whores and Trick Hos - Part 1

I'm going to discuss 2 types of prostitutes: trick hos and sacred whores. For the trick ho, it's all business. For the sacred whore, it's all work. Both get off on the end result of their efforts. Only one finds the process beneficial.

The trick ho is the one that get media attention -- she feeds the general misogyny that comforts a partriarchal cult ure by representing the wicked predatory woman as someone tamed by money. She serves a very important role. She's a teacher. She has the ability by ur perception of her to make u feel like a god. And yet, by statistics alone, she's disposable. There are clients who need to be with someone disposable -- shame issues. It is fucked up that trick hos have been historically targeted by sadists and masochists alike.

The less time a trick ho spends with her trick, the safer. U won't get a full throat blow job from a trick ho, that's for sure. But a good trick ho will make u think ur getting the best suck of ur life... in a condom. Everything is covered up, no open mouth kisses, no finger penetration, no anal, no touching, licking or kissing of the breasts. It's always shocking to me to see hos portrayed in the movies all kissy face and shit... i mean, how would she be able to work if she caught anything.

I remember when i first started working at the massage parlor, I confided in one of the house mums that i was a nymphomaniac and that i was totally loving my new job. She slapped me with her eyes and said, "I don't know anything about ur little problem, but there are girls here to make money and they know how to do their job so if ur sharing clients, u better not fuck it up for them. And u better keep that shit 2 urself." She was wonderful. And so right.

One time, one of my regulars wanted a double with another girl at the parlor and i started getting into it, using my tongue on the skin -- just soft licks, but oh so wrong. My girl looked disgusted and when the trick asked her to do what i was doing, she said, "Not a fucking chance." Afterwards, she told everybody. The friggin owner of the parlor called me in to her office and had to remind me about safety and her reputation. I lost Saturday night shifts.

Rules are rules.

The sacred whore governs herself by a different set of rules. She uses her sexuality like a singer uses her voice -- to captivate, tell a story, or move one or many with equal intimacy. She structures her session to the movement of energy. It can be over in 3 minutes or take 3 days. Her attention never wavers.

Don't get me wrong, sister sacred gets paid -- her rare expertise attracts a coveted client pool of both sexes. This ain't about which ho is better -- in fact, there would be no need for sacred whores if trick hos did not exist. There would be no need for trick hos if tricks did not exist. It's a working balance, a psychosystem.

[continued in Part 2./tba]