A funny thing the phallus is.
Pride of a man’s pants. Liability to his repute and most of all, nosy; sticking itself in other people’s ‘businesses.’
Before foreplay and condoms and wives who lived beyond the age of forty, before civilization and babel, there existed the forbidden yet widely recognized institution of Prostitution. And though the type writer, The Dodo and Vanilla Ice have not been able to stand the tests of time, this proscribed form of debauchery has undulated through the undercurrent of society and is still going strong today.
Sonagachi, Bata Mor and Kalighat are definitely some of the places where your mother wouldn’t want you to be ambling on by; because that’s where the fifteen year old in a chok-choke red blouse and equally hideous sari or the thirty five year old man pretending to be a nineteen year old woman stands. In desperate anticipation.
To these people, thumbing a lift with a burly bald headed guy and blowing him in the backseat or letting a wimpy henpecked arse be ‘big daddy’ for the night means being given a meal ticket and some rent money for a few days. Cheap fucks for a few bucks. A livelihood of sorts. No one’s complaining. Sure, there’s the AIDS thing, but this is the 21st century and condoms are available aplenty. Why not throw in a sex insurance policy and charge for a condom with the goodies. My point being( after excessive rambling), is that in the debate concerning prostitution being made legal, I strongly believe it should be.
You can have people going at it like rabbits under perfect lighting, with ‘quality sound’ and ‘direction’ for some hefty change, you can have actors sleep their way around to scoring blockbusters and minting money…and you can have politicians bid for their offices tendering some ‘precious booty’ …but you cannot allow destitute people who find no other means of livelihood but to serve up some CONSENSUAL sex to a horny person in order to feed Mintu, Montu, Meethu, Sweetu and the other starving children they have waiting at home?
It’s just fucking sex. Really, if you strip away all the ‘moral’ issues and look at it objectively, it’s just a matter of earning some dough. It’s not a violation of the body, since prostitution implies being paid for one’s services and if you want to fucking bring in the issue of the great value of demeaning and objectifying a living person, let’s ban Playboy …I didn’t think so.
The Royal Economic Society says that £770m is spent on prostitution every year, compared with the £400m Britons spend on going to the cinema.
In the Netherlands, prostitution has been recently legalized in an attempt to restrict the black economy and raise money.
Who knew? Legalizing prostitution can really do it’s bit in raising national revenue. Sex might finally attribute it’s necessity to turning the wheel of money instead of just procreation. Face it, what REALLY is the harm in legalizing the hooker business? Violence? Rape? I’m thinking the crime radar would detect much fewer criminals if they could get some without chasing a girl down an alley and dreading the repercussions. Like I said, it’s just sex. The same way we pay to watch a performance in a theatre and leave satisfied if it was good, once the performance is over in the bedroom, it’s curtains down. Why make it out to be more than it really is? It’s a livelihood, it doesn’t define someone’s life. And as long as that someone’s willing to do it, Cheers! Let the feasting on carnal pleasures ensue…without jailtime…Because as long as people are horny, they’re hooked.
