Poems and Prostitutes by Dave Dutton Fraser WARNING: ADULT TOPIC – 18+
WARNING: ADULT TOPIC – 18+
POEMS AND PROSTITUTES
If you have looked through my work you will notice a lot of my material based on or about my relationship to prostitution and the sex trade. That should come as no surprise if you also know I spent many years as a criminal. For people, mainly men, involved in “The Game” the dating pool is pretty shallow and sparse. It’s not like you can meet a girl who can share your life style at a church function.
I loved some of these women, saved and bettered a few of their lives and sadly attended too many funerals. This is one reason I do not approve of criminalizing or demeaning the sex trade or sex trade workers. By criminalizing areas of the sex trade we make criminals of many women who have been victimized. This of course is why they are demeaned and victimized further.
In fact, I have more respect for prostitutes and people in the sex trade than I do many Company Board members, CEO’s, politicians and other “respectable” careers which in fact cause far more damage to the environment and people’s lives. This also forces them to look for companionship and social entertainment with people like me. Basically scumbags who in many cases, feed off their “talents” and instill fear and destructive social values..
I used to think because I didn’t take their money for aid in their work, I never profited from sex work by others. “I will walk you to Hell but I won’t profit by it.” I would say. I now realize I had and still do. Even if it is by writing works like this:
Did you hear about her and all the “Haters” who follow?
They say she is big trouble and her soul’s dark and hollow.
They say she is selfish, cares but only for herself.
That she rips out hearts to put up high on her shelf.
They say she is a slut who thinks she’s a high class whore.
I say They don’t know her because I see so much more.
They say, They say, on and on, until it gets very old.
Well I say They are jealous she won’t fit Their mold.
Look at yourself and the company that you keep?
Look at your home and how safely you sleep?
When her nightmares rise they are soul crushing things.
Your terrors are so pathetic and your fears untrue ring.
Oh They say a lot when she is not around to be seen.
They say things so I wonder where have They been?
So if you can’t understand how she survives each day,
Shut the FUCK UP!.. I don’t care what They say.
This low classification by society was not how prostitutes were viewed historically. In the Ancient Mediterranean World and Ancient classical times, some prostitutes rose to a level of celebrity though many were referred to by writers of the time as “Dancers”. Even in the Byzantine Empire, Dancers associated with sports leagues and their fan clubs were sought after by nobility as escorts, a term used even now by many sex trade workers.
In a way this type of classification continues but instead of raising the social status of sex trade workers, it demeans the status of other professionals with that designation. Most men now, when they meet a girl with a bubbly personality and a very flirtatious nature, will think “prostitute” when hearing her occupation is as a “dancer”, “nurse”,” actress”, “model” or “student” and what have you. I am not going to argue or discuss if this is because we live in (according to feminists of both sexes) a patriarchal society. The fact is many women do the same. Instead of raising the meaning of prostitute, we degrade other trades like nursing and acting.
One reason that prostitutes have a bad image is because of their criminal classification and the view society has of their work. Not many prostitutes are going to go call the police when things go “wrong”. Also, by criminalizing the work, the law unconsciously creates an unsafe work environment to a trade already more dangerous than most any job a man or female would have. The average “working girl” learns this very quick and will seek out ways to protect herself.
This protection comes in the form of pimps or other criminals simply by the nature of the societal classification as a criminal. The tasks do not require any special skills for the most part and is mostly “Thug Work”. Checking the room for recording equipment, holding money and adding security by letting their clients know they were not alone. As a result many women turn to thuggish criminals and the like creating another element of crime and sadly danger. The line between relationship duties and rape is often blurred as well furthering any psychological problems these women have.
Not surprisingly these women really do not want a boyfriend for any sexual reason. Romance and protection meant many girls acquired ghastly men in their lives. Others sometimes get lucky and find another way and date “Hobosexuals” Men who they provide shelter and drugs for so they could have otherwise missing elements in their lives. Lately this term, “Hobo sexual” is entering the main stream and applies to any man who lives off a women’s work. When your work means taking the risk of being hospitalized with severe injuries or murdered, you might make some less than savory aquaintences.
I was never a Hobosexual but I did work security for a few women, often falling for them. It was in this capacity that I wrote the following poem.
IN AND OUT
I remember a time so long ago
Where I was waiting on Her
Drinking another man’s libations
As She gave sensual pleasure
I didn’t know whether to stay
And listen to her moans
The slapping of their flesh
And his incessant groans
I would make it to the door
And stand in the space between
Never quite exiting the door
Striving not to make a scene
Never neither in nor out
Much like his phallus inside Her
The exit promising relief
The room some unholy allure
A time that was so long ago
And trust me it’s different now
But the problem still remains
Of leaving when and how?
I care not about sounds of flesh
Nor pleasures moaned real or fake
The issue is where I truly belong
Is my presence some odd mistake?
Yet as long as you wish me near
This feeling will lie about
Whether to remain in the doorway
Never neither in nor truly out
Sometimes these “working” associations required other duties than simple protection. On more than one occasion I was asked to “work the phones”. For a lot of sex trade workers, it is hard enough being nice to a client for the time booked, let alone any sort of “sales period”. That was something that even the biggest most dangerous thug would have to learn to do. That is help reel in men on the phone who called the ads that advertised sex trade workers and prostitutes.
(All material above copyright Dave Dutton-Fraser, Feb, 2018)