Which is basically stupid, but there you go.

I hear and read all sorts of crap about sex workers, all the time. From what’s said, you’d think we were some sort of bizarre alien species, in-human demon sex machines from beyond, with a plan.

And when I hear or read this stuff, I think of the people I’ve known, worked with, associated with over the years, and think how off base all that is.

We were just people. People with all sorts of personalities, and ways.

If one uses their brain, rather than emotion, it’s pretty easy to deal with. Most kids, when young, know that their parents have some kind of job. Porn, or any other kind of sex work is just another kind of job. The problem comes in when the kids get a bit older and begin hearing the attitudes of the moralists towards what their Mum does for a living. There’s where the real damage to the kids comes in.

Also, although I agree with Maggie, that male sexuality is different, and predatory. I strongly disagree with the idea often floated by some people that all men are, at their core, rapists or molesters. It’s simply not true. If it were, there would be a lot more rape and molestation.

People know what behaviour is acceptable. Back when I was working, I was one of the few in my town who did “rough sex” work. I’d take on the guys who liked that. I could do it, it never bothered me, and gave me a specialty. I saw a certain man weekly who craved that sort of thing. Now to look at him, you’d never have suspected. He had a very responsible job, a high position, wore $500 suits. In his normal life, he was quite the sophisticated gentleman. He didn’t go around getting rough with women, except within the limited boundaries of our sessions. Even then he respected the limits. This was what got him off, and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it.

So what kept him from running amok, and attacking women right and left? He was a responsible adult, and in control of his behaviour. The same thing that keeps anyone else from acting out their animal instincts. We all control ourselves. The trouble begins when there’s someone who, from illness or whatever cause, can’t, or who attains so much power that they feel no need to.

I mean, with all that fuss, and given the people concerned, you suddenly get the nagging suspicion that there just has to be something worth looking at.

Never found any though. Not even a sexy FBI lady offering me some. Drat.

As for “sex rays”, it sounds like a business opportunity. Build a device that will cleanse money of “sex rays”, containing a UV lamp and a roller that has been rubbed on the body of the last eunuch of the Ching Dynasty. Protect your children! Stop your husband from being infected and straying!

Don’t pervert male teachers put out sex rays? Shouldn’t the school be razed to the ground and sown with salt?

You want to talk about being attracted to a child? Dottie, of Clue Club. Officially thirteen but she looked younger. Now, in my defense I should say that I was ten. But the little prodigy seemed like she’d make a good girlfriend, cooties or no.

And by the way: Laura is a pretty girl, but she’s got a big ol’ brain on her, and that helps. Helps a lot, like when we want to, I don’t know, talk.