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Back Issue: May 2014

Laws should be based on facts, not faith, even were that faith to be accepted by the entire human race save one.  –  “Rhyme and Reason

Though the only holiday this month was May Day, the addition of a new weekly feature,  the diary column, continued the ongoing pattern of fewer standalone essays which has made this feature shrink in length over the four years I’ve been writing it.  After the harlotograpy (“Lillie Langtry“), the guest columnist (Molli Desi), the fictional interlude (“Shamhat“), the Cliterati reprints (“Available Weapon“, “All About the Men“, “Property of the State“, “Rescued To Death” and “Blood on the Sand“), and the Q&A columns (“Rhyme and Reason“, “When She Was Bad“, “My Turn“, and “Book Questions“) are all accounted for, the only columns left to mention are “Mind-Witness Testimony” (announcing the publication of a research paper I wrote); “Choke Point” (explaining the extralegal means by which the US government attacks businesses it doesn’t like); “The Big Lie” (demonstrating how “sex trafficking” is an example of the titular propaganda technique); “We Won’t Go Away” (challenging prohibitionist attempts to erase sex workers); “A Sop To Cerberus” (examining my own skepticism about allies); and “Continuing To Crumble” (featuring the beginning of the fall of Somaly Mam). 

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Diary #360

A lot of last week was spent overnighting papers and moving money around as we draw close to the completion of my super secret project.  Alas, there was a slight hitch, but it looks as though everything should be finished this week, so next week I should be able to lift the lid and let you know what I’ve been up to.  And speaking of lifting the lid, last week was the official launch of my dear friend Matisse’s new product:  Velvet Swing, a cannabis-enhanced water-based lube that has been found to enhance orgasms in 80% of women.  I haven’t tried it myself yet because I’m waiting for the right opportunity, but I’m sure that will present itself in the next couple of weeks; as y’all know I respond very well to cannabis edibles, so I’m really interested to see how I respond to this!  In the meantime, I was on hand at the launch so you may see me on video soon talking to Matisse about Velvet Swing at Diego Pellicer, the fancy pot shop where the launch was held.  That’s not where this picture was taken, though; this is just me in line at Starbucks, picking up a latte for a friend who was jonesing for caffeine but couldn’t get free to run over there & buy one.

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It’s probably rare that men forget that strippers & porn performers are entertainers, but for some reason they frequently forget that whores are, despite the fact that for most of human history we were often musicians, singers or actresses in addition to providing sexual services, and despite the fact that “entertainer” is sometimes used as a euphemism for “prostitute”.  And so, when approaching us to book our services, they often veer off in directions that merely waste time and may even frustrate the lady, rather than simply following her instructions and giving her the information she asks for.  This isn’t to say that one shouldn’t be friendly and polite when approaching an escort; of course one should, just as one should be friendly and polite to a contractor, a medical professional or any other professional one wishes to hire.  But your flirting isn’t actually going to accomplish anything without money; she’d much rather hear about your name, your references, your job or whatever other screening info she requested than about how tall you are & how good looking you imagine yourself to be; and even though you might be very interested in telling her what you’d like to do to her, you’ll have a much greater chance of actually getting to do it if you keep the porn in your head and just tell her how long a session you’d like and when.  Remember, this isn’t some naive amateur you’re trying to charm into the sack; this is a professional who is doing this to make a living.  Her wares consist of her time and her company, and she is no more going to appreciate your trying to steal them than a baker would appreciate your picking up a dozen doughnuts and walking out without paying.  Furthermore, if you stuck your head into that bakery several times a week just to say how delicious everything smelled, but never actually bought anything, how long do you think it would take for the baker to view your comments as distracting annoyances rather than welcome compliments?

Look, I get that not everyone has enough disposable cash to see escorts frequently, but most of us have social rates and even lower phone rates, and if a lady is kind enough to brighten your day by chit-chatting with you on Twitter, you could at least get her something from her Amazon wishlist (some of my items are as low as ten bucks, and I’m not unusual in that regard) or make a donation to a cause you know she supports.  But it isn’t the people making small-talk who are really the troublesome ones on social media; I enjoy interacting with my readers in that way, and most understand that I’m just going to make a few replies before moving on.  No, the real time thieves are the entitled arseholes who think they have a right to demand that activists “debate” them individually (by which I mean “refute the same old tinned and unsubstantiated prohibitionist bullshit that’s already been refuted a thousand times”).  Yes, I’m an activist, and I make no money from that; in fact I, like most prominent activists, lose a fairly hefty sum every year in both time and cash.  I rely on my skills as an entertainer to pay my bills, so if you want me to entertain you by “debate” you can pay up like everybody else, $100/hour of nonsexual online interaction.  And if you don’t want to pay, I suggest you do the same thing you’d do if you wanted sex you couldn’t afford: find an amateur you can con, and stop trying to get a free lunch from businesswomen.

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Last week was quite busy, in a good way; I was working, writing, getting the last stages of the secret project done (I might even announce it next week), planning future trips and otherwise imposing order on the chaos which dominated my life for more than two years.  In a very real way, the release of my new book was a symbol of that; it demonstrates that I’m at least as functional again as I was three years ago, and in some ways even more so.  Speaking of the book, I’d like to remind you that it is indeed out, and to ask you to buy one (pretty please) and review it (pretty please with sugar on top); if you want an autographed copy directly from me, just use the links in yesterday’s column (and be sure to tell me how you’d like it inscribed), and I’ll send you one from my own shelf here.  And if you want me to visit your area, now’s your chance:  write me about helping set up book readings and/or speaking gigs, and while I’m there you can get around the usual minimum time requirement for hiring me!  That’s what I call a win-win situation.  If your situation doesn’t lend itself to assisting me in that way but you’d still like to show your appreciate above & beyond buying & reviewing the book, you could send money via PayPal or Google Wallet to get Lorelei & I dinner on Sunday night.  Also, I’ve just added some new goodies to my Amazon wishlist; lovely fans keep buying me lovely things like Joe Satriani discs.

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It happened again this week:  somebody emailed me a question that I could answer, but won’t.

When I first started this blog seven years ago, I was just a little past 40 and still a little bit naive about the capacity of humans to handle unpleasant truths.  Of course I recognized that most people prefer to live in blissful ignorance than to have their comfortable delusions challenged, but I foolishly believed that the sort of person who would read a blog specifically offering “frank commentary” from a hooker would be different.  And you know what?  I was wrong.  Just because someone’s against the establishment and wants to change the status quo doesn’t make them open-minded; very often, it just means they want to establish their own censorious, oppressive status quo.  So during the first year I was writing The Honest Courtesan, I often stepped on the toes of people who weren’t actually my enemies, and against whom I meant no disrespect or offense.  Sometimes it was because I was wrong; sometimes it was because I was basically right, but expressed myself in a clumsy or offensive way; and sometimes it was because I was completely right, but the objectors simply didn’t like what I was saying so they mischaracterized it as something else or simply denied that I was qualified to opine on the subject at all.  The majority of the times the latter happened, it was because I’m not a member of whatever group the question involved; on a few occasions, people who wanted to be offended have actually claimed I wasn’t a member of some group that I actually am a member of, so as to have an excuse to attack me.  I’ve had women claim I was never raped because they were angry that I challenge neofeminist bullshit about rape; before I went back to work prohibitionists would often claim I had never been a whore (it’s kinda hard to do that now that my escort ads are easily found on Google by typing in “Maggie McNeill Seattle escort”); and before I was showing my face in copious selfies and freaking TELEVISION APPEARANCES, some idiots who thought themselves clever tried to claim I was a man (specifically a client) because they didn’t want to believe that a woman might not think like them.

At first, this didn’t really bother me, but now I’m over 50 and operating in a chronic state of emotional exhaustion, and people with axes to grind are just looking for excuses to undermine my work by making asinine accusations against me; some of these are even sex workers for whom ideological purity trumps actually unifying to fight for decriminalization.  So I’m sorry, but I will no longer answer controversial questions about groups that I’m not a member of.  If your question is about women in general, or sex workers, or bisexual women, or kinky people, or any other group I’m part of, fire away and it can be as controversial as you like.  And if your question involves some group of which I’m not a member such as nonwhite people, trans people, heterosexual people or whatever and it isn’t controversial, fire away and I’ll answer as best I can.  But if you have some question which arouses considerable acrimony and involves a group I’m not part of?  Forget it.  I’ve been directly told, for example, that I’m not allowed to have an opinion on circumcision because I don’t have a penis, even if that opinion is based in data from published studies.  And while I think that’s nonsense, I’m too tired to fight it any more; you’ll need to address such questions to a member of whatever group is allowed to have opinions on the subject.  Sorry about that; I’m not masochistic enough to enjoy beating my head against a brick wall.

The one exception is questions about those in power, of course; I’ve never held political power, but I’ll opine on those sociopaths all day long.  Fuck them.

(Have a question of your own?  Please consult this page to see if I’ve answered it in a previous column, and if not just click here to ask me via email.)

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At last, it’s here!  After literally years of delays, and months of design and composition, The Forms of Things Unknown is ready for sale!  This time there are two stories you haven’t seen; the first, “Trust Exercise”, opens the book and I gave a sneak preview of it back in December.  But the other, “Eight Minute Warning”, concludes the book and isn’t anything like any other story of mine you’ve ever seen (except that a sex worker is mentioned in passing).  If you’re interested, you’ll just have to buy the book!  Another thing you’ll need to buy it to see is the rest of the fantastic cover art by Chester Brown; see, this one’s a wraparound cover, so the image here is only the front.  The rest is a surprise (and yes, I’m teasing you again).  As with Ladies of the Night, I’ll be selling autographed copies here, but if you plan to buy through Amazon I have a special request:  please purchase your copy in the first week of May, in other words from this coming Monday through the following Sunday.  The reason I ask this is that a lot of sales in a short time will trigger Amazon’s algorithms and make the book much more visible to new readers who don’t know about me yet.  Also, if you like the book please write a review; a large number of positive reviews (I believe it takes 30 or so) will trigger yet another algorithm.  By taking these steps, you can help me in two ways:  once by your kind purchase of the book, and again by making it more visible to new readers; many of them may also buy Ladies of the Night!  As always, y’all have my sincere thanks, and I both hope and believe y’all will love the book!

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Back Issue: April 2014

Most “experts” aren’t even qualified to make decisions for their dogs, much less for millions of people they don’t know.  –  “Zero Intelligence

One doesn’t generally think of April as a holiday-heavy month, but that’s only because May Eve isn’t that big a celebration any more in most countries outside Scandinavia.  However, there’s also Easter  (most years) and April Fool’s Day, plus the column explaining my annual prank (“Zero Intelligence“); this year I also published two columns  for my Book Launch.  The harlotography was “Jeanne de Clisson“, the fictional interlude “Double X” and the guest columnist Laura Lee; the Cliterati reprints were “Delightful Conversation“, “Habitable Room” and “The Missing Word“; and the Q&A columns were “A Little More Mentoring“,  “Dilemmas” and “The Craving“.  That leaves only “Of Course I Would“, the first hint that I had returned to work; “Slush Fund“, an expose on prohibitionist show pony Rachel Moran’s embezzlement from her “charity”; “Beauty and the Beast“, a look at an odd but not-uncommon female sexual fantasy; “Something Has To Give“, in which I announce that I won’t be doing unpaid guest posts any longer; the self-explanatory “Facts in the Case of Monica Jones; and “Counter-Countermeasure“, an examination of a then-new study backing up the landmark John Jay study.

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