Posted by sar on February 26, 2002, at 14:33:03
In reply to Re: riding the turnip truck, posted by trouble on February 26, 2002, at 3:15:51
> BAD BEHAVIOR by Mary Gaitskill, came out in the late '80s.
> I performed a scene from it in a college Oral Interpretation of Literature class and a fellow student complained about the filth and pornographic mind-set I generally brought to school so I threw a chair at him. My professor, a Dr. Bob type character didn't flinch or skip a beat but said evenly that no, he believed trouble's choice of material had substantial literary merit. I felt so guilty he didn't yell at me I never acted out in class again, the end.
> But how's by you, Sar?
i think that's badass! that made me laugh. i don't know about the chair-throwing stuff, but the prof sounds cool. the guy who protested against you sounds like a puritanical little snot.
anyway--thank you for the resources. i've heard of Annie Sprinkle, just never checked out her stuff, but i will. a couple of years back i saw an indie film called *Naked Girls Unite* or somesuch (name may be a little wrong); it was a documentary made by a stripper about forming a strippers' union over in San Fran. as a former stripper, i was psyched to see the movie, and the filmmaker was even there for a Q & A at the end...but ultimately, i was disappointed. the movie was entertaining, but i didn't like this sex workers' stuff...it left a bad taste in my mouth...i don't want to be part of the "industry," i suppose...i don't want to be a bona fide "sex worker," it's just that the money and opportunities are so wildly available that it makes my head spin. i like easy money--and what's that cliche? i'm living a champagne diet on a beer budget. used to a certain standard of living, i suppose.
it's the oldest profession, they say, and i think it should be legal--hell, these are our bodies--i just can't see justifying the okayness of it in my mind and heart. it seems like a cold job to be DONE. sit there and watch the guy jerk off. cash and carry. go.
it's hard to say what i feel about the wife...she probably has her suspicions, she's like his fourth wife or something, and he has that Old Womanizer look about him. she's probably resigned and sticks around to take care of the kids. these are only my guesses.
it's not like i wanna go sit at the barstool at the Mustang Ranch--i just couldn't turn down the money at a time where i can barely scrape the rent and dread checking the mail (bills bills bills).
it seems like one of those private things that i wish we could be honest about, but it just doesn't seem possible...how could i say to my boyfriend, "i can't go for lunch on tuesday, i've got to watch Mr. Richie Rich jerk his chain." ugh!
it seems one of those unspoken things...it would be interesting to get a male perspective here...i'm young and female...*i* can't really understand why men pay for this type of stuff, and if any of you have, i'd like to hear why.
trouble, what do you think of it? ethically, i mean.