What is “good sex” ? Response to Joy, speaker for Autonmous feminists, at the London Anarchist bookfair

“What is good sex?”  Such a fraudulous question. 
I ll leave you to ponder intellectually about what good sex is, whilst i ll go cane  a clients’ balls or change an adult-baby’s nappies.

Griselidis Real was right. Women are afraid of prostitutes because we know things they dont. We know about men. About sex.  We dont have this idealised dream of what sex should be. Or what men should be.
We dont talk about hypotetical, conceptual, theoritical sex.  And we dont tell other people how they should use their genitals, and how they should feel when doing so. We just have sex.

Yeah sometimes, rarely, it s “bad sex”. A client who is going to hold your head when you suck him off, so he can cum in your mouth though you havent agreed on that. A client that wants to play it like a bad porn movie where i ll be the cum starving whore. Three guys showing up when only one booked and get aggressive. Yep, i ll give you that. It s bad sex. But it s not even about sex is it ? it s just relation ship. Mis-communication. Lack of respect. Feelings of vulnerability hidden behind walls of aggressivity. And thats mainly what manhood is about.

I ll give the right to anyone to discuss as long as they want theories about good and bad sex. But dont let that be used as an argument against prostitution. You have no idea what happen between a client and a hooker. Yeah there are bad scenarios, but most of the time it s just simple human connection, warmth, a few minutes shared with someone who wont judge you, will caress your cold cock and let you go without asking you anything. It s simple, sometimes funny, often a bit sad. Cos men are sad. You already know that. They re small, and try to look hard, and their body isnt weak, they just survived a cancer or their mum passed away.  They re lonely, and grey, and humans. Maybe they are the Oppressors. Holding 95 % of ressources and wealth. They might be rich but they re miserable. They feel as much as the fancy printer from their top floor office. 

And spending an hour with a rent boy or a working girl, is a tiny attempt to reconnect with a world they were forced to leave. A world where people still listen to each other. A world where,  even just for an hour, one person is uniquely there for them. You may see that as a sign of their power and domination. For me it s the opposite. Neediness. Lack of power.
They have the suit and tie. But i have the Lips. They have the Money. But i have the Heart.

Keep reading book Joy. I ll keep sucking men.