Philosophy & kissing

Note: not a serious discussion, just for fun.

I was searching the Internet today about “DFK” and “LFK” . . . because I’m curious about exactly how people differentiate between the two.  As a side note, this may be important because some guys have experienced a strong preference for DFK such that if the review says only LFK, they are disinclined to see her.  On the other hand, what I think of (and might describe as) LFK could be the same as what they think of as DFK.  Perhaps best just to avoid either term?

Anyway, I happened to run across a thread on another discussion board (of which I am not a member).  I don’t know that it really addressed the question I had in mind, but it had some very humorous defintions of different types of kisses.  If you enjoy philosophy, you might be amused by these.

The latest results from the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest

Totally unrelated to P4P, but something I really enjoy.  The contest is named in honor of Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, who wrote the famous (and often parodied) first sentence to the novel Paul Clifford:

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.”

OK, not everyone has read the entire sentence, but the first six words were immortalized by, among others, Snoopy.  And the purple prose led to the contest.

Awkward

In a discussion of outcalls to an upscale hotel here in the DFW area:

But I’ll add that doing an outcall there later in the evening can be a bit awkward when the guy at the entrance gate stops you and asks for the full name and room number of the hotel guest you’re visiting and you’re left sitting there like, “Uhh… well, his first name is John…”

Yep.  I hadn’t really given it much thought before, because I so rarely do outcall.  But it can work the same way in reverse for an incall to a hotel.

Brothels

Of course, sex work in general tends to be stereotyped quite a bit — whether positively or negatively.  I suspect that, even among participants in the P4P culture, where we’ve lost some of the stereotypes (but no, not all), there are still stereotypes — also positive and negative — about the legal brothels in Nevada.  Even more so in the civilian population probably.

I visited one of the Nevada legal brothels, oh, about 25 years ago I guess.  Of course, one brief experience that long ago doesn’t really give me an accurate sense even of what they’re like for clients.  Let alone what they’re like from the perspective of the ladies.  So I’m very interested in a series of blog posts, just recently started, by a lady who is working there for awhile.

One source of fun in P4P

is the occasional opportunity to read emails to the ladies from potential clients.  No, not shared privately — I don’t think a ladyfriend has ever done that with me — but posted publicly.  Anonymous, of course, so they’re not being outed.  But just to give the rest of us a flavor of what they go through.

The interaction on discussion boards can get kinda strange at times, but I guess I always assumed that people would be fairly circumspect, not to mention polite, in their initial contacts with a lady.  (After they’ve met a few times, sure, that may change depending on the client and the lady . . . but out of the blue, first contact??) 

One way of putting it :-)

LOL.  Followed an incoming link and found this description by someone (and it seems fairly obvious who it is):

Another blog some may find of interest. Some think this guy is a blowhard too, but
read his blog and decide for yourself.

Blowhard?  Let’s see, that would be:

an exceptionally boastful and talkative person

Hmmm . . .

Gratitude

I’ve been tagged by Nia for another meme/game floating through the blogosphere.  This one: write a post on your blog with a list of five things you’re grateful for, then “tag” five other bloggers, who will do the same, and on and on.

I am terrible at this sort of thing, but I wouldn’t want to disappoint Nia , so I’ll take a shot at it.  I’m glad I did; I found it was a good avenue for some introspection . . . and a reminder of how good my life really is. Thanks, Nia!

Why, yes, that’s probably right for some of us

A nice post from a couple of months ago (yeah, I’m behind on my blogreading) over on Friction, Peridot Ash’s blog, about whether (for at least some, perhaps most, men) the “hobby” is better described as “sex addiction.”  A brief excerpt to whet your appetite:

I think women don’t slip under the sex addiction radar so easily. Slutty women and prostitutes are regarded as having psychological problems, which may or may not be the case. But for men, our customers, “it’s just natural!” It’s a double standard that both disturbs me and yet provides a nice income. Too bad for men, because there are so many of them wasting their lives on this pastime just as alcoholics and drug addicts and even smokers and World of WarCraft junkies, but unlike other addictions, people aren’t as likely to see it as a problem. They dismiss it as “just being a man” or even give them a pat on the back.

And from the comments, this one by Sarah Summers:

The economy

I’ve seen a lot of discussions over the years about how ladies adjust to economic hard times.  Clients may have less disposable income.  More ladies may lose other jobs and be tempted to try out P4P, leading to more competition.  Somewhat of an inconvenience for the clients, but potentially serious problems for (some of) the ladies.

Most of the suggestions are fairly trite or repetitive.  New pictures, offer additional services, cut rates.  (As you might guess, these suggestions overwhelmingly come from the clients.  Not that they’re biased by their own interests, of course. ) 

But I found this blog entry much more interesting.

Terminology

And, finally, a new term for P4P.

That’s the all encompassing word to describe the action of a man procuring the services of a prostitute. . . . It’s not a punt. It is a close encounter of the pleasurable kind.

“Close encounter of the pleasurable kind” – I like it.