On the stigmatization of punters

Punters are rough, drunk, violent types. They tend to abuse women more often than other men etc. etc.

This kind of reasoning is often used by lobby groups, often with Christian backgrounds, and politicians to propose legislation and rules that should 'protect' sex workers. The agenda is trying to abolish or at least minimise the sector, since prostitution is of course an indignified act that threatens the holy act of sexual intercourse (sex is not supposed to be a recreational activity, but has to happen within the boundaries of at least some sort of relationship).
These people criminalise and marginalise prostitutes and put them to even more danger by effectively disabling them from actually taking part in the public dialogue. This is done in the most despicable way: emphasising the stigma on sex work that already exists in society.

Anyone who ever took this serious and talked to a prostitute will know: punters are 'just like real men'. Actually, there is no difference. Many of them are in relationships, also these guys, regardless of what you think about 'cheating', tend to be nice. Yes, nice.

Punters are being stigmatized as well. This is done in a very simple way: by using the age-old theme of the man as agressor in a sexual relationship. Women are passive, men are agressive.
This deliberately overlooks the fact that men can be vulnerable as well. There are sexual issues (impotence, erection disorders), there are handicapped or old men. And yes, some men are just shy.

Actually, even in the virtual world of Second Life many clients are just shy. They are careful not to hurt our feelings or just a bit insecure about living out their fantasies.

Even the man who caused me to wear the bruises layers for the roleplay that resulted in the first photo was considerate. He was actually nice and asked about my limits. Then we had fun roleplaying something in a safe environment. Neither of us would have done this in RL.

And yes, also fantasies are being stigmatized. It is weird to dream up something 'wild' or 'perverted'. Thoughts are not free. We have to free them ourselves.

Of course, people who are on the abolitionist side in the debate will try to disable me from taking part in the discussion as well: I am just hiding behind my avatar. Yes, I am, that is because of the stigmatisation of my fantasies... You are doing this. That doesn't mean that I am not a concerned citizen that sees what happens in the world around her.

Prowling the streets in pink

Once again, you'd say, as everyone knows my favourite colour is pink.

And when I saw this pink little piece of almost nothing I decided I should get it. With no money left to repair the washing machine, a 100L for the dress wasn't so much really...

Dress is  the ".:EC:. Oma Dress", by Enelya's Creations. I have many of their things. They're nice, sexy and not expensive. Perfect work gear for me!

A party for mythical creatures

Yesterday evening we had a party in the series 'Suzies Monthlies' again. This time we were all to be dressed up as fantasy/mythological creatures. Not a hard task in Second Life!
There was an abundance of beautiful outfits because of this. Unfortunately I crashed twice during the party. I guess going dressed up as a mermaid to the town square didn't make sense after all.

Naturally I brought my own 'mythical creatures with me to the party. Maybe baring them got the thing a bit overheated, as I crashed out a third time. This time I decided to simply stay offline.

The street whores' portaloo

Since a couple of months we have a portaloo at Street Whores - Town Square. It's been quite popular. Previously we had to run into the pub to the bathroom, or find a quiet corner in an alley. Not so convenient, especially if that alley is also in use by a colleague giving some punter a blowjob.

Since the pub bathroom was also often occupied for ..ehum.. 'non-sanitary purposes' the portaloo was a welcome change. It was dirty enough for the girls not to want to have sex in it, but clean enough to actually poop.
The past weeks it has been deteriorating though. We suspect that the company that placed the portaloo never bothered to clean it. They are probably a bit scared to come to our neighbourhood. Or they must have had issues with employees lingering around to fuck the girls instead of cleaning the little cabin. Who knows?
Anyways... the fountain in the square was starting to smell again, which was a sign for the more responsible hookers to take action.

In the end, Stephanie solved it. She took her bulldozer out of her purse and ignited the engine. A few whores ran away when they saw the vehicle approach. (The punters had already gone to their beds and wives, so they never noticed.) Within minutes the portaloo was removed. It was never seen again.

After this, it was simple, I called 'Port-a-Poop', the company that supplied the cabin and told them some 'terrible accident' had happened to their property. They assured me that the thing was insured. They will have it replaced in a week or so. To be sure they are sending an all-gay team to put a new portaloo in place.

Whotter begging for fish

This is just to give you an idea of what Steph and I are going through every single day.

Whotter, my little son (yes I know, Stephanie thinks it is her son, but she just took him...) keeps on begging for fish. All the time. Ever since Steph decided to open a fish cart this has been going on.
Before he used to quietly eat from the trashcans and the garbage bags when he was hungry, now he is tailing us for fish when we try to work hard and collect the money that pays for his diapers.

And guess what? He doesn't wear any diapers, so you can see what the effect on us is...

Dressed like Jessica Rabbit

Some of my regulars are really nice people, actually most are. One of them is this lady. I had not seen her in a while, but this morning she chatted me up. She said she felt like spoiling me.

And so she did. Don't I look nice in my new Jessica Rabbit-style gown?

Penguin throwing street whores

If you can think of it, you can find it in Second Life. Well.. not really, but you can find lots of things, things weirder than you would have ever imagined.

One morning, a typical morning at the square in which nothing special happened and all the rich men had once again lost their wallets, such a morning. You get it, on this fine morning I had a chat with Rachael and a couple of the other girls. While I was busy staring at the teleport point, I suddenly saw something fly by: a penguin.
Since penguins don't fly by themselves, this got me curious. Another penguin followed before I found out it was Rachael, standing behind me, who was slinging them away.. one by one. I asked her about the peculiarities of this sport and she explained. Soon I was busy as well, slinging penguins in the direction of the teleport routing point. There were no men coming in anyways.

A penguin can fly about 12 to 15 metres, if you throw them hard enough.