I have no idea why it’s so cool to me, but I lived in a townhouse growing up so they didn’t drive, but parked their car at the top of the street then walked door to door. Q: What would you do if you weren’t in prostitution? One man said he didn’t care for the massages anymore and would pay triple just for sex it took half the time, so I offered the same to other clients and suddenly I was making 6x the amount as I was before (3x the money, in half the time). Q: How did it escalate into full-scale prostitution? But luckily, or not so luckily, I had my clients’ numbers and they visited me at home. I happened to be a little too forward with a man who then reported me to my boss and I was immediately fired and blacklisted from all the local spas. Rationalizing it in my head, I didn’t find it to be prostitution, but just something a little bit in the gray area. I was a masseuse for awhile, but couldn’t pay my bills, so slowly I started offering ‘happy endings’ to guys and girls at the end, in very subtle ways as not to get in trouble. I sat down at her kitchen table, and she offered me some warm chicken noodle soup she was making on the stove, which I immediately found amusing because she’s already broken the stereotype within 5 minutes of my arrival.Īs we sat down to eat, the conversation was very casual, she was asking me about my life, what I do, etc. I arrived and knocked on the door, and as she opened the door I wanted to retreat, but I stayed and she politely said hello. I wasn’t sure if this would be awkward or if she would take offense at my interest in her, even though I explained my goal of going into the meeting with a blank slate and just looking to learn about her, what she was interested in, her family etc. We agreed to meet at her home 4 hours later, I felt a little bit nervous. Within 5 minutes, I found tons of ads for prostitution in very clear terms, contacting one and explaining my situation, who I was, and that I would pay for their time. I visited the best place to find anything illicit: Craigslist.

Part One: Meet a Prostitute with an Open-Mind

What they do is just a tiny fraction of who they are. We think we know what a ‘prostitute’ is because we know his/her profession, but just as you wouldn’t think you know a doctor because of his/her practice, the same rule applies. Once a month, I’m looking to find misunderstood people such as prostitutes, the Amish, Scientologists, homeless people, just people that we have an overall consensus of. Of course I read, write, think, meet new people, listen to opposing view points, meditate, go on long walks, and drive my car nowhere particular, listening and thinking.īut I wanted to do something out of the ordinary, so I built what I call the ‘perspective project.’ My goal in life is to continually increase my awareness, to every day make the tiniest step to understanding myself and the world just a little bit more.

Letters to the happy hooker