Not always so clever (myself included)

I was thinking further about my run-in with Chantelle and upon reflection, I don’t feel too good about it. Sometimes it is easy to put down less clever people and Chantelle is not clever – even compared to me. Annette says she can be quite sweet but is as thick as a brick to put it bluntly. I think I did wrong by cruelly teasing her – even if her response was unacceptable– it was easy to make fun of her but not kind.

It has made me think about intellect and prostitution. The working girls I talk about mostly in my blog (Annette, Sue, Lisa, Jane and Lin) are all clever – cleverer than me in fact - but they are the exceptions among the girls I have met. Chantelle is more typical of girls working in our industry. It is a job that doesn’t require much brain-power – I can open my legs and get fucked without having to understand Einstein’s theories (which I don’t). Prostitution is a job that less clever girls can do and receive good pay.

It is sometimes hard to know just how clever some of the girls I work with are. Take my short-term former girlfriend, Anna, for example: it would be easy to think she was dumb because she could hardly read, couldn’t add up and knew nothing about the outside world – she didn’t really understand that Sydney and Melbourne are in the same country but Anna was not dumb – she could use me and others very manipulatively – she could argue her views very well given her language limitations and she understood people well. As John pointed out to me very early on – Anna was not dumb just very uneducated.

A lot of the girls from Thailand, Philippines and other countries in the area are like that. Many come from poor rural areas and their lack of education drives them to find unskilled jobs and hooking is one of the best paid

However, a lot are pretty dumb. They do not understand things, are easily cheated, highly suspicious of everything without any analysis at all. They do not have ideas even about familiar things. I remember at one place, the madam asked me to teach some of the girls how to suck cock better – she had heard from a lot of clients how good I am at that. I tried to explain how to use the tongue effectively, variation of speed and moth placement but they refused to believe that it was anything more than just moving the cock move in and out of the mouth. Some of them laughed when I said that one of the most important things is to let the client see what was happening and make him feel your enthusiasm – they could not understand how the mind plays such a big part of the experience. They could not think beyond their immediate experience and sex for them was a mindless thing. (They were, however, all very interested in knowing how to tell when the guy is going to shoot his load so that they could pull away in time when giving bare-backed sucks.)

Conversations at the brothels are limited not only by language but also by content. It is the same ideas and jokes again and again – and so many of the girls seem to think that this is all that can be said. They have no interest in anything new – their minds are unenquiring. How many times have I heard them say “ooh… happy fucking” with a giggle as if it’s a new joke when someone goes off with a client. When I mentioned that Barack Obama is the first black president – they hadn’t heard – one of them said “black men’s cocks are too big” and when I asked her how many she had seen since we don’t get many blacks a t the brothel, she said “oh someone told me that” as if that is proof.

But again, a lot of what I am talking about may be due to lack of education. What was more clear proof of the dumbness of many working girls was when I worked high-class for a couple of weeks and was talking with the other girls. They were ignorantly racist – I hate to think what they said about me behind my back. I remember hearing horrible and stupid comments from one girl about “towel-heads” and “abos”.

These girls had all been brought up and schooled in Australia and so had had opportunities to be educated. I remember five of us went shares in a take-away – it cost $60 and I said “so $12 each” – they were astonished – “did you do that in your head?” and one said “you Chinese are always so clever”.

They were almost all true bimbos and when they were not discussing make-up or clothes (topics that I love to talk about with my friends but not in the way they talk), they were talking obsessively about celebrities or preening themselves. (I like to look good but how many times can I look in a mirror in five minutes.) Many of their comments were catty remarks about other girls – no different where I work now – but the comments are vapid like “did you see her last haircut – wasted her money” or “her ass is just so big – like a bus”.

Interestingly they never talked about the clients – they pretended as if they did not exist - even though we were all waiting for the next guy to come and fuck us. At least at the down-market brothels, a girl will come back and make comments like “cock too big”, “crazy” or similar. We know we are all whores together.

Sorry a bit of a rant this posting but I do feel bored with a lot of my co-workers – not nice to say but true. Quiet days when I spend a lot of time in the waiting area can be frustrating beyond belief.

But as a dumb whore myself, I should not condemn others for not being clever. Certainly I think I should not have teased Chantelle so much.

Saturday 24 January 2009 - 12:11PM (EST)