Friendly Banter Among Mongers
If you ever hear a John quip out his window at you or your girl, it's probably me! I have been doing this occasionally for the past several years, and intend to increase the frequency greatly. For instance, last time I was in town, when a girl I'd been pulling around for hopped in with someone else in front of me, I yelled in a friendly tone out my window as she got in the other vehicle, "What about me?" I recall one such quip from a couple of years ago, in which I saw a shirtless white guy in his 50's pulling out of the alley on I think 15th place or street as I was pulling in- summer time, his windows were down, and he looked like he was mongering, at around 2:00 am. And I said loudly out my window, "I'm looking for pussy, too!" But I didn't hear a response back.
I think we should try to liven things up a bit, and we all should joke around with each other while we're out there. Plus, the cops say that Johns they catch are usually unarmed, so I don't think someone's going to shoot you for a little bit of good-natured humor. Instead of cowering in the darkness afraid of our own shadow, we should be brazen and merry, and exchange friendly banter with other Johns. This, in my opinion, would bring a welcome additional bit of gaiety to an already fun and exhilarating passion.
Positive Representation Of Street Prostitution In Entertainment
Do any of you know of any songs that present street prostitution from a man's point of view, and in a positive light? We live in an inverse world, in which our rulers have instructed us that men should be docile, subservient freaks, living underneath women, and not requiring sex. If you have any examples, please post them.
Here is a fine song that celebrates street-slore mongering:
[URL]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xuqXZM7oUdk[/URL]
What is your opinion of that song? Pretty cool that there is something like that out there, ha?
Consideration And Flagrancy: Two Opposite Strategies
[QUOTE=DoubleLife;6045039]BANTER.
I wouldn't care but I've got nothing to lose. I don't plan on picking up anymore SW because I have never had an experience worthwhile. I'm not married. I don't really care about the cops. But the bolder SW and mongers get the more complaints the cops will get from public and the more they will crack down. Also, your fellow mongers may have a lot to lose. Though it may be funny for some, you probably shooting yourself in the foot. Its like a SW walking around half naked. Its going to attract more cops than johns.[/QUOTE]You make a good point about the Johns who have not forced their alternative lifestyle onto all of their friends and family. I should be considerate of them, insofar as the ones who are physically present next to my car out there go. Conversely, I'm leaning toward disagreeing with your strategy of covertness facilitating police apathy. I have been "caught" in the act in my car by the citizenry many times, and continue to do it with cars driving by me in broad daylight with no tint on my windows. I attribute my not having gotten in trouble to the high volume of calls the police get about us Johns and hookers having sex in cars in and near Silver City (or the north side, for that matter). In fact, I believe that the entire community is daunted, knowing that police don't even respond to calls, and that most of the unlucky onlookers therefore don't even bother calling police. Likewise, I think that the more numerous and brazen we Johns and hookers all are, the more the police will throw their hands in the air, not knowing what to do. How you accustom a frog to boiling water is by placing her in a pan of cold water and gradually turning up the heat. As Silver City deteriorates socially and culturally over the course of generations, we are the great people who are getting our dicks sucked out in the open. We don't give a shit anymore. This is our town! The trade has been passed down for three generations now in some families. The streets are their shop, and we are their clients. We must protect the sanctity of young entrepreneurs forging a path for themselves in the filial tradition of their mother and grandmother. And what of the sacrifices that many of these fine street tycoons have made, so that we may enjoy a higher quality of life? Erika's sister died of a heart problem that was caused by heroin use. Samantha's daughter was murdered. Another prostitute lost an eye to gonorrhea. We must not let their lives and their sacrifice be in vain! I'll be damned if some upstarts who moved in 5, 10,20 years ago are going to be able to pipe up and change the entire cultural and social trajectory of the neighborhood! No! We aren't going anywhere, and the more brazen and flagrant we are, the less potent the police feel to do anything about it. Getting chased by the fuzz a few months ago (as I reported) was scary! But I got out of it just fine, and one hour later picked Erika up a half-a-block off of the street they'd chased and admonished me on, then proceeded to bust into her mouth while gasping for dear life.
Compliments From Prostitutes
[QUOTE=LookingForLefty;6052866]In some of the more difficult neighborhoods I used to have girls be talking with one john and then run over to my car. Why? I looked like the kind of guy who would pay her, not hurt her, and definitely clean. I'd ask the girl why she decided to go with me. She would usually say I looked like a better option. And I was. One time a women got in the car and suddenly said "Oh good, you're handsome. " Nice to hear even if she didn't mean it. One thing about SWs is you are not the ugliest, dirtiest, cheapest man with the smallest dick they have ever been with.[/QUOTE]The linear, proportionate, and consistent decline in compliments received from street prostitutes over the 23 years I've been doing this has proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that all compliments are sincere. As a young man, half of the women who got into my car exclaimed how "cute" I am. When I would pull down my pants and my cock would spring up into the air, they'd all say, "Whoa!" I was not amused, as I thought the same thing you do, that they are lying as part of their business model. Well, as the decades went by and I got fatter and uglier, and my dick became less-and-less immediate in obtaining erections, and the compliments and exclamations of awe steadily dried up, I realized, around a decade-and-a-half into mongering, that every single compliment I'd received on either my appearance or my cock was sincere! By then, though, only around 20% of prostitutes were complimenting my appearance, and none my cock (except that after it's hard, I still receive the occasional compliment). Nowadays, I rarely get any compliment on my appearance, and my noodle starts limp, then gets hard within a few minutes. I don't think I received any compliments last year from prostitutes. This year, Jessica, as her eyes excitedly took in the spectacle of a different hairstyle I had that day, stated with conviction, "You're looking good. " Raised my self-esteem something fierce!
Biggest bullet you've dodged?
The horrific and absolutely disgusting monkey pox images that pop-up in news reports has me thinking back. I used to have an ATF that I couldn't resist seeing for BBBJ. I'd arrange my tight schedule to see her on the fly and she never let me down. One day, she arrives on time but with a massive, scabby, blood red herpes blister on her upper lip. Like the biggest rube at the county fair, I stepped up for a stupendous bareback session. How I'm not walking around with a fat sore on my dick is beyond me.
I've shared this before. . .
[QUOTE=DrManhattan;6077693]Those moments will wake you right up after a long evening of driving around. I pulled off 27th and Wisconsin one night for a pick-up. This was 20 years ago. Little did I know at the time it was TS central down there. I was barely at a full stop when they immediately grabbed the handle on my passenger door. Luckily it was locked. Under the street light above us it became immediately obvious that their bone structure was even harder than mine. They sensed my hesitation, puling the handle a second time brutally hard. All of this must've last 4-5 seconds before I sped off. Just one of those nights when you pack it in and simply cruise home.
Another was when I picked up a reasonably attractive Latina who immediately gave off mental illness vibes. I was too inexperienced to simply pay her to leave the vehicle. Asked her to just get out, like a newbie, and she grew hot and agitated. I proceeded to drive around the same busy neighborhood, over and over for 20 minutes. She grumbled the whole time, how this guy or that guy along the sidewalk will come after me. Finally got bored enough that she emptied all of the cupholders brimming with parking meter questers and ran off.[/QUOTE]Picked up a tranny on Lisbon. Turned on 35th and offered to drop him / her / it (goddam pronouns) off by the dollar store. HHI refused to get out. I called 911 and said that I'd had car trouble. As I was looking under the hood, a woman jumped in my car and refuses to get out. I sat for 7 - 10 minutes waiting for Popo, but the tranny finally chickened first. Another time a slore claimed to be underage and was shaking me down for big bucks. I was on 27th, around Scott. There was a Police Cruiser stopped in mid-block. I pulled up behind them and said, Go get' them, they're right there. She wanted more money. I said if you're not going to go get them, I will.
She got out, and I rinsed my BVDs out so I wouldn't stain them permanently.
Anyway, all good clean fun in the SW game. Just to have a strange woman gobble our goo. Go figure.
Coochie (got to be an easier way) Eater.
God Bless You All.