BOOKED

woke up from a rather disturbing dream this morning. The time was probably at dusk . i was sitting at the road side on a long and low concrete wall behind which was a green hedge waiting for somebody in the dark . a young girl approached with a small tray. she was all smiles and wanted to sell me something , but what i did was open my legs like two pincers , clamped her by the waist and pulled her towards me. she squirmed and squealed and cooed and her crotch rubbed against mine but as i got excited her boyfriend came over with a tray of.... pirated DVDs!...i had no choice but quickly opened my legs and pretended to be interested to buy his DVDs .and another little surprise. the collections in his tray were all porn! i questioned him about this and that title while looking at the covers , and i saw some very interesting covers with very young asian girls with old white men and as i got excited again..damn..i woke up.


i was reading the guardian story about that canadian paedophile caught in thailand last night and that most probably was the reason why i had this dream. the story was very disturbing and doubly unpleasant as the victims were young boys. Not that it makes matter any better if they were young girls but to my heterosexsual perspective it would be somewhat less nauseating. my first thought when i hear that this guy was caught was not of happiness that some monster has been apprehended but merely thinking 'poor sod' for there are thousands or probably millions more out there preying on little boys and girls. there are many VCDs and DVDs showing sexual abuse of young girls by usually old white men and you can get them easily enough. very2 disturbing stuff. how do they get these young boys and girls to do these stuff? it certainly can't be totally voluntary. but who 'sold' these young ones to these monsters? this is the worst form of prostitution.

in general i don't view prostitution negatively. done in a proper manner, as a consensual sexual transaction , prostitution to me is no worse that taking drug or drinking and certainly a lot more fun. i've tried to understand this fascinating trade and tried to read a few books on this subject but in many cases the stories are too depressing. I've read part of the natashas about the traffic of white women and sex slaves about asian women and couldn't bear to read them very far. too depressing. but that is not to say that the profession is full of sob stories. on the contrary one of the reasons why this profession is so hard to eradicate is because in many cases the workers are in fact willing partners. one book pat pong sisters by cleo odzer about a personal inquiry into this trade in pat pong, the notorious area of bangkok for this kind of stuff was nothing but an excuse by the beautiful and young white writer to tell about her taking up with and banging a thai pimp.

and on my many travels one of my favorite activities is to sit down in a hotel bar or some other such places and talk to these young women. and i've not met a single one who dropped on her knees and begged me to save them and take them away from the place. and a hundred percents of the time they are always cajoling you in all kind of ways to have sex with them...although when asked, they always tell the same sob stories how they end up doing what they do.

one story , this is in jakarta. a girl of about nineteen told me she first had sex about three months ago. with whom? your boyfrined? and she said no. an old chinese man 'bought' her for one week and he was the first man to do it. i asked how much? and she mentioned a figure in rupiah which translated to around may be three hundred US dollars. so i said. lucky bastard , i could've paid you double that and she laughed and said i was late by three months but if you want we can do it now, and she mentioned a minuscule figure ...around thirty dollars... but i said er...i'll think about it...may be later.

another snippet. this time in yangon discoteque (playing terrible techno music) full of young myanma girls looking for old men with money. i had a girl sat beside me. and i asked her how she come and work here. she said she used to be a salesgirl in a small shop in yangon. the money was very little but it was okay as she was staying with her family. but one day her mother and father was travelling on a lorry ( a normal public trasportation in myanma) and it went down a ravine. fifteen people died including both her parents. she went to live with her grand mother but life was very hard. one day her friend invited her to come to this joint. she came and here she is and asked me if i wanted to sleep with her...and i said er...i'll think about it... may be later. and i asked her when did she have her first sex? and she said about six months ago. with whom? your boyfried? no a japanese businessman. and i exclaimed how the hell you get a japanese man? and she said her friend introduced him. and how much did he give you for being the first person to have sex with you? she mentioned a paltry sum of USD two hundred dollars. and i said, wow, you are rich! but she said no! my friend took half the money....hmmmm.


i'm still reading the marvellous book dark star safari by paul theroux and here's an excerpt related to what i've been banging on above...he was talking about a town in uganda...


....Among the whirling grasshoppers and the grasshopper gatherers and the shoeshine boys and the strollers were multitude of prostitutes, and they were insectile too. They lingered in the street,they stood under trees, they sat on low walls, they leaned against cars. They were most of them very young and well dressed and looked demure, even sweet, and as I approached they hissed at me, and made kissing sounds, as you would call a cat. 'Want a date?' ' Want a massage' And some of the most innocent-looking pushed their glazed faces at me and wishpered softly, 'Want a fuck?'

makes me want to book a plane ticket and fly off to uganda.....