Monday Moaning: Prostituting Life!

Monday Moaning: Prostituting Life!

I am lost for words, I truly am.

What is going on in with this world, or country? How come I feel like I am a whore selling my body just so that I can do some groceries and pay the rent. Should I get down on my knees and suck cock to get promotion and free ass fucks up the ladder, so I will have less rent to pay or at least no more rising bills.

There are things I love doing, I don’t mind doing and things that need to be done. Working is one of the latter, as we need to pay the bills. We get hired for our services and come home with a pay check. Well that is how it was. No more set hours and work your ass off and maybe get paid.

Services that held some good work ethics, where you did you best all the time and with a smile changed over the years. Colleagues fuck each other up for promotion or to look better and get rid of competition. If one has a good work ethic they would be sabotaged as the set regime of co-workers think you work to much and makes them look bad.

If you happen to be one of the lazy asses good change is that the boss will whip your ass and have you work harder longer for less pay.

The whole ethic between boss and worker has become a game of dominance. You either work maybe get paid or else you can just go and not get paid at all. Sure enough this matter is different with each company. But since when do I need to work with a chance of pay, instead of work with pay. How come they can force me to stay hours in a cubicle while showing the resignation papers instead of a little extra money for the effort?

My life has turned into a daily struggle where I sell my body for that crappy pay. But it is either that or nothing at all. Being violated to the core I feel my work ethics crumble and becoming corrupted.

I seriously loved to work as it gave me a chance to learn as well, being out and about. I never thought bad about working, and would do extra because I enjoyed it. That I go some extra from it is a bonus. Now I feel forced, strangled to perform above best for a normal pay.

Our lives all bend over for money. Everything we do is for money. We prostituting our lives for money. And we even think it is normal.

There is hardly any ethics or morals on he working floor, as it became a battlefield with each fighting for their own. Times gone were about bringing a company up to respectable stature and have some pride in achievements and get a little extra pay. Now we race to the top in a rat race of filthy tricks and cheap workers for a quick and easy money that goes to the boss. Like dogs we get left behind on the side of the street while he rides of in an expensive car.

And you should be happy to have just about enough for rent, while your washing machine is breaking down.

Internet has given opportunities for quick rising shops, but not all can become big. And the big ones do not always pay well.

Hours are screwed up but there is nothing I can do. Sometimes I would wish to only work nights, but I am not allowed. It is the generalization of everybody.

To think that we all want to be unique and think we all have different needs. When it is work related, the lowest class is considered to be all alike. And rules are set up for that as well. And just when you want to be different, when you truly feel at your best and can be the best for a company, you are not allowed to. Instead they can work you on different hours and screw up your internal clock.

SO like the whore I am supposed to be to the working society I have to roll down on my back and shut the fuck up. Kind of screwed up thinking or is this the kind of world we want to create. Where people will eagerly bent over to get fucked up the ass foe some money. All the while doing their job.

I never felt so bad in my life. Sure I have dealt with crappy bosses and got wiser as I grew older. But before that I was there doing my job to my fullest and best ability without moping. Because I know if the company flourishes I can retain my job.

Though now whether flourishing or not, your job is never secure, with people ready to screw you over and take your spot. Or clear your spot when you are not compliant to get fucked over by your boss.

Welcome to the world of prostitutes and the greedy pimps who control or lives.

Like always when I am ranting I may not always make a lot of sense or jumble up my thoughts. Either way we may not have sold our soul to the devil, cut the strings from God we sure as do sell ourselves out for money of which we can or never seem to have enough of. Closing the circle of what w call life. Work sleep eat and do over.

Best Wishes
Ranting Crow.

PS. I am behind on watching Anime, something never happened before. I am more outside than online to relax. Life is changing and right now I am not sure I is for the better.

PPS. This is not a dig to the occupation of prostitute. For one I believe they are necessary for a society. That said. It never should be forced upon someone.

Paid sex, fine!

So here is to another day in confusions land. No I cannot say I have made my mind up, though I do have a plan that will change my blog starting from next year. Well okay just a thought and needs some planning, but I will give it a shot at a novel or something in that direction and see if I can get it published. In mean time I will keep writing my short (coughing) stories.

Now on with the rant for today, yes I am doing another rant.
I feel violated, to funny but you will know why soon enough

So we the Dutch are incompetent and have failed according to the French. Yes those people who think they invented sexy with their language of love and there biggest show and tell erected Eiffel Tower. Where people drive like maniacs and do not worry about having a dent or two more, in their Peugeot.

They made it possible to get a fine of a 1500 Euro, no less, if you have visited a prostitute and paid for sex. Imagine how expensive it is turning out to be when visiting a lady of the night when she is married to a police officer or the likes. Having to pay her and then a fine if you get caught. There goes another working class.

So yeah us Dutch have a policy, that we tolerate these ladies in the areas provided. They pay taxes and let us be honest, it is after all one of the oldest professions. Now we are changing because, as it turns out there are people who use the freedom of prostitution to put ladies behind the windows, who have been recruited unwillingly. Now we cannot tolerate that and the streets where these things happen are being closed down. Same as we done now in Utrecht where we had the boats.

Amsterdam and the red light district is a well known tourist attraction. And we can ask a lot of questions of why these women choose this line of work. Most houses with the red light have bouncers and the ladies feel protected. We have private houses or clubs with the more expensive ladies and even the call girl we meet in many different films. Now I am sure the entire United States have heard of “the Happy Hooker’. She was a Dutch prostitute making a big scene in the US by starting a business there.

Now the French claim it is wrong to teach young men to pay for sex. Looking at it make me feel like making a joke, about divorce being more expensive, or say they are plain out wrong.

So there I said it, they are wrong. Why well if I should not pay for sex it could well be declaring that rape is okay, since you are not paying for sex. Hold your anger. No! Rape is not okay but it is still one way of looking at it when reading the French saying you should not have to pay for sex. It could also claim that ladies should be willingly spread there legs wide at any given time when a man wants sex. Neither of those should ever become rule right? RIGHT!

Now we, the Dutch are old fashioned to protect those prostitutes. They pay taxes, rent or buy houses. And most importantly they do it willingly. Okay we try to keep those bad guys away. According to the French we have failed. Yes, we do have a drive through here and there, and instead of a burger you get some ass of a toothless heroin prostitute. So what if you into that cheap thrill seeking business. Who are we to judge. Walking across the ‘Wallen’ in Amsterdam tapping a red lit window to make a deal with you is better, no doubt about that. But both places are checked by the GG&GD, some health service provided to keep an eye on things to keep it clean. Free of charge if I am not mistaken.. We have a union for these ladies of the night. Where they can go with questions. It us ran by old and/or retired prostitutes.

How could we have been wrong in providing a way for men to release there frustrations. They have to pay for it sure, but it doesn’t have to be much. I think it is still better then to have them walking around building up their frustration and jump on an Old lady of 60 years old and rape her. Or worse have a 16 year old pulled of her bike. People who can afford it can go to the clubs, we have something for all classes. But we have failed, according to the French.

So I tip my head for those ladies of the night, and thank them for providing in a man’s carnal and animal like lust. Thank you ladies.

And guys travelling to the land of love, France. Be careful not to get caught after paying for sex. Now the title makes sense and yes I made sure to look at the punctuation. In both ways it is correct.

Best wishes
Ranting Crow