Promotion

In a world where moral limits and boundaries are continually re-positioned, it is natural to ask oneself what is the true meaning of sex and all its nuances.

If on the one hand it is easy to establish the difference between sex as pure fulfillment of physical needs and sex as a part of the relationship with one’s partner, what about rape and prostitution? A somewhat fine line, but the answer to the question is freedom of choice.

A choice that works for and against us, which turns us into victims and executioners of our own lives, without a thought for morality and common good. We grow up in a world where we are all too ready to judge and to throw the first stone, but when it comes to ourselves we are never prepared to put ourselves on the gallows.

There’s no time. Or rather, there’s never enough time to do everything. Commitments dove tail together like a time puzzle. What requires time doesn’t last long enough and vice versa. In a fast-paced world where money is worshipped, we perceive wealth and career progression as the most important indicator of wellbeing, which we strive to achieve as quickly as possible and with the least possible effort. No matter what the cost.  We live in a harsh and competitive world, which, in a Darwinian fashion, is a constant struggle for the survival of the fittest. As is the case inthe greatest of battles, we are very prepared to draw upon our best weapons, and where brains are not enough, we employ our erotic munitions.

Physical attractiveness is a valuable commodity, all the more so in this society, obsessed with image, so why not exploit it? Sex work thus becomes a realistic option that could lead to significant rewards and be available in the conventional labor market. A mission to be executed with shrewd cynicism, as a sort of bothersome overtime. To be dealt with secretly so as not to be judged, of course.

Prostitution? No. Just a legitimate shortcut in our eyes. Our shortcut to hell.

We justify ourselves with the naive child who still lives in us, in the belief that we are better than everyone else and feel the need to prove it to ourselves and the rest of the world. And that’s how we detach ourselves and observe the situation as if it were someone else’s body. We convince ourselves that this new type of high-class prostitution is nothing more than a film with a happy ending like Pretty Woman. It’s a shame that reality is something else altogether.