Is prostitution so sordid and infamous? Could it be that we project in it our own sordid lives, our own infamy as human commodities?
In a market society, in which everything is bought and sold, where the vast majority of people is selling half their waking (and almost all of their dreams) for a handful of coins, the prostitute is the perfect metonymy, and both emblem and scapegoat for collective degradation. For the prostitute sell literally her body, while the rest only sell the soul, which can’t be seen (or touched), allowing us to project our daily humiliation, our alienation, in other easements less disguised, perhaps less hypocritical.
The prostitute sells her sex, which is ill-considered the most intimate and personal part of the individual (“The brain is my second favorite organ,” says Woody Allen, not in vain he’s the idol of the mediocre, especially males).
But for those who believe that our most intimate and personal part, our first favorite organ, is the brain, we should think a bit about the many forms of prostitution to which this market society leads us. Do not confuse the effect for the cause, the part for the whole.
Some lounge-feminists, incidentally, know better than prostitutes what is good for them, because prostitutes are primarily women, and patriarchy (the big ruffian of the real sex slaves who are the housewives) can not tolerate women owing their own bodies and leaving the camp of submission in which we try to confine them from the Neolithic. A woman that explicit self-manages her sexuality, which is rented rather than sold as with wives, which has many customers instead of one master, is a disruptive paradigm, a mirror in which few men and few women dare to look.
Ultimately, what the neo-fascist denied to others -whether Iraqi, Basques or women- is the right to self-determination. And is this, the right to self-determination of individuals and peoples, what we have to defend above all, on all fronts, against the real terrorists. That is, against the state terrorism.
Prostitutes let you fuck them for 50 bucks an hour, you let your boss up your ass for 5 bucks an hour. What is the difference?
I do not understand why prostitution could be illegal. Why should prostitution be illegal? Selling is legal, fucking is legal. Why isn’t selling fucking legal? You know, why should it be illegal to sell something that is perfectly legal to give away. I can’t follow the logic on that at all. Of all the things you can do to a person, giving someone an orgasm is hardly the worst thing in the world. In the army they give you a metal for spraying napalm on people. In civilian life, you go to jail for giving someone an orgasm. Maybe, I’m not supposed to understand it.
We are all whores.
All whores – Dugutigui on a text by Carlo Frabetti
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).