The Price of Faking

The Price of Faking

While I was contemplating the subject that I handled in the previous entry, the faking part has come into focus. As I made an emphasis on it, faking has so much to do with survival and class/gender struggle issue.

Keep it in mind: slavery was originally a by product of slaughter. People invented slavery to have other human beings serve themselves instead of killing them to lose labor force potantials.

Therefore, the price of faking/not faking is always at stake. Because it determines the lethal condition; it is a matter of live or die depending upon if you are willing to be defeated and give in, or would rather get killed without faking anything to please anybody.

Regading the dynamics of sexual intercourse we examine here between male/female, men technically can't fake. I am talking about the getting it up part, whereas women are capable and often have to fake for numerous reasons. This pretty much defines the condition of two different needs. (Well, men have to fake a lot to bring women to the point of copulating, but that is another story.)

What lots of clients pay hookers for is here:

they need somebody who makes them feel to be welcomed or desired when they really are molesting strangers with no context. Hookers are expected to ooh and ahh... seriously, no matter who touche them and how they fuck them, which seems to be illogical. The trick of all tricks, though, is money: we hookers are money driven but it is just like anybody else in the capitalistic society. Money is supposed to compensate the humiliation, just any other profession does for people. But people fly off the handle only if it involves sexual acts.

This is only an introductory level of describing the capacity of feelings and its relationship to money, loss and gain. The point that I feel like jotting down before it goes out of mind is this faking business and how much money is thrown into the spot.

Whether it is about sex or not, pursuing truthfulness is difficult, and pricy in this world. But that is what I have been at paradoxically.