My body is a temple. It’s not the quiet, reverent kind of temple, more the loud gospel singing (with perhaps a side of cult) temple. I eat well, in both senses of the word. I eat organic, whole grain, real food. Sometimes even out of my own garden. Occasionally I treat it to a massive bowl of hot buttered popcorn and a Manhattan. Sometimes a little red wine. I do actually eat an apple a day and really do think it keeps the Dr away. (Although, mostly because I hate going to the Dr.) I try to exercise. Occasionally. Wii Mario Cart racing is exercise right!? I take my vitamins (and now my wheat grass and royal jelly) and I try to occasionally get a massage or pedicure or a haircut. So yes, I take care of it.
A post on Scary Mommy last week made me start thinking. If those people disrespect their body to the point to resembling the characters in Wall-E, why can’t I do with my body what I want?
I’m not talking about people like Queen of Spain, South of Sheriden, or Wheel Chair Mommy who are legitimately in wheel chairs. I’m talking about the people who discredit the wheelchair bound. The people who eat McDonalds as a majority of their meals and zone out in front of the TV until they are too out of shape to spend the day walking around The Happiest Place on Earth. Those people are destroying their bodies, and simply letting them rot on the couch, by, ironically, stuffing themselves full of food that doesn’t rot. (One of the SURE signs you are NOT meant to eat it.)
I’m fine with them doing what they like with their body. But, in return, I would like them to be fine with me doing what *I* like with mine: renting it.
I’m not saying I want to start a new career as a prostitute. I’m fairly certain the market for flabby 40 somethings is covered. I’m also not a big fan of strangers touching me. But, still, what I do, spanking, bondage, laughing at a wealthy man’s small panty clad penis while pondering what to make for dinner, is considered prostitution in most areas of the country. And? I don’t think it should be illegal. And you know what? I don’t think what two consenting adults do behind closed doors, be it a little BDSM, or a lot of raunchy sex, should be the business of the local law enforcement. If they would like to worry about what’s going on behind closed doors, perhaps they could concentrate on human trafficking.
I know what you are going to say about that. “Oh, but that FOX news says as soon as we get rid of all the prostitutes, we won’t have human trafficking.” But that is where you are dangerously wrong. With prostitution illegal, when the women who arrive in the US, scared, not knowing a soul, barely speaking english, find out that they are not going to nanny some rich kid, but instead, sexually serve his father, they have no one to turn to. They can’t go to the police. They are in the county illegally, doing, even against their will, something illegal. They have no choice but to stay in their situation. They are not renting their bodies. They have sold it.
Legalize prostitution and there is a way to regulate it like any service industry. Licenses could be required. Medical test results could be displayed. Assaults could be reported.
And one of my favorite over looked benefits? CPR classes could be offered. These are offered now, but only in the big cities and not on any regular basis and you need to know where – and most don’t. It’s hard to find someone who is accredited to offer this type of class, who wants to offer this kind of class, who has the knowledge to offer this kind of class. What do you do if someone passes out in bondage? How do you tell if someone is having a real breathing emergency or just a panic attack because he’s with his dream girl. Alone. Naked. Don’t laugh! It’s happened. (ok. laugh a little bit.) Also… let’s play a game of What’s That Bump; scab, wart, or The Herpes.
Taxes could be paid. SURELY the government would like that! As I’ve already discussed, I do pay taxes, but not all sex workers do because it’s difficult to do correctly – and very easy not to do.
Keep sex work a black market and it will retain it’s lovely black market charm.
Stay tuned for my next post in which I envision a world in which McDonald’s is a black market item.
edited to add: OK. Maybe not. Knowing what they pass off as food when they are somewhat regulated, and thinking about what they would pass off as food in a black market to raise their profit made me a little queasy.