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Thomas O'Brien

Secret Identities

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As I was wandering through the web, I read a random comment somewhere to the effect of: “Why does Superman even bother being Clark Kent? Why not be Superman all the time?” Even though I read a fair amount of Superman comics as a kid, that thought never occurred to me. But having a secret identity isn’t only for comic book superheroes. If you are acquainted with a sex worker or two, it’s extremely likely that you know someone who has a secret identity. And unlike Superman and Clark, you probably have a good idea why.

It’s no secret that there’s some stigma attached to providing sexual favors for money, whether it be a streetwalker or an ex-Playboy model who marries an eighty-something billionaire. Personally, I hold neither in contempt. I probably have more sympathy for the streetwalker, but I tend to root for underdogs more than over-dogs.

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Since I can speak passable Spanish and I have a curious nature, one of the things I often ask working girls I am with is whether their family knows what they do for money or not. The answer is ‘no’ more often than ‘yes,’ but it’s not universal. “Magdalena.” the subject of one of my books, was upfront with her family other than a short time when she was just starting out. Several of the older girls from San Jose were open about their jobs with their families, including children. Chicas who grew up in really bad neighborhoods were generally more open about their work than those who came from slightly better circumstances.

Economics being what they are in poorer countries, it’s not uncommon to come across students, although I suspect there are more girls who say they are students than actually are… it just lends an aura of respectability and dignity that they might not otherwise feel.

For those who hide their real source of income, a cover story is necessary. One of my all time favorite chicas in San Jose told her family she was a travel agent. One of my current favorites told her family she worked in a clothing store. In both cases, the families didn’t find it necessary to look too closely into just where the jobs were.

Perhaps in some future world where people are more accepting, it won’t be necessary to hide being a sex worker. I think it’s becoming less of a stigma, but society isn’t there yet. Maybe some day.

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Oaxaca Chicas

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Nice video from Oaxaca, MX, but whoever did the video needs to learn how to edit sound. Volume goes from whisper to nuclear explosion and back. Best turn down the sound and enjoy the visuals.

Sex in the Dark Ages

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People who talk about the good old days aren’t talking about sex. It’s true that it felt just as good 60 years ago as it does now. But as far as attitudes went, the ‘good old days’ were also pretty much the ‘dark ages.’

For example, take a look at the old TV shows, shows like Ozzie and Harriet, I Love Lucy and the Dick Van Dyke Show. Married couples sleeping in twin beds. For that matter, when Lucy was pregnant, the censors didn’t allow anybody on the show to use the word ‘pregnant.’

I recall a neighbor kid whose father had a subscription to Playboy. Hot damn! My friend kept a careful eye out and had amassed a large collection himself, which he graciously let the other kids in the neighborhood look at. In those bygone days, we were happy happy just to see nipples. The pubic area was always hidden or airbrushed. At the time, though, the sight of breast flesh was enough. I have read that there was a time, long ago, when even the sight of an ankle was considered risque.

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Fast forward a bit, and it became possible to see actual genitalia. But I recall going to an ‘adult’ book store and seeing magazines sold that stopped short of depicting actual intercourse. This was in the late 70s. Soon after that the VCR brought hard core into the privacy of anyone’s home. The ‘adult entertainment’ industry went through a boom as their ‘product’ was no longer limited to cheesy theaters in cheesy neighborhoods.

Then, within another decade, the wonders of the internet manifested themselves, and soon people were buying little video cameras and sharing just about anything they could think up. Entrepreneurs realized that nothing sells like sex, and hardcore became harder to avoid than to find.

I can’t imagine girls from my high school days passing around nude selfies, but it sure appears that girls and women are willing or even eager to do things on camera that they would have been much to shy to do even in private, years ago.

It’s a darn shame I got older and lost my appeal with the young babes, but the problem isn’t modern times, it’s my old time body and face. Thank heaven a willingness to pay makes up for the ravages of age. It’s all good.