HOUSE OF PLEASURES, airs Saturday night at 12:15A (with an encore on Tuesday) and takes us deep into the private life of a French maison close, a turn of the century brothel catering to wealthy and picky clients. It’s a rich, atmospheric, slow film that joins a long list of venerable and illustrious entries in the genre; we have a collective social fascination with sex work and are particularly interested in period pieces that allow us to indulge our voyeurism without the immediacy of looking at the modern sex industry head-on. Like other films of its ouvre, it presents a simultaneously rosy and jaded view of sex work, creating a tension on the screen that may evade some viewers.
Last week we discussed the (negligible) difference between a sugar daddy and a john. As Winston Churchill unfortunately didn’t say, it’s simply a matter of price. But this week we’d like to talk about sex surrogates who often – and unfairly, we think – get classified as prostitutes. A recent report by ABC News notes that sex surrogacy emerged in the seventies, went into hiding in the more conservative eighties (oh, there was that HIV thing, too), and is now starting to get a bit more respect, with surrogates working directly with therapists – and charging a professional rate (They’re trained and credentialed by the International Professional Surrogates Association.).
Nevada County has finally legalized male prostitutes — so now the only question remaining, especially with the approval arriving in the middle of a recession, is this: Will the phones be ringing off the hook, or will the silence be deafening?
Article: Not-So-Flat Stanley
photo via Hamburger Morgenpost At first glance, this news story about a German prostitute’s tombstone being deemed “too slutty” seemed like just another one of those “Oddly Enough” stories that every paper traffics in (“Drunken Tractor Driver Leads Police on Slow Chase” et al). Until we got to the part about how the tombstone in…
Article: True confessions of a male escort
photo by crazytales562
Andrew Rosetta (not his real name) was an escort in London for ten years, where he made thousands of pounds a week. He tells all in his new memoir, Whatever She Wants: True Confessions of a Male Escort. We had about ten million questions we wanted to ask him, but we limited ourselves to just these few…