Thank you for
joining me on this giggle-fest journey behind the scenes and between the sheets
to discover the magical world of taboo behavior. As a teenager, there wasn’t a
lot of sound advice coming in my direction for what could or would happen down some
of the dark paths I took. I just knew
the DANGER sign at the beginning of the craggy path littered with sparkles and
shiny trinkets was a welcoming beacon to undiscovered territory and orgasmic
has a beginning. As such, I am going to
throw a whole bunch of things at you that are not on your radar or a whole lot
of other people’s radar.
If that special
“talk” you got didn’t include options to create multiple g-spots and multiple
orgasms, an index finger can touch an ovary from the inside, most skin to skin
contact sexually transmitted diseases can be washed off after sex, why alcohol
ruins a real female orgasm, why some male penises bend to the left, exercises
to reduce or eliminate prolapse, is bigger really better, how to get tight if
you are still wondering if it is in yet, knowing how to establish proper sexual
boundaries, how to properly communicate with your partner, why women and men
don’t begin to have the best orgasms of their lives until they are about thirty
years old (yep) or the tell-tale signs to spot a bad lay from across the room…
When you were
two, I bet you knew what a car was, you had probably seen a bicycle or even a
tricycle but that Big Wheel in front of you was the item to master first. Sex is no different! You were born with all the parts but you
can’t use them properly until you learn how.
This book is
dedicated to teaching you HOW.
Follow some of
the choice mistakes I encountered and how I got around or out of a few of the
wrecks when I used the keys to my brand new Ferrari without knowing how to ride
a bicycle first. I was given the usual
puritanical instructions under the guise of you will fall in love, get married
and on your wedding night have the most amazing virgin sex Never known to mankind.
Translated to: you are going to go SPLAT! Oh, not following the arcane program? Well, in case you are having pre-marital sex,
here’s the number to a counselor if you think you got pregnant or a sti/std
during that massively disappointing 30 second love fest and don’t forget to use
a condom… next time.
Cripes! With that kind of advice, it is no wonder why
people turn to porn for education. At
least their train wreck looks like fun.
Psssst… it’s an act. It’s all
fake. Follow me through the pages and
get the goods the behind-the-green-door cottage industry hides from the
public. If you are a gifted child,
creative curious teenager, a twenty in search of a better sex life, a thirty
getting ready to actually find the right one or a forty questioning it all… oh,
let’s go visit some places you probably don’t want to go so you can make
better, more educated choices.
You can thank
me by sharing what you learn with others.
Get ready to put on your Super Cape and let’s confine ignorant education
leading to poor sexual performance and diseases where they belong… back in the
Stone Age. Enjoy the Letters To Jamison.
Promiscuity, in the 80s during the find patient zero aspect of the AIDS epidemic, was defined as 11 partners in one year. Statistically speaking, I’m guessing 8 dates a week in college pretty much defies logic when it comes to how I came through that time period relatively unscathed.
There are a lot of current (2019) commercials targeting LGBTQ about getting on a daily multiple prescription drug regimen to keep from getting HIV. Reading the possible side effects in the fine print, I’m sure you noticed the big section on kidney failure. One other interesting factoid about the regimen…part of it is also a treatment for hepatitis B.
Adding to my list of possible reasons why having unprotected sex with HIV/AIDS infected people did not result in my receipt of the disease, I would hope if individuals of high risk entertain risky behavior they add what they can from these practices to their protectionism mechanisms.
• I did not allow male semen inside me. The flagella (sperm) naturally chew holes in cell walls in order to fertilize an egg. • I didn’t kiss or swap spit with people I was not in a monogamous relationship with. • I bathed immediately after sex. • I had an internal vaginal flushing mechanism called a female orgasm. (The fluid of which is usually around a 7.3 pH or higher. Same pH strip that they use to check whether or not a pregnant woman’s water broke.) • I drank oxygenated water with a pH of 7.0 or greater. • I ate non-GMO food. • I regularly went skydiving and received a higher quantity of protons than the earthbound electron imbuing cell phone wearing group.
I was skydiving before proton therapy became a staple cancer treatment but after Louise L Hay taught me positive attitude and holistic medicine existed long before modern medicine.
Has anyone else gotten a curiosity bug when looking at the history of HIV and AIDS versus the current epidemic? In the 80s, the powers publicly announced the decade would not end without cure availability. What happened?
Looking for correlating answers to the posted question above, the deeper I searched, the less sense the purported 80s story line made.
A thorough read of today’s internet material says the disease was present in monkeys in 1920s Africa and transferred to humans via bush meat. Recent research states these monkeys have been living with SIV for upwards of 32,000 years. All well and good but how did they survive the flash frozen younger dryas event that thawed out only about 12,000 years ago? Not related to sex and sex solutions, I guess that is a question for another post.
Agreed, HIV is a mutated virus with ape origins. Even though the proposed number of worldwide infections prior to 1980 was estimated at 300,000 with a rapid rate of spread capability, one might think wealthy American sport hunters or travelers having some “fun on holiday” might have been the first to bring HIV from Africa to America.
However, there is no documentation of such a logical occurrence.
A Haitian man who presumably worked the Congo bush then moved to New York ultimately becoming an intravenous heroine addict claims that prize.
Serum tested post mortem from New York’s Haitian man initiated “junkie pneumonia” victims had some staggering rates. 1975 below 20% 1978 1 in 11 1979 29% of 40 samples 1980 44% of samples 1982 52% of samples
Check the first “4H” box for 1970s New York needle sharing junkies, users numbered in the tens of thousands, which does not explain the California gay sex angle.
Odd spread statistics
Is it possible to believe that a lower percentage of people had sex between 1920 and 1980 thus accounting for the slow to non-existent mutation of HIV-1 and HIV-2 coupled with stable distribution capability at roughly (300,000 individuals/60 years = 5,000 individuals) on an annual basis?
While it supposedly raged in Africa and came to Haiti through employment, then into the world of shared needles, during the free love sixties and sexual revolution seventies, HIV found no traction as a sexual issue in America? Other than one molested, embarrassed and victimized, 16 year old boy in St. Louis, no American hippie culture type contracted the disease?
I would argue people were more promiscuous then with a lot less condom use than now, because sexually transmitted diseases were not lethal. Follow that logic for a minute.
Between 1981 and 1984 in America, 1 case became 249 and then close to 3000 cases with a roughly 50% mortality rate ballooned into around 250,000 cases with a dismal life expectancy.
By January 1986 the AIDS epidemic had infected over 1 million Americans.
Go backwards and none of this 1920-1980 math adds up when it is correlated to human sexual behavior.
If it only took less than 5 years to have 1 million infections, how could it take 60 prior years to have less than 300,000 cases?
Yet, today, the wildfire-like disease spreads at a rate of 5,000 new cases per day?
If we account for the rate of population change between 1980 and 2018, again, the math does not add up.
While the global population only doubled, the rate of HIV infection increased by a factor of 10.
Did the sexual habits of humans drastically change in 1980? Sure, we flew a lot more in the 80s than in the 20s but when Patient [letter] O from the airlines was crossed off the list after infecting only 40 people, there were a lot more questions than answers.
How AIDS went from nothing to worry about to pink buttons proudly worn in bars almost overnight lacked compassion and logical sense. At the time, most believed the prevailing attitude, still held from Hitler’s ethnic cleansing less than 40 years earlier, that someone had found a cure for gays and drug addicts. (That was the scary part of “not my problem” 80s greed culture.)
The official narrative is unique. In 1977 a female prostitute in San Francisco delivers a baby that later dies. The woman dies in 1987. Post mortem discovery was conducted in both cases to determine HIV strain presence. Nobody knows this when the evening news runs stories saying gay men are dying.
When the general population did hear about this new deadly sexual disease, not unlike the Tuskegee syphilis experiment, only “4H”, a specific targeted community, had an outbreak for this one specific variant of the HIV series. In 1981, the CDC credits Ken Horne as the actual patient zero. Clusters in the gay community of San Francisco, Los Angeles and New York almost simultaneously got the disease.
And suspiciously, no happy heartlanders contracted this rare disease where it was first reported. Nor were there reports in Miami, Hotlanta, Dallas or Chicago sites, only gay men in three cities on the east and west coast.
In 1983 the CDC already had a smoking gun. Which is great detective work. The CDC claimed there was no conspiracy. The dying men said there was.
If a person didn’t think the disease was going to personally threaten them, then any narrative was acceptable. On the other hand, if this could directly affect the one in the mirror, finding out everything one could was extremely important.
Normally when researching the history of the AIDS narrative, one wouldn’t go looking for benignly related vaccine studies, unless one actually believed being both the maker of the bullets and Band-Aids provides a perpetual income stream. In America, if you want to find out what really happened, follow the money.
In 1973 a study was conducted in Uganda for children with Burkitt’s lymphoma. Wikipedia states, in 1985 retroactive testing showed 50/75 children had a disease closely related to HIV. Women were also dying of a close cousin of HIV, but not the one that bombed the American gay men’s scene.
Scientific consensus rules out any sort of stereotypical hate behavior in favor of genetic mutation. A mutation they still cannot explain in any peer review paper I read. If there is a scientific consensus, there is a paper. No consensus, no publish. In the publish or perish world, everybody wants to be first to publish!
In the paper by V. Harinda, HIV: Past, present and future (Indian J Sex Transmission 2008; Vol.29, No.1), No test has been able to conclusively prove how the virus mutated from SIV into a human HIV disease naturally. However, under the heading of conspiracy theory, “Some people believe that the virus was spread… to gay men through hepatitis b vaccine trials.”
According to Colin W. Shepard et al. in Hepatitis B Virus Infection: Epidemiology and Vaccination (Epidemiological Reviews, Volume 28, Issue 1, August 2006), “First licensed in the United States in 1981, hepatitis B vaccine is now one of the most widely used vaccines in the world…” Additionally, “…the world’s first cancer prevention vaccine and the first vaccine to prevent a sexually transmitted disease.”
Humans are the only known natural HBV host. Scientists have a complete DNA understanding of the virus. I won’t bore you with the jargon however, It is scary how unrelated scientific papers describe HIV and HBV transmission almost like identical twins.
Based on the demographic of the majority of the initial recipients of HIV/AIDS, it is completely understandable how this was viewed as a targeted eugenics project by everyone looking at these statistics. An HBV trial was administered to the subset populations in the three locations where GRID first bloomed.
It doesn’t actually matter who or what started it. What matters is stopping it because what is touted to stop the speed of new daily infections is not stopping the spread of the disease!
Lots of people wanted to get tested. The big problem was that nobody would administer the test until the 6 month incubation period after sex had expired. This created MAYHEM! Many people, like myself, adopted a program of keeping a list of partners and getting tested every six months.
Between 1984 and 1987, research funding was made available because women, children and movie stars could get AIDS.
To squelch heterosexual public fear, an available cure was expected within two years. Those of us who knew a cure would never come, took it upon ourselves to find out how to protect ourselves while continuing to live the scene.
They say cases of rare pneumonia and cancer triggered the detection of HIV.
Knowing cancer and pneumonia are both diseases that are triggered by low body pH and science has repeatedly proven neither disease can survive in a pH environment above 7.0, I decided to do a little 1980s peer review research journal crawl.
Many researchers looked at the correlation between pH and HIV transmission.
I stumbled across the most interesting paper attempting to prove that pH is not a factor in HIV. To an untrained individual, this might pass muster. To everyone else who passed 8th grade biology or chemistry, pH regulates chemical availability and thus cellular function.
When growing plants we know that soil pH must be correct for nutrient uptake in order to flower or grow food. Human bodies are designed to operate optimally with a pH around 7.0.
Blood has a pH ranging from 7.6 to 7.2 whether a vein or artery (Bohr effect). The higher range reflects more oxygen thus allowing for the body to process sugars and create healthy cells.
Here is the quick, short summary of the published research from the 1980s papers I examined.
At a pH of 5.0 nothing HIV related replicates. Ta-daaa! Cure.
However, cancer and pneumonia go Gang Busters in the pH 5.5-6.6 categories. Not a cure.
At a pH of 7.6, the upper limit of what any paper disclosed, there was still viable mutation. How much? Who knows?
Of interesting note, if a weak solution of NH4CL was introduced within the first 18 hours, a 95% rate of unsuccessful cultivation occurred.
That translates to a Potential 95% reduction in getting HIV if applied within 18 hours of sex.
Ammonium chloride can be found in cough medicine, fireworks, food additives, shampoo, cleaning products and textile printing. In a not too stunning surprise, this method of reducing the likelihood of spreading the HIV infection never made it to market.
The first protease inhibitor to successfully delay disease progression in AIDS patients changed pH levels. Protease inhibitors are employed to “affect physiological processes.” Mice studied were cited to have a pH increase to 8.5.
Another useful factoid of merit is circumcised males are less likely (65%) to contract HIV through heterosexual sex than their foreskin retaining counterparts.
Microbicides dropped pH levels and failed to achieve the anticipated results.
But no cure was ever published. Not even for those that could afford it.
And now a possible solution to the dilemma. Based on my lifestyle choices, adding oxygenated water might be a huge part of the solution. Why? Because the human body is roughly 68% water, a bag of mush and electrical impulses. Water is the filter. The pH and oxygen content of your filter controls everything including the oxygenation of your blood cells and ability to fight disease.
A pH of 8.0 is not dangerous to the human body as there are oxygen water products that are sold with this pH at health food stores. Water at a pH of 8.0 is extremely healthy. So are oxygen bars also called oxygen cafes where one can breathe pure O2. The Las Vegas airport has an O2 bar. Some portable O2 units normally used by elderly patients provide a decent option for non-exploding oxygen tanks. The King of Pop slept in an O2 chamber. Oxygen kills anaerobic organisms. It turns facultative anaerobes into aerobes. It binds heavy metals. Oxygen can do amazing positives.
I would ask that if dollars are being spent on education to deter the disease, spend a couple thousand on a triple replicated study. Needed tools will include: a high school biology lab containing microscopes, camera attachments to snap photos of the slides, slides, cover slips, Petrie dishes, pH strips, auger, safety gear, HIV cells from a willing person able to donate a few drops of infected blood, and probably some willing Biology club scientists-in-training interested to perform this triple replicated study designed for peer review and publication.
Culture the HIV cells in the substrate. According to research papers, this occurs within one hour. Increase the pH in increments from 7.4 to 8.6 to see when the disease fails to spread.
I’d make a Vegas betting line at 7.8 pH.
If my theory that HIV does not transmit at a pH above 7.6 and replicated scientific proof can substantiate the anecdotal explanation for my lifestyle, then a small lifestyle change to emulate the protective measures I employ including douching the orifice immediately after intercourse with oxygenated water and drinking oxygenated water might be all that’s needed to eliminate the spread of the disease.
If that doesn’t work, science has known since the mid 80s a weak solution of NH4CL immediately after intercourse will reduce the risk of infection by 95%.
After replicating the proof three times, spend the rest of your budget getting the good word out!
The slave mentality I know board members of pharmaceutical companies. They don’t bring new drugs on the market unless those drugs are profitable. Now that an estimated 70 million people and counting have contracted HIV with about 36 million still alive, a couple million people taking a daily regimen of pharmaceuticals is profitable.
Much like cancer, as long as we never cure the disease while gaining a new influx of contaminated individuals on a daily basis, the mutating HIV virus strains will always need new development profit centered drugs.
If high school kids, those most endangered by the disease, would accept responsibility to find possible cures or at least attempt the science experiments to see what levels of O2 implementation could work, then they might be afforded a simple luxury: what it’s like to have sex without wondering if it might kill them.
Our slave-owning, freedom-wanting founding fathers said it best, “Those who do not fight for freedom do not deserve it.”
Bottom line. If you want a cure, you need to find it. There is too much profit in not stopping this infection.
Now you have the ability to hear the music and interpret those sounds as physical movements. Consequently, if you can squeeze and release to Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, You should also have the ability to squeeze your internal vaginal muscles to the rhythm of any song.
Let’s combine the two of those things together with a glass toy and a spot of organic coconut oil.
Sexual Choreography: Listen to the first 30 seconds of the music then see if you can fit the following words to match what the music says to me. Once you get a “handle” on how I physically view/hear/feel the notes and how they correspond to physical movement, try actually doing the choreography.
This is a good second step as there are more levels above this intermediate one which I will discuss with you once you have this well-in-hand.
Let’s go back to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy with some new lyrics. Start by singing these phrases to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy tune ala Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music… because these are a few of my favorite things.
First four bars: From knee up to inner thigh, place cold glass tip to soft warm clit, circle softly,
Bars five to… (“twisting” starts at the melody) Twisting smoothly first go to the right, switch to the left, towards the front and now go to the back, spiiin it out,
Bar nine to… Gently slide in twisting to the left, then the right, now go back to front, swing full circle, use to muscles push it out,
Bar thirteen… Twisting smoothly first go to the right, switch to the left, towards the front and now go to the back, spiiin it out, Slide all the way in, slide all the way out, twisting go back, insiiiiide
Ok you should be at the 30 second mark at this point. There’s about 2:10 left to go… add the toy now that you have some words of instruction and see what happens.
I’ll let you have some fun with this… your own personal creativity should be stimulated by now.
Do you have the fingertip trick down pat? Good. Can you squeeze your internal muscles to the music?
Just start by tightening and releasing to the notes.
Once you get a “constricting handle” for physically interpreting (view/hear/feel) the notes and how they correspond to physical movement, try actually creating muscle pumping choreography. This is a good second step as there are more levels above this intermediate one which I will discuss with you once you have this well understood.
If you do have the sheet music handy… Open the link below and watch the music.
I don’t know how many times I performed in ballet scores of The Nutcracker from the mind of Tchaikovsky. After about the 1000th time hearing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, one tends to hear this in their sleep.
As an adult, my significant other would give my best girlfriend and me tickets to go see the latest visiting troupe do the performance.
I often wondered why men found the ballet so boring. Were they not musically inclined? Did the notes not whisper sweet nothings in their mind? Were the long legs flinging in the air not a turn on? All those pretty sparkle costumes wrapped around svelte contortionist bodies unable to ignite some part of the sexual brain?
Ballet and Opera, in my world, were symphonies with visuals. Who can’t be moved hearing a harp?
What if those who prefer a good mud-wrestling match over a ballet just need a mental perspective nudge into novel culture to tie those brain connecting dendrites in new ganglia patterns? Maybe if they thought of music the same way I did, going to the ballet, would be a much more entertaining process.
I know I talked about classical music and sex in Rhythm and Sex, (Letter #13 part 1). If you are having any trouble independently moving body parts to the music, take a look at the prima ballerina of any ballet or winners of talent, pole and dancing shows. For fun, let me give you a peek into my sexually deranged mind. I have an inkling this may help you get “the gist” of the grind in a new and enjoyable way.
Follow the series of the letters, in which I will explain a logical methodology for breaking the whole into pieces you can master. (Initially by yourself, with a toy and then a partner… crawl, walk, then run.)
Start with your ears and fingers: Listen to the first 30 seconds of Tchaikovsky’s Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy.
Link below to sheet music to visualize this while hearing it if you don’t have a copy handy. 8notes.com
Practice idea number one: Let’s start by opening the palm of your left hand and tapping the notes you hear at the time you hear them on the left hand with the right hand.
Were you able to tap in the exact same spot the whole time or did you move the point of tap around on the palm? If you had the exacting ability to hit the same spot over and over again, amazing!
Practice idea number two: Let’s take this rhythm challenger to the fingertips. This time, I want you to replay the first 30 seconds of the music and each time you hear a note, gently touch the tip of your index finger on your right hand to the tips of alternating fingers on the left hand.
This practice allows you to hear notes and create a pattern of movement.
Try this again with the fingertips of both hands slightly apart and when you hear the music, touch each set of corresponding fingertips to the other starting with index for the first note, middle finger for the second note, ring finger for the third note, pinky finger for the fourth note and thumb for the fifth note. The sixth note can either be the pinky and the seventh being ring finger or the sixth can be index finger with the seventh being middle finger. It all depends on how dexterous you are.
The inclination will be to use the same finger during the quick repeated notes but I want you to switch finger tip touches for every single note. I don’t need you to assign a letter of the scale for each note to a specific finger because I know you can already do that from your musical instrument training.
Those that never learned to play an instrument should learn how to assign a key per finger and enjoy figuring out which two letters overlap the five finger availability.
What I am asking you to do is a training method you can practice in public that will pay off in spades for great sex later on.
For anyone who had an un-memorable sexual Valentine’s Day coupling or for those who want to add a little spice to life, I invite you to read the Letters2Jamison. Being able to accomplish the training exercises included in the series of Letter #13 will definitely raise your (and your partner’s) sexual bar.
Letter # 13 Part 2 Designed to be pavlovian in nature, advertisers use certain songs to help people remember the product. These catchy little jingles do work. That’s all well and good. In fact, I want you to salivate differently and far more enjoyably than the intended method the marketing guru’s are etching into your mind.
For example, when I saw the Hummer commercial, I slapped my inner thigh and told my partner to lick. One of my best friends saw the same commercial advertising quite differently and went out and bought a Hummer.
If you are like me during the football season, you hate those long commercial breaks. Consider using the method of adding sexual words to the tune as a method of personal entertainment. I know those repetitive car commercials using Vivaldi’s Four Seasons won’t disappoint a creative mind. Your “December to Remember” could anything but the usual holiday cheer.
Adding a few choice repeatable phrases to the end of sentences during a boring lecture or stale church experience has often kept me engaged when I couldn’t really have cared less about the subject matter.
Mentally including the phrase “up the butt” or “in my box” at the end of the speaker’s sentence was a lip biter in some very inappropriate yet hilarious situations. Give it a try the next time you are stuck listening to a live re-enactment of Charlie Brown’s teacher.
Before radio and internet, the great composers wrote the “mood music” of their times. Can you imagine what thoughts were going through the minds of the classical, romantic period master composers when they wrote timeless, epic, sexual tunes? My own concept of get-your-freak-on is probably pretty lame compared to what these Masters composed by candle light.
The original lyrics in the famous christmas carol deck the halls, which was adapted from a brothel house jingle, were originally so inappropriate fa-la-la-la-la was used to replace them.
While we are constantly reminded that our current society is the pinnacle of knowledge – If we compare the iconic hallmarks showcasing the pinnacle of today’s society, (i.e.: Microsoft, Facebook, Instagram, AI, etc.) to historical icons such as Mozart and Beethoven, I actually think we probably lost a step or two.
Master the items from Letter #3 and creating your own lyrics to music in this part of Letter #13 before reading the next part of this letter. Love you, C. Change
Valentine’s and VD HIV vaccine… I understand they have one now… go get it or learn how to squirt so you will have the ability to be self cleaning. I have two anecdotal stories for you to illustrate my point.
Story #1 I remember when aids first hit the news. A few days later, I was at my favorite bar, in my suspended cage above the dance floor, dancing in 6” black stiletto heels with a male stripper behind me, when I noticed a crowd gather around the bar below me. Then and there, I got my first glimpse of how people would react to the latest deadly STD.
Enter the cute, pink “I don’t have aids” button.
Right there underneath me… there was a man with a big box. People gathered around… buttons being passed out at the bar.
Nope, no test… you just got a big pink glow in the dark button which you proudly displayed on your chest proclaiming your I don’t have aids (so it’s ok to have unprotected sex with me) promotion and continued to speed date, get drunk, do lines of coke in the bathroom and ultimately go home with the guy who drove up in a lambo.
It’s no real surprise to me now how the aids epidemic exploded. I was right there in the thick of it. Because of my ardent stupidity, I spent the next twenty plus years being tested every 6 months for a disease I never contracted… but many people doing exactly what I was doing, did.
We were all playing a sexual game of Russian roulette. Chance probably has something to do with the outcome. But statistically, the deck was not stacked in my favor. I hit the joker’s, too not just the usual 52.
Maybe there was something about me… the internal and external self-cleaning mechanism I utilized… that made the difference?
Almost 20 years later, when I was still on the plane, landing in Thailand, the stewardesses passed out condoms and statistics fliers along with our passport entry forms and explained that Bangkok, our landing destination, had the highest incidence of aids worldwide. I can’t remember but it was some ridiculous percentage … like half or greater than half of the teen to 30 year olds had aids. Not HIV but full blown AIDS.
We were going to go to bars and I was told not to let anybody sweat on me. Try that in a jam packed club at New year’s. Ha!
After being highly entertained on the mainland, I met friends on the little outter islands. One of them is a popular destination called Koh Samui.
Prostitution is a way of life on Koh Samui’s four, roughly mile long, dirt Ugly Roads. Mixed in with Muay Thai boxing venues, parents sell their small children… out in the open. It’s normal behavior there.
The bar store-fronts have stages and a row of girls dressed in the exact same outfit arranged from toddler to pre-teen standing side by side awaiting their next trick. It was like the old version of 42nd Street in New York City with school age children as the wares. I took pictures.
It’s mostly tourists that walk down the streets to buy underage girls and boys from their parents. Boys are called kai-tai and made up to look like girls. The visitor buys a drink, points at a child, the mama-san goes and takes the child by the hand and leads it AND the customer around to the back of the building. A little while later the mama-san returns with the kid in tow and the child is placed back in the on-stage line-up.
We watched a German male in his late 50s check out child store front after store front and finally settle on one he liked. He could legally buy a kid for sex who could not have been 4 years old yet and the mama-san didn’t even flinch and neither did the kid as she was led behind the building. I guess almost 4 years old is old enough to be alone with a 50 year old man because the mama-san came back to the front to sell an even younger kid and an older kid to someone else while the about 4 year old was still being used.
Once those kids get to be about 12 or 13 they are too old for the sex trade and join normal society on the mainland to date, continue prostitution (since it’s really all they know how to do to put food in their belly) and if they can snag the right bait, hitch a ride with or marry a tourist who will take them out of their known world.
At a time when teenagers in America are just beginning to learn about sexual experience, these kids are retired from multiple adult partners on a daily basis since they were not quite old enough to walk.
And, yes… they are seriously diseased. It’s in their sweat, spit, tears, piss, clothes they wear or try on and don’t buy in a store… on the plastic bottle they drank from, the money that changed hands, the gas pump handle, the taxi cab seat, the door at the restaurant, it’s everywhere.
Tourists gave diseases to children who gave it to more tourists who took it home and gave it to their significant other who gave it to their thing-on-the-side who gave it to their actual boy/girlfriend who drank out of someone else’s cup… are you getting the message yet???
It is also a very different culture. A culture, not unlike it’s food, that has travelled all over the world.
Why am I telling you this story? I’m reinforcing the protect yourself motif.
According to the movie Sold… http://www.soldTheMovie.com there are roughly 5.5 million child prostitutes at the current time. It’s a good movie to watch. I think their estimate of the number of child prostitutes is low, very very low.
Back to my story… There was a day when I got a call from an attorney or family member of some random guy I had sex with and he had slept with a prostitute who gave him aids.
Apparently, they had tracked down the sex worker and she had died and so had the guy, along with a string of other people this guy had infected. The person contacting me was stunned to hear that I was healthy.
I had two things going for me that none of the others did. One: I bathed after sex. Two: I had an internal fluid flushing system called an orgasm that probably kept me from more problems that I will ever know. I always enjoyed one final orgasm when getting clean after sex just to make sure I smelled like me again.
I watched and participated as patient Zero in the 80s became about 30% of the globe. And for what? Amusement? Pride? Hate? Ignorance? Arrogance? I sure wasn’t thinking about the future.
Somehow, I survived the worst of the ugliest and I am grateful for that. But you, you are just stepping up into the mess we made. I know it’s not fair and I apologise.
Everybody older than you is responsible. Whether it was inaction, turning a blind eye, actively participating, forced submission or fighting a losing battle; we all allowed the creation of your world.
There are, I still believe, equal amounts of good to balance the bad. Just be very aware that there is a segment of the global population that was born into sex slavery, thinks life is a throw away commodity and cares even less about your life than they do about their own.
Protect yourself…. This Valentine’s day and EVERY day.