I’ve never worked the streets, but back in my wayward youth I earned a living in three different brothels and a fair number of sweaty hotel beds. So, naturally, I got to know a lot of cops, sometimes professionally, sometimes as opponents.
 
We had a lot in common. Neither whores nor cops have friends outside the profession. Each is a separate, distinct, paranoid, suspicious clan — a guarded, secret, hidden sub-culture. Both whores and cops have values that set them apart from the rest of society, define how to behave, how to dress, who to trust, what to believe in.

Both whores and cops get paid to hire themselves out in the service of others.

Cops use power, the awful power of the gun, to do their jobs. They sell protection, see themselves as the righteous thin, blue line that protects the lives and property of respectable people — those who have — from the less-than-respectable people who haven’t, but would like to have. Cops feel misunderstood and under-appreciated.

Whores, in turn, use power, the awful power of the pussy, to do their jobs. And whores, like cops sell protection. They see themselves as righteous, unfairly stigmatized outlaws who protect society from the violent, animal lusts of men who, if it isn’t for them, will undoubtedly murder and rape innocent wives, mothers and children. Like cops, whores feel misunderstood and under-appreciated.

Gun power and pussy power are brother and sister. So what will happen if society gives either cops or whores more freedom?

Cops with more freedom will naturally and instinctively become more authoritarian and aggressive. It’s in their nature, their training, their code, their DNA. The thin blue line will become thicker, more powerful, more and more eager to turn democracies into police states.
 
Whores with more freedom will come in from the outlaw cold, become normal, unafraid, tax-paying members of society. And as a result, some of the world’s most violent criminals who live off whores — particularly the Mafia, biker gangs and crooked cops — will lose millions of illegal dollars and eventually be forced out of business.

It’s simple. For a better world, tighten control of cops and free our scarlet sisters to do their thing in safety.


(Samantha Jones is a Canadian TV journalist who's written an erotic memoir available at www.lulu.com and Amazon.)
 
Cuba Libre 04/18/2009
 


It's a hell-hot night in the Sol Club Rio resort near Holguin on Cuba's north shore.

The master of ceremonies, dressed in a silly Hawaiian grass skirt and no shirt, bounces onto the stage to recorded music and announces in excellent English, French, Italian and Spanish that there will be games tonight. Not any games, he promises. Spectacular games. The finest games anyone, anywhere, has ever played.

He laughs at the extravagant promises and shakes his ageing hips to the music and the young women in similarly silly Hawaiian skirts who are his backup group laugh with him and they prance together for the tourists who pay to watch.

Much later that evening I share excellent rum with the master of ceremonies who is Enrique, has a couple of master's degrees and is professor of philosophy at the local university by day. He works from eight in the morning at the university to somewhere around midnight when the resort bus drives him home to his wife and family.

I ask him why he does the two jobs. "I earn three times as much making a fool of myself for tourists as I do teaching philosophy." He shrugs. "It's because of the American boycott."

Why hasn't Cuba simply become a capitalist democracy like the Americans have demanded for some 40 years?

"Once we open Cuba up like a normal democracy, the Americans invade us. Not with guns. With money. We do that at midnight tonight and by dawn tomorrow the Americans buy the whole island. Everything. We are so poor and they are so rich. We'll be back where we started under Batista. We'll be an American brothel again."

Enrique smiles sadly. "It is a matter of saving our souls" he says and shakes my hand and leaves to catch the bus to take him home to his wife and family.


(Samantha Jones is a Canadian journalist publishing her erotic memoir at www.lulu.com)