Sunday, May 27, 2012
How to Earn Respect at a New Pub
Had enough of clubs and their ridiculously crowded
couches that happen to be placed in the middle of
the dance floor?
Maybe it's time to explore a new venue, where the
vibe tends to
be more positive and the clientele more
social.
Now would be a good opportunity to begin your pub
career.
But, be warned, this is no casual decision.
Before you choose a pub that you will want to call
your new watering hole, you should first be certain
that it's the right pub for you. Much like any other
business out there, just because it's a pub doesn't
mean that it's a good one.
So, dedicate a day to yourself to check out and
research some pubs around your area, and see which
one seems to fit best.
Once you've got a general idea, the next step is to
consider the importance of a first impression. This
pub will, after all, become your second home.
Now, if you want to be just some background
layabout, so be it. However, if you want to make a
difference and actually be the one to bring some
class to the establishment, then read on.
The following guidelines will bring classiness and
respect to any pub you frequent:
- Suit up. If it's a hot summer day, then vest up.
Ladies, wear a dress that has a single, solid colour.
- Wear a cap or fedora of some sort. If you're
adamantly against wearing a hat, then you can skip
this step, but my nugget of advice is to at least try it
out before you write off the idea.
- Women, wear fancy black or white gloves. Men will
immediately respect you, and the ladies may be a
tad jealous of your style.
- Order a pint of Guinness. If they don't have it on
tap, walk out.
- An alternative to Guinness for those that aren't fans
of beer: Scotch. Or a gin and tonic.
- Look the bartender/waitress in the eye when
ordering a drink. Nothing exudes more confidence
than a patron who knows what he/she likes to drink.
- Don't sit at a table. Find a stool or lean by the bar.
Your body language should be able to portray that
you're open for a conversation.
- When ordering your drinks, open up a tab.
Repeatedly scrambling for your wallet/purse reduces
your mystique.
- Just order one drink at a time. A swarm of drinks in
your area is a class killer.
- Refrain from ordering any food. Being in a suit while
mowing down on chicken wings is like going to a
funeral in shorts: it just isn't respected.
- While sipping your drink, don't lean your head down
too much; try to fixate your eyes on one object. For
example, a ravishing bottle of gin behind the bar. A
wandering eye would make you seem like a person
who's always uncertain.
- During a potential conversation, keep your answers
short (you WILL be asked questions) and your
dialogue assertive. Being boisterous is typically not
welcomed in this situation.
- If you need to head to the gentlemen's (or ladies')
quarters, be sure to finish your drink before you go.
- Turn your cell phone off. You can live without
texting for a few hours.
- Finally, leave a respectable tip for your server at the
end of the night.
Follow these rules and the next time you decide to
make an appearance at the pub, fellow customers
and staff alike will give you the respectful nod that
you have earned.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Learning Chinese has become a headache of most of their thing
become a headache of most of their things. It seems
that Chinese tone and characters are the difficult
problems. Well, what in the world makes Chinese so
difficult to learn?
First of all, the way of writing is miraculous.
The reason why Chinese character is so difficult to
learn is that there are too many chrarcters for us to
learn and it is a absolute fact.
Also, the way of spelling Chinese characters is
irregular.That is to say,if we cannot get any obvious
semantic mentoin from the combinations of the
Chinese characters, or there is no useful component
in it ,we will thoroughly forget how to write the
character.
Second, we can't express the meaning according to
the alphabetical order in the popular sense.
The reason why English is very easy to learn is that if
we can know the 26 letters well, we will master the
way of writing English,and we can write it from left to
right along the horizontal direction and from one side
of the paper to another.
In comparison,though there are also some common
components in the combination of the characters ,
we cannot find the corresponding letters.
We can say that the compositon of the Chinese
characters PianBang radical is arranged in two
directions, different from the ranking order of the
letters,which looks very tidy.
Third, it is very complex to look up the characters in
a dictionary.
One of the most confusing difficulties in learning
Chinese is that it will cost the entire semester learing
time in a Secretary School to learn how to look up
something in a dictionary.
Chinese must be the language that is one of the
most skilled in using the dictionary.Because the
varieties of dictionaries are in a great number.
Fourth, there is also the ancient Chinese in the
modern Chinese.
The ancient Chinese indeed contains the variety of
keyhole report in the palace which has been
accumulated over millennia. The words it used were
very concise and succinct and they were like the
code. These words were appropriate for those who
were the natural knowledge elite. Those people knew
very clearly about all the things of literature.
Fifth, (Romanesque) schemes of Pinyin are too
many and they are exhausting.
Maybe it hears a bit harsh, but schemes of Chinese
spelling are indeed so many.Moreover, most of these
spelling schemes are either advocated by the Text
Committee or by linguists. What's more, they are
advocated by the Text Committee which is made up
of those linguists.
Sixth, the tone of Chinese is rare and odd.
In the process of learning Chinese language, we
often hear many people complaining about the tone.
It is also the most frightening part of learning
Chinese for the foreigners in the West. The difficulty
of learning Chinese tone is known all over the world.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
When a female has penetrative sex for the first time, it hurts a lot. Right?
time, it hurts a lot. Right?
That's what society tells us. Hell, even the sex ed
taught in schools warn us about it.
Sorry, but fuck that. In no way should sex ever be
truly painful, for a woman or for a man. Maybe it's a
scare tactic used to prevent young girls from having
sex "too early," or a remnant of olden times where
sex was usually the male thrusting his penis into the
young girl without any foreplay or anything before it.
Either way, this way of thinking seriously needs to
change.
Girls grow up fearing sex, knowing it's going to be
extremely painful. Men continue to push through
painful sex with their female partners, thinking it's
"normal," and after a few times it will start feeling
better for her. People believe it's just that they have
to break through the hymen, and that's what's
causing all the pain.
The number of individuals who believe the hymen is
located inside the vagina is astonishing. By now you
would think it would be common knowledge that the
hymen is more of an outer covering of the vaginal
opening than something that resides deep within the
vagina. Most women have already broken their
hymen by the time they get to sexual play. Whether
it's through sports or from using tampons, most
hymens break easily. If a hymen is actually difficult
to break through, that woman should be going to her
doctor and having it removed without having to
experience any pain at all.
Most people aren't taught the importance of a
woman being aroused, wet, relaxed and warmed up
from lots of foreplay before attempting to have sex,
especially for the first time. I can't tell you how many
emails I've gotten from distressed females and their
partners about how they can't get a penis inside, yet
never even thought to engage in fingering and other
important foreplay acts beforehand.
What terrifies me even more is how so many women
who experience pain with only one finger inside still
go and try to fit a penis in their vagina. If one finger
hurts, in no way should you be progressing onto
penetrative sex with a penis.
The most common medical condition that causes this
pain is vaginismus. Basically, it's when the vaginal
muscles involuntarily tighten up. With the vaginal
walls squeezing shut, trying to push anything inside
can be incredibly painful, no matter how wet and
turned on the woman may be.
Cases range from very mild to severe. The mild ones
usually require the woman being more comfortable,
finding ways to get rid of her "nerves," and learning
how to relax. This is usually done with extended
foreplay sessions and building up a lot of trust with
her partner. It often has a lot to do with
understanding that sex shouldn't be painful, and
there's nothing to worry about.
This form of vaginismus is one of the main reasons
for sex being so painful on a girl's first time. They
anticipate the pain, and it becomes a self-fulfilling
prophecy. The more extreme cases, however take a
lot more work to get over. Dilators are frequently
used, where she inserts specialized dildos of different
sizes (at an incredibly slow pace) over time. Physical
therapy, pelvic floor exercises and other medical
interventions may be required as well.
Vaginismus iscurable, no matter how bad the case.
But it takes going to a knowledgeable doctor and
learning how to go about fixing it.
Other things that may cause vaginal pain are using
lubes containing parabens, glycol and glycerine,
being allergic to latex condoms or even the male's
semen. You may also have an actual medical
condition, like vulvodynia, a deviated vagina,
infection, cystitis, or a whole range of other medical
possibilities.
This is why having a good gynaecologist who has
actually learned about sexual pain is so important.
Unfortunately, the majority of doctors are not aware
of the scope of female sexual pain. Many women are
sent away with the doctor telling them it's all in their
head and they just need to relax.
If this ever happens to you, never take that as your
answer. You should never just grit your teeth and
suck the pain up. Sex is meant to be pleasurable, not
painful. Well, not unless it's consensual, intentional
pain, like in BDSM play! That's when it's okay.
So long story short? Sex should never be painful on
your first time. Uncomfortable, sure. Most women
who have sex for the first time have never used toys
inside them. So the vaginal walls end up stretching
more than they have before, which causes micro-
tears, which causes the bleeding and discomfort. The
hymen may have already been broken, but it also
stretches out further than before, which adds to the
aching.
Women shouldn't be having sex until they've been
fingered comfortably with at least 2-3 fingers. What
would be even better is if they went out and bought
one or two toys that were a size or two smaller than
their partner's penis, so they could slowly lead up to
penetrative sex. It's all about spending a lot of time
on foreplay, being comfortable with your partner,
being wet enough and relaxed, and gradually
working your way up to your partner's penis size.
Then you can enjoy fantastic, pain free, incredibly
pleasurable, satisfying and fun sex!
I am a sex worker
"So what do you do?" is a question I used to get asked a lot at the pub in London. Generally, I sized the person up and decided how far up the exposure scale I wanted to go. (If you're curious, my answers, from least to most intimate, are blogger, sex blogger, sex therapist, dominatrix/escort, and kinky queer interactive sex therapist.) Usually I'd go all the way and say that I did hands-on sex therapy with an emphasis on kink and exploring sexual arousal, while offering a GFE; and they'd look at me blankly, so I'd laugh and say, "I'm a queer dominatrix-slash-hooker with a psychology degree."
Then I'd get the "o" of surprise, often closely followed by them sobbing into their pint and telling me that their girlfriend never orgasms anymore. They're a tightly wound bunch, the Brits. Thankfully, I rarely got the "oh, that's terrible you have to do that!" or the rescuer-type scenario.
In San Francisco it's a little bit different. I know a lot of people who are sex workers, so it's not terribly rare for my being a prostitute to warrant simply a nod. But a lack of variety in the sex workers seen in the media can also lead to me being treated suddenly like a rare species: "Oh!" some well-meaning partygoer might say, waving a friend over. "This girl is..." -- and her voice drops to a stage whisper -- "a prostitute!" I sometimes feel like the novelty friend, the one invited so that the others have something to talk about. I'm generally asked to comment on trafficking (by which they almost always mean sex trafficking, to the detriment of any other kind). Maybe I get another few questions, like, "What's the weirdest thing you've ever done?"
It's not long till I drop the ultimate bombshell: that I have a fiancé, Mike.
That's when things really pick up, almost always starting with the incredulous question, "And he lets you do this kind of work?" After patiently explaining that, given that I am a woman in 2012, no one "lets" me do anything, I find myself often answering the same questions, over and over again, about my queerness, about my work, about his feelings on it. At first it really surprised me; was the idea of being a prostitute with a life partner really such a novelty?
Then I started watching depictions of sex workers in the media. Pretty Woman. Memoirs of a Geisha. Firefly. The Girlfriend Experience. Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Moulin Rouge. I began to see a trend: The media says that if you are a person in the sex industry, even one who consensually entered sex work, you will always have to make a choice between love and work. Sex workers, you see, cannot afford to love. Cue dramatic music and wistful looks into the long distance.
I say that's crap. Can't afford to love? Says who? On my budget I can afford to do the love boogie more than most! Romancin' and livin' costs money, whatever the propaganda says, and with each client I see, I build up expendable income that offers me the luxury of treating my lover to a night out or a weekend away, as well as paying my rent and giving me free time to, say, write about how ridiculous these stereotypes are. I have privilege, too, which means I can work only a few times a month and have enough money to afford plenty of free time to cavort.
Ah, but that's not the sort of "affording" they mean. They mean emotionally. Anyone who has sexually charged encounters for money, especially if they involve that deified thing called intercourse, must not be emotionally available for anyone else, sez the media. At least, that's what is implied: If your body is "for sale," after all, you can't afford to "lose your heart," right?
But see, my heart isn't something I lose. I don't misplace it, like I do my keys or occasionally my wallet. It's also not something I give away. Love is something I enter into with hope and a contract, with stated boundaries, agreements, and a certain amount of sense. Sometimes I wonder if I'm losing out by not being as giddy and starry-eyed as rom-coms say I should be, but I have enough experience to suspect that starry-eyed tends to end badly when not tempered with discussing how to deal with the hard and serious stuff like reproductive rights and thoughts on queer politics.
Just as my heart isn't something I lose, my body isn't something I sell. I rent my experience out as a service provider. No one suggests that masseuses can't afford to love, or acupuncturists, or therapists, and what they're offering is intimate in nature, as well, in different ways. I'm offering my skills in relationships, sexuality, and kink, skills I spent time developing. I'm offering someone who will talk about sex with you and communicate clearly and effectively, and, with any luck, some of that will rub off on you.
Simply because you may have an orgasm in my presence and you pay me for it doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to love people or be loved. That's absurd. But you'll hear that idea everywhere, including and especially in the comments of articles on sex work; there's almost always a chorus of people saying how I should love myself and leave the business so I can settle down. Because, you know, obviously that's what every woman wants to do, right?
Thinking on what I could speak to on this topic, I decided I'm going to go through five questions about being in a relationships while also being a sex worker. Full disclosure: I speak as someone who has various advantages: I work indoors; I'm white and pass for middle-class; I'm nonmonogamous and queer, so I'm wired for alternative relationships; and I live in an area supportive of alternative relationships. I don't know what it's like for street workers, or people of colour, or straight people, or monogamous folk, though I would encourage you ask them, if they're willing to discuss it with you and you're able to just listen. These are just the questions I, as a white, middle-class, indoor escort, get on a regular basis, specifically about being in a relationship while having sex for money. If you're curious about other questions we hear all the time, Uppity Whores has a great video, and Scarlet Alliance has another with advice from sex workers if you are the potential or current partner of one.
1. "Your partner lets you do sex work?"
Usually people say this, I think, because they can't imagine being OK with their lover doing sex work. Maybe they're concerned about safety: STIs, for example, or violence. Maybe they're worried about the social stigma (not just yours, but the stigma against your partner). Maybe it's a jealousy thing: How could you "share" someone you care about? They're not generally thinking about how completely outdated the idea that my male sweetie "lets" me have the career of my choice is; amazingly, he "allows" me free will.
The reason it works for us is because we communicate. A lot. We get tested far more often than the average person (I aim for every three months), we stay up on safe-sex techniques, and we talk about our relationship worries and what we need from each other. Because I have a few people I can really trust, my partner knows I have safety measures in place: I check out my clients in advance, and someone always knows where I am and for how long I'm supposed to be there. Emotionally, I can come home and talk about having had a hard day, and I know he won't tell me I should just quit then or some other unsupportive thing that doesn't acknowledge the various financial and social advantages of me being a sex worker. Mike doesn't try to "fix me" but gives me space to have a hard time -- something I could expect with any other job.
On the other hand, I have had partners who expected that once the relationship got serious enough, I would stop doing sex work. I've done other work in the past -- marketing, mostly -- and I have to say, if I need to be making money, I'm likely to do it via the sex industry. I like having free time and being my own boss way too much! Having someone you love turn and ask you to quit your career can be incredibly difficult.
2. "Are you horny all the time?"
This question has a few variations. I've also heard a knowing "ah, lucky boy, he gets it for free then, eh?" with a wink. No, I'm not horny all the time. I have a relationship to sex that works well for me: I enjoy it, I don't feel the need to have it to prove my feelings, I don't actively pursue it. If it's on offer, I'm typically game, but I'm not twitching for it, either.
This can actually be an issue, this assumption that being in the sex industry means you're erotically charged nonstop. I have an ex who wanted to have sex all the time and expected me to express my confidence through sexual acting out. When I said no, she told me huffily that she bought me nice dinners, so I should put out. I informed her that if she wanted me to have sex when it was convenient for her, she could book me as a client like anyone else. She was not the first to assume that having sex for money in my professional life must mean that I'm always sexually available. But I'm not rubbing one out every spare moment; I'm reading political science books and watching documentaries. Sorry to disappoint.
It's not always easy being a sex worker with a lover at home. If you have a really demanding client, you might want to just go home and play on the computer alone, or you might want to snuggle. Sometimes sex seems really trite. It can change from day to day. Sometimes I come back from a client and I'm really horny; other times I don't want to be touched. None of it is personal. I want my partner to respect that my needs are variable and unpredictable; I do my best to communicate them, but I want him to do his best to honour them and communicate his own needs. I don't think that's really any different from a stressful day of any other kind of work, except that I've definitely had partners who assume that because I'm a sex worker, I'm up for sex whenever they are. It can feel very coercive, and difficult to find people who understand.
3. "What do you tell their family/friends?"
This might be one of the hardest things about having a partner when you're a sex worker. I haven't been closeted for a long while, and I hate being forced back in there. But it's not always safe to be out as a sex worker when there is a very real risk of violence and a lack of legal protection, so often sex workers have a more socially acceptable job of choice on call for family and friends of their partner. "Massage therapist," "personal assistant," and "personal trainer" are all façades I've heard used in the past.
Sometimes, you're not lying to friends and family, because some partners won't even introduce you in the first place. I dated a guy and eventually realized that we never hung out with his friends or made plans to see his family. He was afraid that not only would I say I was a prostitute but I'd say we met at work -- something that was true (he had been a client of mine) and not an issue among my friends, but it would have meant admitting to his friends and family that he was a john and risk being shunned. It was painful to feel like I had to pretend to be something I wasn't and be afraid of being outed accidentally. Worse than that, though, is that sex work can come up in conversation and you can't say anything. People will loudly discuss how all prostitutes are drug-addicted, pimp-controlled streetwalkers, and you can really only cringe and say nothing or risk upsetting your partner.
I now only date people with whom I can be out and who aren't ashamed to be seen with me as the lover of a sex worker. My fiancé has appeared in documentaries at my side, something I find hugely gratifying. It's nice to know Mike has my back, and that we're fighting stigma side by side and hand in hand.
4. "Doesn't being a sex worker make sex with a partner less intimate?"
If you work at a day care, do you love your own children less? What a strange question. No, the fact that some of the sex I have is a clear exchange of resources doesn't make the sex I have with Mike less intimate or valuable. The sex I have professionally is, on some level, performative. It's about me giving the client an enjoyable time. I am paid to be GGG ("good, giving, and game," though of course I have limitations), and I may or may not ever see the client again. I am aware during sex work that I should try to look good while we engage each other: arching my back, with perfect makeup and stockings without ladders. While many clients genuinely want me to enjoy myself, ultimately they want an orgasm at the end; there's a goal in sight that my fiancé and I are less likely to set.
Additionally, when I am booked, I am generally expected to be heterosexual. I'm pretty loudly queer, and prefer other queers sexually; fluidity in role is fun for me. But the majority of clients, particularly in the U.S., are heterosexual men wanting to be with a heterosexual or, for the adventurous, heteroflexible women. In my private life we can switch back and forth around who penetrates whom, we can play with gender, and we can get messy and experimental.
It's like cooking, I guess, for me. I really enjoy going to a professional chef and eating from their menu something they've crafted, perfected, and present to many, many people. I know it'll be delicious, right? But it's not the same as homemade cooking, which may not be as fancy but is made with love and a sense of adventure; you might try new things at home, while if you were a professional chef, you might not mess around with the recipes you know work. One style of cooking is no better or worse than the other; they're just different.
5. "Doesn't he get jealous?"
Sure, we both do. Sometimes he gets to go do something fun while I have to go to work. Other times my work means I get to be paid to do something really nifty, like get interviewed for a documentary or present a workshop. Who doesn't get jealous when their partner gets to "have all the fun"?
But if we mean jealous of the sex, not usually. Mike and I talk pretty regularly about the work I'm doing, and we have little check-in rituals. Now that he's starting to do some sexual performance himself, it's becoming a little more equal. Work sex is not threatening for us. We have an open relationship, and dating other people can feel threatening sometimes, but because the boundaries are so clear within the sex industry, it tends to feel safe. And we generally have certain pet names or sex acts that are just between us, which creates a sense of closeness.
In summary, yes, sex workers date. It's not always easy, but that's not the fault of the work as much as it's the fault of a lack of support, socially, for sex work being a job. We're not all nymphos, or unable to feel, or anything like that; prostitutes are a variety of people, with a variety of experiences, and we deserve the happiness that can be found in love as much as anyone else. Some of us want to get married. Some of us want to raise kids. Some of us want white picket fences. Just like accountants. Or fast food workers. Or any other profession.
"So what do you do?" is a question I used to get asked a lot at the pub in London. Generally, I sized the person up and decided how far up the exposure scale I wanted to go. (If you're curious, my answers, from least to most intimate, are blogger, sex blogger, sex therapist, dominatrix/escort, and kinky queer interactive sex therapist.) Usually I'd go all the way and say that I did hands-on sex therapy with an emphasis on kink and exploring sexual arousal, while offering a GFE; and they'd look at me blankly, so I'd laugh and say, "I'm a queer dominatrix-slash-hooker with a psychology degree."
Then I'd get the "o" of surprise, often closely followed by them sobbing into their pint and telling me that their girlfriend never orgasms anymore. They're a tightly wound bunch, the Brits. Thankfully, I rarely got the "oh, that's terrible you have to do that!" or the rescuer-type scenario.
In San Francisco it's a little bit different. I know a lot of people who are sex workers, so it's not terribly rare for my being a prostitute to warrant simply a nod. But a lack of variety in the sex workers seen in the media can also lead to me being treated suddenly like a rare species: "Oh!" some well-meaning partygoer might say, waving a friend over. "This girl is..." -- and her voice drops to a stage whisper -- "a prostitute!" I sometimes feel like the novelty friend, the one invited so that the others have something to talk about. I'm generally asked to comment on trafficking (by which they almost always mean sex trafficking, to the detriment of any other kind). Maybe I get another few questions, like, "What's the weirdest thing you've ever done?"
It's not long till I drop the ultimate bombshell: that I have a fiancé, Mike.
That's when things really pick up, almost always starting with the incredulous question, "And he lets you do this kind of work?" After patiently explaining that, given that I am a woman in 2012, no one "lets" me do anything, I find myself often answering the same questions, over and over again, about my queerness, about my work, about his feelings on it. At first it really surprised me; was the idea of being a prostitute with a life partner really such a novelty?
Then I started watching depictions of sex workers in the media. Pretty Woman. Memoirs of a Geisha. Firefly. The Girlfriend Experience. Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Moulin Rouge. I began to see a trend: The media says that if you are a person in the sex industry, even one who consensually entered sex work, you will always have to make a choice between love and work. Sex workers, you see, cannot afford to love. Cue dramatic music and wistful looks into the long distance.
I say that's crap. Can't afford to love? Says who? On my budget I can afford to do the love boogie more than most! Romancin' and livin' costs money, whatever the propaganda says, and with each client I see, I build up expendable income that offers me the luxury of treating my lover to a night out or a weekend away, as well as paying my rent and giving me free time to, say, write about how ridiculous these stereotypes are. I have privilege, too, which means I can work only a few times a month and have enough money to afford plenty of free time to cavort.
Ah, but that's not the sort of "affording" they mean. They mean emotionally. Anyone who has sexually charged encounters for money, especially if they involve that deified thing called intercourse, must not be emotionally available for anyone else, sez the media. At least, that's what is implied: If your body is "for sale," after all, you can't afford to "lose your heart," right?
But see, my heart isn't something I lose. I don't misplace it, like I do my keys or occasionally my wallet. It's also not something I give away. Love is something I enter into with hope and a contract, with stated boundaries, agreements, and a certain amount of sense. Sometimes I wonder if I'm losing out by not being as giddy and starry-eyed as rom-coms say I should be, but I have enough experience to suspect that starry-eyed tends to end badly when not tempered with discussing how to deal with the hard and serious stuff like reproductive rights and thoughts on queer politics.
Just as my heart isn't something I lose, my body isn't something I sell. I rent my experience out as a service provider. No one suggests that masseuses can't afford to love, or acupuncturists, or therapists, and what they're offering is intimate in nature, as well, in different ways. I'm offering my skills in relationships, sexuality, and kink, skills I spent time developing. I'm offering someone who will talk about sex with you and communicate clearly and effectively, and, with any luck, some of that will rub off on you.
Simply because you may have an orgasm in my presence and you pay me for it doesn't mean I'm suddenly unable to love people or be loved. That's absurd. But you'll hear that idea everywhere, including and especially in the comments of articles on sex work; there's almost always a chorus of people saying how I should love myself and leave the business so I can settle down. Because, you know, obviously that's what every woman wants to do, right?
Thinking on what I could speak to on this topic, I decided I'm going to go through five questions about being in a relationships while also being a sex worker. Full disclosure: I speak as someone who has various advantages: I work indoors; I'm white and pass for middle-class; I'm nonmonogamous and queer, so I'm wired for alternative relationships; and I live in an area supportive of alternative relationships. I don't know what it's like for street workers, or people of colour, or straight people, or monogamous folk, though I would encourage you ask them, if they're willing to discuss it with you and you're able to just listen. These are just the questions I, as a white, middle-class, indoor escort, get on a regular basis, specifically about being in a relationship while having sex for money. If you're curious about other questions we hear all the time, Uppity Whores has a great video, and Scarlet Alliance has another with advice from sex workers if you are the potential or current partner of one.
1. "Your partner lets you do sex work?"
Usually people say this, I think, because they can't imagine being OK with their lover doing sex work. Maybe they're concerned about safety: STIs, for example, or violence. Maybe they're worried about the social stigma (not just yours, but the stigma against your partner). Maybe it's a jealousy thing: How could you "share" someone you care about? They're not generally thinking about how completely outdated the idea that my male sweetie "lets" me have the career of my choice is; amazingly, he "allows" me free will.
The reason it works for us is because we communicate. A lot. We get tested far more often than the average person (I aim for every three months), we stay up on safe-sex techniques, and we talk about our relationship worries and what we need from each other. Because I have a few people I can really trust, my partner knows I have safety measures in place: I check out my clients in advance, and someone always knows where I am and for how long I'm supposed to be there. Emotionally, I can come home and talk about having had a hard day, and I know he won't tell me I should just quit then or some other unsupportive thing that doesn't acknowledge the various financial and social advantages of me being a sex worker. Mike doesn't try to "fix me" but gives me space to have a hard time -- something I could expect with any other job.
On the other hand, I have had partners who expected that once the relationship got serious enough, I would stop doing sex work. I've done other work in the past -- marketing, mostly -- and I have to say, if I need to be making money, I'm likely to do it via the sex industry. I like having free time and being my own boss way too much! Having someone you love turn and ask you to quit your career can be incredibly difficult.
2. "Are you horny all the time?"
This question has a few variations. I've also heard a knowing "ah, lucky boy, he gets it for free then, eh?" with a wink. No, I'm not horny all the time. I have a relationship to sex that works well for me: I enjoy it, I don't feel the need to have it to prove my feelings, I don't actively pursue it. If it's on offer, I'm typically game, but I'm not twitching for it, either.
This can actually be an issue, this assumption that being in the sex industry means you're erotically charged nonstop. I have an ex who wanted to have sex all the time and expected me to express my confidence through sexual acting out. When I said no, she told me huffily that she bought me nice dinners, so I should put out. I informed her that if she wanted me to have sex when it was convenient for her, she could book me as a client like anyone else. She was not the first to assume that having sex for money in my professional life must mean that I'm always sexually available. But I'm not rubbing one out every spare moment; I'm reading political science books and watching documentaries. Sorry to disappoint.
It's not always easy being a sex worker with a lover at home. If you have a really demanding client, you might want to just go home and play on the computer alone, or you might want to snuggle. Sometimes sex seems really trite. It can change from day to day. Sometimes I come back from a client and I'm really horny; other times I don't want to be touched. None of it is personal. I want my partner to respect that my needs are variable and unpredictable; I do my best to communicate them, but I want him to do his best to honour them and communicate his own needs. I don't think that's really any different from a stressful day of any other kind of work, except that I've definitely had partners who assume that because I'm a sex worker, I'm up for sex whenever they are. It can feel very coercive, and difficult to find people who understand.
3. "What do you tell their family/friends?"
This might be one of the hardest things about having a partner when you're a sex worker. I haven't been closeted for a long while, and I hate being forced back in there. But it's not always safe to be out as a sex worker when there is a very real risk of violence and a lack of legal protection, so often sex workers have a more socially acceptable job of choice on call for family and friends of their partner. "Massage therapist," "personal assistant," and "personal trainer" are all façades I've heard used in the past.
Sometimes, you're not lying to friends and family, because some partners won't even introduce you in the first place. I dated a guy and eventually realized that we never hung out with his friends or made plans to see his family. He was afraid that not only would I say I was a prostitute but I'd say we met at work -- something that was true (he had been a client of mine) and not an issue among my friends, but it would have meant admitting to his friends and family that he was a john and risk being shunned. It was painful to feel like I had to pretend to be something I wasn't and be afraid of being outed accidentally. Worse than that, though, is that sex work can come up in conversation and you can't say anything. People will loudly discuss how all prostitutes are drug-addicted, pimp-controlled streetwalkers, and you can really only cringe and say nothing or risk upsetting your partner.
I now only date people with whom I can be out and who aren't ashamed to be seen with me as the lover of a sex worker. My fiancé has appeared in documentaries at my side, something I find hugely gratifying. It's nice to know Mike has my back, and that we're fighting stigma side by side and hand in hand.
4. "Doesn't being a sex worker make sex with a partner less intimate?"
If you work at a day care, do you love your own children less? What a strange question. No, the fact that some of the sex I have is a clear exchange of resources doesn't make the sex I have with Mike less intimate or valuable. The sex I have professionally is, on some level, performative. It's about me giving the client an enjoyable time. I am paid to be GGG ("good, giving, and game," though of course I have limitations), and I may or may not ever see the client again. I am aware during sex work that I should try to look good while we engage each other: arching my back, with perfect makeup and stockings without ladders. While many clients genuinely want me to enjoy myself, ultimately they want an orgasm at the end; there's a goal in sight that my fiancé and I are less likely to set.
Additionally, when I am booked, I am generally expected to be heterosexual. I'm pretty loudly queer, and prefer other queers sexually; fluidity in role is fun for me. But the majority of clients, particularly in the U.S., are heterosexual men wanting to be with a heterosexual or, for the adventurous, heteroflexible women. In my private life we can switch back and forth around who penetrates whom, we can play with gender, and we can get messy and experimental.
It's like cooking, I guess, for me. I really enjoy going to a professional chef and eating from their menu something they've crafted, perfected, and present to many, many people. I know it'll be delicious, right? But it's not the same as homemade cooking, which may not be as fancy but is made with love and a sense of adventure; you might try new things at home, while if you were a professional chef, you might not mess around with the recipes you know work. One style of cooking is no better or worse than the other; they're just different.
5. "Doesn't he get jealous?"
Sure, we both do. Sometimes he gets to go do something fun while I have to go to work. Other times my work means I get to be paid to do something really nifty, like get interviewed for a documentary or present a workshop. Who doesn't get jealous when their partner gets to "have all the fun"?
But if we mean jealous of the sex, not usually. Mike and I talk pretty regularly about the work I'm doing, and we have little check-in rituals. Now that he's starting to do some sexual performance himself, it's becoming a little more equal. Work sex is not threatening for us. We have an open relationship, and dating other people can feel threatening sometimes, but because the boundaries are so clear within the sex industry, it tends to feel safe. And we generally have certain pet names or sex acts that are just between us, which creates a sense of closeness.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
In the old city of Jerusalem, \weeping wall\, the one Israel female soldiers to participate in national day of mourning in commemoration ceremonies. Every year Israel independence day is a national day of mourning a few days ago, set up a statutory purpose
?United Kingdom Surrey (Surrey) students in 2012, in Surrey, Colin wood school (Collingwood College) 1800 square meter large playground make up a huge London Olympic logo, eagerly looking forward to the Olympics comes to expression.
?On May 21, the two actors performing acrobatics.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
?China's aircraft carrier \in the cold war era\
?Blacklist of Internet celebrity popular style
?Being abducted crew was beaten nakedness fishing supplies are qiangguang
?Yu Ying Yang comeback later, became a major TV station of Xiang Bobo
?Italy survival sex workers of Nigeria (map)
?Japan self defense forces soldiers out in the field of training gaps lost rifle bayonet
Sunday, May 20, 2012
PLL05 120mm Self-Propelled Mortar-Howitzer
PLL05 120mm Self-Propelled Mortar-Howitzer
The PLL05 (or Type 05) is the self-propelled mortar-howitzer system based on a WZ551 6X6 wheeled chassis. The system combines features of the conventional mortar and the howitzer, firing projectiles at both short-range, high-arcing ballistic trajectories and longer-range, less steep ballistic trajectories for indirect fire. The PLL05 has been equipped by the 127th Light Mechanised Infantry Division of the 54th Group Army since 2008. A track-based version of the system is currently in development.
Programme
The concept of mortar-howitzer was first developed by Russia on the 2S9 NONA-S 120mm tracked SP artillery system, which entered service with the Russian Army in 1981. The same artillery system was later adopted by the 8X8 wheel-based 2S23 NONA-SVK. Although neither system has been exported, China may have managed to obtained an example from a third country in the 1980s and developed its own mortar-howitzer system based on the Russian design. The PLL05 was said to be superior to the 2S9/2S23 in range.
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The Chinese-designed mortar-howitzer system was first revealed by the NORINCO for the export market in 2001, but the system did not receive any order. An improved variant with a redesigned turret was adopted by the PLA under the designation PLL05. The artillery system can be found in the artillery regiment organic to a light (wheel-based) mechanised infantry division, with 18 vehicles organised into a mortar-howitzer battalion.
Design
The PLL05 uses a 6X6 wheeled chassis derived from the ZSL92/WZ551 armoured personnel carrier (APC) with steeled hull. The combat weight is 16.5 tonnes, enabling the vehicle to be airlifted by a Y-8-sized transport aircraft. A crew of four (commander, driver, gunner, and loader) are protected inside the hull with collective NBC protection system.
Armaments
The main armament is a 120mm rifled gun, with no muzzle break or fume extractor. The gun has an elevation range of -4°~+80°, and an azimuth range of 360° (in contrast to the +/-35° azimuth range of the 2S23). The maximum range is 9.5km when firing the howitzer projectile, 8.5km when firing the mortar projectile, and 1.2km when firing the HEAT projectile. The artillery could also fire the rocket-assisted mortar projectile, which has a maximum range of 12.8km. The artillery is capable of both in-direct and direct firing. Fire accuracy is attained by a fire-control system, which allows three aiming methods: automatic, semi-automatic, and manual.
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While the 2S9/2S23 is manually loaded, the PLL05 is equipped with a semi-automatic loader, which gives a rate of fire of 6~8 rounds/minute (howitzer projectile), 10 rounds/minute (mortar projectile), and 4~6 rounds/minute (HE-AT projectile). The turret is fitted with a cylinder-shape electro-optical device, which may allows the use of smart ammunitions like the Russian KBP Gran laser-guided mortar round. 36 rounds are carried inside the turret and hull.
Secondary weapon includes a Type 85 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the commander copula. There are two sets of smoke grenade launchers in group of three, with one fitted on each side of the turret.
Propulsion
The vehicle is powered by a BF8L413F 4-stroke, 8-cylinder, turbo-charged, air-cooled diesel engine, which produces a standard power of 235kW (320hp) at 2,500rpm. The vehicle is capable of a maximum speed of 85km/h on paved road and 8km/h when afloat. Two propellers are fitted at the rear of the vehicle for swimming.
News of the situation in the South China Sea: the Philippines from the Huangyan Island town of the surge
When reporters arrived at the town 10 kilometers outside case of a large number of soldiers is marching training. Wearing a gray camouflage uniform, each wearing a hat has a number. That everyone is equipped with M16 assault rifles and M14 automatic rifles, plus carrying a heavy backpack, an equipment weighing 20 kg. When reporters near the camera, the soldiers unceremoniously looked up and down reporters. "You want to die, sir?" A soldier, suddenly before the situation said the atmosphere of immediate tension, followed by another soldier, said in Mandarin: "Hello!" When the reporter to produce documents, the soldier's attitude Caishao to ease .
The soldiers told reporters, they are in pairs, a small team of 30 consecutive 250 male to female ratio is 8 to 2. And their addition to marching five hours, the mountain camp also has a shooting and military deployment training.
A resident in the town of Masinloc retired infantry, local eight, the nineties have been barracks located in the mountains, about 1,000 soldiers, mainly from the army and police, when some villagers joined the army. The past, every four to six months there will be a squad soldiers to come to training, but since the Huangyan Island, the Philippines, confrontation last month and this month has two groups of soldiers into the camp, is obviously unusual, there have been many new faces.
In addition, in May 8th, the Japanese Self-Defense Forces chief of staff monitoring the Ministry (the equivalent of the Joint Chiefs of Staff) has issued a briefing, said the May 6 as early as 6:00, the Maritime Self Defense Force in Naha fifth aviation group belongs to the P-3C patrol machine found in the waters of Okinawa Island, about 650 kilometers southwest of type 052B destroyer two is southeast Pacific waters, the Chinese Navy type 054 frigate 2, and No. 998 Kunlun Mountains, the dock landing ship, a total of five ships of the formation. This is the Maritime Self Defense Force is the first direct contact with the Chinese Navy Type 052B destroyer and the Kunlun Mountains-class dock landing ship. In addition, 160 km southwest of the island of Okinawa, also confirmed the formation of the Chinese Navy carrier-based helicopter flight activities.
Chinese mainland last one driving the fighter aircraft of the Flying Tigers players.
He had wounded seven enemy aircraft shot down in the Sino-Japanese War and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea War, the history of China both shot down Japanese planes shot down one of the two pilots of the U.S. military aircraft.
He has participated in the founding ceremony of the fleet of aircraft, twice flying over Tiananmen Square.
He also has been sentenced to prison and put the "struggle", returning to his home for decades farmers.
August 2005, publication of the extraordinary life of an air combat veterans after the grant to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the victory of the Chinese People's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression gold medal.
Yan-week old yellowed photos, dressed in a flight suit, standing in front of the fighter propeller, overlooking the front - this is the posture of the Flying Tigers were a standard camera.
April 29 this year, 92-year-old Yan-Zhou died in Beijing.
The researchers said that he is "the last one to fly jets in mainland China Flying Tigers players.
However, after a very long time, his experience is not known.
Until September 2005, a news sensation in Rizhao City, Shandong Sun Village: 85-year-old farmer Yan-Zhou was invited to Zhongnanhai, to participate in the General Assembly to commemorate the 60th anniversary of the victory of the war.
A neighbor asked him: "Have you in the end is what?"
He did not answer. In the readme, he said: "I'm afraid they think I'm bragging."
Nobody knows, and he was the one driving the fighter aircraft of the Flying Tigers hero, and only knew he was a do crops and live players.
Junior army
Machine-gun fire bullets like raindrops fell on the front, many students were hit by shells, bloody
In 1936, the fate of the Yan-week change, cousin of the first visit.
Then served in the Army National Revolutionary Army 29 cousins Wang Zhongyi, from Beijing back to the sunshine to visit relatives, passing Qingdao, made a special trip to visit Yan-Zhou. At that time, the 17-year-old in Qingdao, a shop to do man.
"He was dressed in a gray military uniform, Department armed with sword hanging pedal riding boots ... Pomp, Pompous ... Therefore, I wanted to join the army do everything possible to find opportunities to change my life." Yan-Zhou recalled in his autobiography.
Soon brother encumbered, he entered a military training mission, when he was only thinking "can no longer facing the loess back into the air, you are useless".
In 1937, the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, anti-Japanese war broke out, to participate in the anti-Japanese fighting Yan-Zhou aware of this is different from the past, write letters home to inform parents, "I would rather be killed ghost, not conquered" as will go to the testament of the battlefield.
In battle, he heard the rumble of the position in front of tanks to see the machine-gun fire bullets like raindrops fell on the front, many students were hit by shells, badly mutilated.
Later, he followed the team decided to retreat, heavy rain in Qingsha Zhang shuttle, survived.
The summer of 1938, Yan-week enrollment was admitted to fourteen of the Whampoa Military Academy.
February 1940, 20-year-old Yan-week, will be graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy. He did not comply with brother advised him to stay in the recommendations of the KMT's grass-roots exercise, but insisted to apply for the Aviation Military Academy in Kunming.
In 1962, a group of photos taken by American reporters in India, shooting some of the lens on the Indian side, including readiness, national mobilization and post-war picture.
The foreign media attention to China's fishing boats hijacked the China-DPRK rare altercation broke out
"Extremely rare" on the 17th a number of Korean and Japanese media use the word todescribe "the DPRK personnel hijacked crew event." South Korean KBS television said that Chinese fishing boats in the Yellow Sea due to cross-border fishing Han Guohai Police hunt are common, but this time the detention of Chinese fishing boats in North Korea. Japan's TV Asahi said, fishery disputes between China and the DPRK allies so openly, in itself is abnormal. South Korea's "World News" and even claimed that thisdoes not rule out the possibility of the evolution of China-DPRK inter-State disputes theChinese vessel was detained by North Korean marine patrol boat, and China and the DPRK controversial incident area attributable to






































