The First Punt

2004-11-03T15:15:00.000-08:00

So I guess this is kinda the beginning. I am a horny guy and I very much enjoy porn. To that extent I do spend quite a bit of time making up for what was my lack of sex in real life by looking at porn on the internet. One day in browsing around I came across an advert somewhere that talked about sex parties, and how there were parties around the UK that you could pay to go to and shag gorgeous women. Wow! I thought. What a great idea. Kinda expensive way to get your jollies, but being quite a kinky guy myself (or so I think) I thought that one day that would add to my mental list of things I’d like to try in this life. I searched around further and found a whole website dedicated to these parties.

This in turn liked to a site called punternet.com, which allows guys to review their encounters with prostitutes (or working girls, as they mainly prefer to be called). As a guy who generally likes to research all the options of everything before I buy/do it (I am a nightmare in a DIY shop!) I thought this was a great idea. My initial viewpoint was that of probably most of the population, in that prostitutes are women who walk around seedier parts of cities in will offer to have sex for money to feed their drugs habit. Then their pimp takes all their money and beats them up – he probably coerced them into doing this in the first place to make him some money.

Well reading some of the posts on Punternet I started to very quickly change my mind and see a whole other side of things that I guess most people never realise. That whilst the above does happen, there are in fact many women out there that work of their own free will, are not druggies, do not have pimps and enjoy their work. Look at it this way: you can work flexible hours, the pay is good, you are your own boss, you get paid to do something that feels great, you meet all sorts of different people. Sounds pretty good doesn’t it?

So what about health? Aren’t I going to catch some horrible disease and my dick drop off (Listen to ‘Drips’ by Eminem *cringe*)? Well no, probably not. Think about it, whatever industry you work in, you are likely to want to protect yourself right? Welders wear masks, bike couriers wear helmets, doctors wear gloves. The same goes with the sex workers industry. The independent women you come across don’t want to catch anything off you just as much as you don’t want to catch anything off them. Hence they are very protective. In fact most of them know a hell of a lot more about STDs and general sexual health than the general public. There seems to even be an unspoken code of practise that these women subscribe to. Any of them that does anything dangerous will get reprimanded by the others in the community. Who would you be safer with: a professional that knows what they are doing and is tested regularly or a drunken one night fumble with some random one night stand in a nightclub? Makes you think doesn’t it?

To be continued…

So how did we get to here...

2004-11-03T15:01:00.000-08:00

OK, so who am I, why does this little bit of cyberspace exist, and what is this all about? This blog is just a record of my journey over the past few months from being in a long-term relationship to being a single bloke. I joked with someone about writing about all this on a blog and they said ‘Why not?’, I couldn’t come up with a suitable reason, and thought it might be a good idea, so here we are. Maybe call it therapy, maybe it is just more clutter out there on the web. Then again some of the blogs I have read recently have been very illuminating and have made me look at parts of my life in more detail. Who knows why you are reading this, but hopefully it is vaguely interesting!

It will cover subjects that some of you might find taboo such as prostitution and lots of sex in general. This blog is intended to be fairly anonymous. I’ve nothing to hide and many people know about the secrets hidden within here, but the name has been changed to protect the innocent, and in many cases the not so innocent.

So, who am I? I’m a guy, in his late twenties who lives in the UK. I work as a web developer in a web design company. I am a techie, I like gadgets, I am more often than not attached to a computer of some kinds, but I like to think (maybe vainly) that I break the mould a little bit from the stereotypical techie.

Stereotypes. They are going to be covered quite a bit in this blog. There are many parts of this journey that have made me confront and break many of societies stereotypes. Which has been fun ;) But is has also made me think a bit more about life, which I think has been a good thing overall.

[ OK, below is a very brief overview of the last few months, I will look into some bits in more detail in future postings ]

I have been up until recently in a long-term relationship. This was with a girl whom I met and university and fell deeply in love with. We lived together and I thought all was great. Then we started to have less and less sex as time went on. By the end we were having sex about once every 4-6 weeks. I was quite sexually active at University and to go from that to one woman was something that I (surprisingly to myself) didn’t seem to have much of a problem with. I guess it was to do with how much I loved that person I was going to spend my time with. However as time went on and the amount of sex reduced I got quite frustrated. I tried many times to spice things up, to find out how to make things better, but it never worked. I felt I was being pushed away by a woman I loved. It hurt. Was it me? Was it her? Was it external pressures and influences? Who knows, it was probably a bit of all of them.

Recently I found myself more and more attracted to other women. Something that has gotten stronger and stronger. Whilst there is much more to a relationship that just sex, intimacy plays a big part, and I was not willing to stay in a relationship any longer in which the intimacy was not there.

So there we are. That was the nutshell version... the gory details to follow ;)

The Road to Recovery

The First Punt

So how did we get to here...