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On the subject of disabilities.

(The following blog post contains graphic scenes of sexual contact with disabled persons, reader discretion is advised. If you think you may be affected by any of the content contained in this blog post, I suggest you feck off and read a blog about flower arranging instead.)

 
I have a client I see from time to time, let’s call him ‘K’. K is a young guy, very handsome, always spotlessly clean and smelling like heaven on earth. His emails send me into convulsions, he has the most amazing sense of humour and his wry observations on the topics of the day would outdo many contemporary writers.
 
Like most men, one of K’s favourites is fellatio, he likes nothing more than for yours truly to peel off the layers down to lingerie with stockings and suspenders and get to work. He lies back in blissful abandonment, and enjoying every moment.
 
Every so often, I get a swift blow to the back of the head, something I’m accustomed to now. We seem to have developed a ratio around the whole experience, for every three or so thumps, there is one “sorry”. K can’t avoid smacking me, because he has very limited motor control of his limbs as a result of his cerebral palsy. In the end, we both usually end up in fits of laughter at the absurdity of it all, because that’s all we CAN do really. How wonderful.
 
Many years ago and in a brothel far away came an elderly man and it’s fair to say that he frightened small children (to coin a phrase) because he had developed a form of mouth cancer which back then, very little was known about. His treatment at the time involved cutting the offending tissue away, which meant that on one side of his face his cheek was missing and if you looked at him from the side, he looked like a sinister, grinning skeleton. His wife had died some time previously and as a result of his appearance he lived as a recluse, going out only every couple of days for messages. Once every couple of months though, he took a taxi to the parlour where I worked and I knew what he wanted.
 
I would thank him for my chocolates, light some candles and play some soft music. After that, he would drown me in baby oil and massage me from head to toe, every so often dipping his head just to inhale my perfume and bury his face into my neck. That was his treasured contact which he looked forward to so much. After about a year and a half of our appointments I moved to London but to this day I still think of him, a true gentleman in every sense of the word.
 
All of which leads me to the question, if the purchase of “sex” is banned, then what will become of those men who rely solely on sex workers for their needs, whatever they may be ? Can you honestly foresee a day when that elderly gent will be able to join a dating site and find a woman for a massage and a cuddle ? And what of K ? Will he ever meet a woman who can meet his needs and see beyond the exterior ?
 
It really angers me when I read the views of various writers who paint a picture of my clients as insatiable lust driven animals. A lack of knowledge on their subject is no deterrent to most of those critics. Let me be quite clear here, it’s not a question of entitlement, not at all. No man is entitled to claim a sexual act as his right. On the other hand, I do believe that disabled clients ought to have the same opportunities as their able bodied counterparts, that’s the differentiation.
 
If Rhoda Grant’s new proposal is adopted as law, it will be a shocking indictment on just how small minded and blinkered we are as a country. It’s time we recognised that not only is it impossible to “reduce demand” but also, “demand” is a very complex and multi-layered animal, as indeed is “supply”, (best described as diverse in the extreme).
 
Frankly, were I a purchaser of “sex”, I know I would find the notion of an ill-informed politician telling me what I can and can’t do in the privacy of my own bedroom downright insulting. Ironically, to condemn those men I have written about to a life of solitude and loneliness on foot of a Victorian attitude towards the exchange of sexual services for money is hugely immoral in itself.
 
Laura Lee
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4 comments on “On the subject of disabilities.

  1. Madam Becky
    7 September, 2012

    Hurrah! How spooky is that! I was just about to start posting on the various sites asking for ladies who see disabled clients.
    I am setting up an escort agency just for clients with disabilities. This will be much more of a co-operative than an agency, as I think ladies should share their experiences with each other for the benefit of all.
    I’d love to hear from anyone that maybe interested, the link below is for the TLC Trust and gives advise on seeing disabled clients and is great

    http://www.tlc-trust.org.uk/advice/page6.html

  2. Kate Gould
    10 September, 2012

    This is such a fantastic piece and one I think every prohibitionist and abolitionist should read. Have you thought about sending it to Rhoda Grant? You could do so via her constituency office. She, and everyone else, needs to see that there are many elements to sex work before they start condemning both sex workers and their clients.

  3. Douglas Fox
    20 September, 2012

    Brilliant piece. I work with disabled clients and they are so nice.
    I often wonder about the non disabled clients as well. Being a gay sex worker I work with mainly married men who want a discreet liaison that is safe.
    I allow them a release of sexual tension which their wives, (mostly) would never understand .
    I could not imagine living with such sexual secrets and tension but if I was forced to, then a safe and discreet sex worker would offer the best solution.
    Clients are not monsters, they are just people often making the best of a situation not just for themselves, but all the people they love.

  4. Mario Reinartz
    24 September, 2012

    As a disabled customer of SW I’m very pleased to have them. They give me a little piece of normal life and what’s the most natural thing in life than sexuality? It’s a present given by nature and it doesn’t matter if you’re rich or poor, black or white, boy or girl, or disabled or undisabled, or beautiful or ugly. My chances to find a companion who can accept my spasticity and my born gene-defect is nearly nothing, so I need the sexworkers who can show me that my body isn’t only a damaged machine and a bad piece of meat. I was very proud of myself if I was able to put gently some hairs out of a womans face, without giving her a bad feeling. It was the first time, that I had the feeling:”My body is mine! My Body accept what I want to do, and I can accept my body!”

    Excuse my bad English, please. I’m from Cologne in Germany and I learnt English in school many years ago.

    so long
    Mario

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