The worst part of going to a sex worker is first that you are having sex with someone with innumerable sex partners then even the caliber of the sex partners is not the best. I remember reading a satmag where prostitute say they screw kanjo, watches, parking boys for protection. Can you imagine sharing a woman with a street urchin? You are exposed to some unimaginable things, these ladies go to witchcraft for protection and to attract clients. Don’t men see the danger that they are putting themselves in by patronizing this women?
Men know the filth that prostitutes get into. It would be shocking to know vile watu wamesalimiana. After all from some hekayas here a guy can see a woman in a sleazy place like SJ disappear to the rooms with another guy, order a drink, she reappears after a while, he chats her up and makes a romping trip up to the same place she’s just come from, then he goes home and happily comes here to narrate it asking, Wangapi Wamekula Hii?
I think it’s some sort of addiction, but it can get very socially damaging. You remember a famous guy (whose name I’ll withhold) who was one time asked by a journalist about rumours of having been spotted at Kstreet negotiating? He angrily lashed out, kwenda huko Koinange nilikuwa na mamako? So it’s not something many are proud of. It’s like being in the grip of some demonic control. That’s how come some otherwise normal guys have no qualms about getting a bj from hookers on a dark road.
Men here seem to be very proud of sleeping with prostitutes but I have an old friend, a man who was addicted to this lifestyle. First off he had a gf who he was living with, he was dating several campus girls, a sugar mummy, that’s like 4 sex partners and the guy would spend all his money on prostitutes. Like he goes to casablanca, spends the money on prostitution and goes to withdraw more money and continue. The way he would talk about it is like someone who is struggling to stop but can’t do it. I also had a friend who was addicted to gambling, she would be in the casino all night and carry a change bcz come morning she does not want to leave, even when the money is over, she goes looks for more and returns. Don’t ask me how I met these people and became fast friends with them, I met her in the gym and him at a party. People find me motherly and non judgemental so I guess that’s how they can tell me all the crazy things going on in their life. It’s an addiction like any other bcz junkies also behave like this they go on continuous drug binge, they are getting high all night and no sleep, others prostitute themselves to get the drugs. I read a drug memoir by Nic Scheff about meth addiction, he actually had men penetrate him to get money to buy drugs and he wasn’t gey. If you want to know what demonic possession or control looks like follow the life of a drug addict. I mean hard drugs.
Very sad actually; it’s like a lorry without brakes going downhill. Sex can be an addiction if one lacks standards. The problem with not being selective about who to be with is that sex is actually easy to buy. A guy must have some self appreciation to say no to some types of women, you don’t take just anything, simply because it’s available
Some people just can’t be squares though after many years he changed though it took his twins dying for him to get a wake up call. Sometimes I felt like he went through some trauma that started him off on that path. The strangest thing was that he was very chilvorous. To me at least. He was one person who just full of paradoxes. Sometimes he’d be this macho party animal womanizer and at other times he’d be very vulnerable almost childlike. He changed.
