Pro Prostitution Quotes

Feminists have accepted that choice is possible when it comes to a different, difficult subject: abortion. The feminist position (and I agree with it) is that women own their bodies and therefore each woman has the right to choose to get an abortion if she gets pregnant. This is called being "pro-choice". Feminists should be consistent on the subject of choice. If a woman has the right to choose to have an abortion, she should also have the right to choose to have sex for money. It's her body; it's her right.

She didn't look like any motel manager I had ever seen. More likely an actress who hadn't quite made the grade down south, or a very successful amateur tart on the verge of turning pro. Whatever her business was, there had to be sex in it. She was as full of sex as a grape is full of juice, and so young that it hadn't begun to sour.

Let's examine the second accusation first: the idea that pornography is degrading to women. Degrading is a subjective term. Personally, I find detergent commercials in which women become orgasmic over soapsuds to be tremendously degrading to women. I find movies in which prostitutes are treated like ignorant drug addicts to be slander against women. Every woman has the right-the need!-to define degradation for herself.

But then come the pro-sweatshop opinions. Even some liberal economists come out pro-sweatshops, saying that being against them is a luxury only developed nations can afford, that factories providing any kind of work even with long hours and lousy pay are better than the alternatives available to the women and young people in impoverished countries. Prostitution is one such alternative.

Mais là encore, que d'hypocrisie et d'aveuglement! La prostitution est-elle la seule activité professionnelle où s'exerce une soumission du corps à la loi de l'argent? N'y a-t-il pas quantité de métiers dans lesquels le corps du travailleurs est pro-stituté, c'est-à-dire, littéralement exposé devant, voire malmené, mis en danger? Le travail à l'usine, à la mine, voire dans le mannequinat, n'implique-t-il pas une mise à disposition du corps, dans des conditions souvent dégradantes? Au nom de quelle idéologie sexuelle sanctifiante juge-t-on que le sexe tarifé est plus indigne que d'autres contrats impliquant l'instrumentalisation du corps et une marchandisation de la force du travail?

In the wake of two other Contagious Disease Acts (1866, 1868), prostitution became virtually a state-run industry. The government issued cards to women who were medically checked our and "registered." Then, they were allowed to work the streets. With unlimited powers of arrest, plainclothes policemen picked up women at random. Often, the police proceeded on the basis of gossip or reports from people who had grudges. Women who refused to be surgically examined could be detained at the magistrate's discretion and imprisoned at hard labor.

Another weakness in the women-controlling-their-bodies explanation is that there are plenty of ways in which most pro-choice people otherwise agree that women (and men) should be restricted in what they do with their bodies: seat belt laws, prostitution laws, restrictions on trans fats and giant sodas, mandatory health insurance, and so forth. Hardly anyone holds views actually consistent with the idea that people should be able to do whatever they want with their b

The red light district in the old section of San Juan was around Calle Del Cristo. The Army operated a Pro-Station, right in the middle of this area, and its bright blue identifying lights served as the lighthouse to guide us in. We arrived believing that we had safety in numbers, so the three of us went into one of the many rowdy sailors’ bars that had the kind of atmosphere we were looking for. Before long, we were throwing back Cuba Libres and laughing with some young ladies, who had magically appeared and were hanging onto our arms. The loud Latin beat drowned out our conversation, but there was no doubt but that the girls knew what we wanted. I was still hesitant about going through with it. I had thoughts in the back of my head of the recent warnings. I nearly chickened out, but as my brother used to say “the juices were flowing!” “This story is happily continued on page 301 in “Salty & Saucy Maine.