Yeah
@Zephyn I am certainly sympathetic to the idea that capitalism causes people to do things they wouldn't normally in order to survive. But at the end of the day it's a job like any other, and if they're not up for it, they should try and find a different one.
I guess I just don't view sex as any sort of special or sacred act. Maybe I'm just an emotionally blunted sex addict, but to me, the weirdness and awkardness comes around once feelings start getting thrown around. I hate that cat and mouse timid shit trying to figure out if someone wants you or not. Maybe I would feel differently if people were honest about their feelings. But they're not.
For me, nights with sex workers have been infinitely less of a hassle than regular hookups. No worrying about whether she likes you or if you're acting weird. Because you both know what it is going into it. Here for an hour, get down, say bye. No more, no less. It's just so difficult for me to pretend to have 'feelings' and worrying about their problems and all that shit. I'm giving up on ever finding a good woman, if I find her, great. But in the meantime, I have no interest in stunting like I'm some cool guy or attracting a mate somehow.