I would love to have a family reunion with relatives on my
father’s side. The siblings and their offspring were never very close and
rarely got together, but there is a very good reason for my desire to reunite. Let
me go back a bit. At age nineteen, I decided to drive across the country with a
friend in a beat up old car. That’s all we could afford. The old Chevy broke
down a few times and once it happened in the
wanting us to be stuck there during the heat of the next day, pushed the car
for thirty miles until we came to civilization. I was young, eager for
adventure and naïve. Never did I realize what might transpire forty and some
odd years later.
When we reached
I looked up the cousins I had never met on my father’s side. I came from a
poor, South Philadelphia background and here I was meeting my relatives who
lived in the
upper-middle class splendor (I thought at the time). These first cousins were
quite a bit older. As a matter of fact, their children, my second cousins, were
contemporaries of mine.
I gravitated to one of my second cousins in particular. Elissa
was kind and gracious, introduced me to a few of her friends and showed me some
sights. After a time, I left
headed back to
Later, I heard Elissa married a pediatrician by the name of Paul Fleiss. Elissa
and Paul then started a family.
One of their children was Heidi Fleiss. Does the last name
of Fleiss ring a bell for anyone? I’m sure you all recall the notoriety
surrounding Heidi Fleiss, the former Madam. Although I lost track of Elissa
over the years, Heidi was the name came back to me in the form of newspaper
My family is hardly distinguishable, on the surface, from
other families. So, Heidi, you might say, is our celebrity. Her past has given
her a lot of media attention, and every move she makes the press seems to be there.
Presently, Heidi is talking about starting a new venture – a legal house of
prostitution where men service women. She’s even received communications from
men wishing to be employed by her.
If a brothel for women isn’t a first, it is certainly is a
rare concept. It brings to mind other aspects in society that have totally
ignored women’s needs like sexual stimulants. Viagra for men is a huge business.
There isn’t anything on the market that is comparably effective in creating
greater sexual desire in women. Also, for a long time, it was thought that
women didn’t have heart attacks and when they complained about chest pain, they
were dismissed as head jobs. Now, only in recent years is it finally recognized
that heart attacks in women is an enormous killer.
Heidi Fleiss now lives in the middle of the
location where prostitution is legal. She owns sixty acres of scorched desert
Laundry, in Pahrump.
Heidi was interviewed in a recent edition of Elle Magazine. This
is an excerpt: “…the former Hollywood Madam, the woman who made millions of
dollars in her early twenties providing fuck buddies for Charlie Sheen and
sending call girls to Bush (the elder) fundraisers on the arms of senators, the
daughter of a Jewish pediatrician, who grew up affluent in L.A. and spent three
years in prison for tax evasion and is going to make a comeback – any day now,
she says – starting the world’s first legal, wind-powered brothel for women
with exclusively male hookers (and a spa), who only wants to talk about birds.”
Heidi owns 24 parrots.
I polled some friends about the idea of male prostitutes
selling services to women. Many said no woman would use it, and others
confessed they might if their identities were totally secret. Women, in
general, have always been accused of having to be in love to go to bed with a
guy. Now, we have the opposite proposition that might be offered to them. A
quick lay by a professional – no need to worry about him respecting her in the
The question that comes to mind is, in this world of open
and available sex and willing sex partners, why is prostitution still going
strong? Demand for prostitution certainly hasn’t diminished. Why? You’d think,
at least, there’d be a little less clamoring for paid sex. Free sex is
everywhere and relatively guilt-free. The recriminations of yesteryear are
virtually non-existent. For women, virginity is no longer mandatory for making
a good marriage. In a minority of men, non-virgins are still undesirable, no
matter what they claim, but overall virginity is a societal more that has
nearly disappeared. Even having babies out of wedlock is more common and hardly
noticed in the scheme of things.
It’s no longer outlandish to go to bed with a guy on the
first date. It happens in films, in books and in real life. At one time, it was
unheard of or if it happened no one dared to speak of it. It was thought that
only very desperate women did that.
Some men claim they use prostitutes because the sex is casual
with no strings attached and you don’t even have to say goodbye. No emotional
involvement. They say paying for sex is good for a marriage because the man
won’t be lured away. He always goes home.
There are other reasons as well. I think one of them is
control. With a prostitute, there is no need to please her. The woman is paid
to give all the pleasure to the client. No one is saying, “but, dear, I didn’t
have an orgasm…you can’t stop now… Or we never do enough foreplay.” Today, it
is a no-no to go to sleep immediately after an orgasm. There needs to be some
cuddling and maybe conversation. When finished with the services of a
prostitute, you dress go home and don’t even have to say goodbye.
The prostitute doesn’t ask for a real orgasm for performing her job. She can fake it. If you hop out
of bed and leave the minute you finish, there are no recriminations.
We still need to talk about the implications of women going
to male prostitutes. My thanks to my
third cousin Heidi for stimulating a lot of questions and thought.
From the sexy G