All other things aside, where’s the romance…? How’s marriage gonna work out if Dad’s pretty much paid in extra-marital sex with supermodels…? And Mum paid in centimeters of Adonis-penis…?
The OP makes me think of that show Firefly, of how the Companions (prostitutes) are considered some of the most respectable members of society, able to open doors into worlds that a lowly “normal” person would otherwise never enter.
You don’t have to work yourself to the bone in a Sexocracy. Just contribute your fair share. If you’re not prepared to do that you can go on standard status which is for people who don’t work.
No one is forced to work, no one is owned by anyone else, so there’s no slavery.
If you have ever said anything mean to or about me, I don’t remember it. In fact, I don’t remember ever having a conversation with you, period, unless it was under a different screen name of yours. If we’ve exchanged any kind of words, they weren’t memorable ones, so I guess that pretty much takes care of that.
Out of curiosity, why would my knowledge of a cheesy scifi show change what you think about me? I mean, it’s a decent show, makes me laugh, but it’s not amazing or anything.
Women like to play down their need for sex to avoid accusations of hypocrisy when they show contempt for heterosexual men and their desires.
Sex isn’t the currency in a Sexocracy. Status is the currency. Those who sell sex receive the highest status.
The idea of the Sexocratic society is that all human beings are fundamentally equal in value, but Sexocratic society needs to create certain superficial inequalities to express this.
I don’t think any human being is ‘below’ anyone. I don’t find being compared to a gay man or a whore insulting as I’m not homophobic and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being a whore.