If everyone grew up to be what he or she wanted to be in childhood we would have a workforce made up almost entirely of firemen, ballerinas, astronauts, teachers, cowboys and nurses. – “Amazingly Stupid Statements”
By the end of September 2010, both my blog and my procedures were beginning to assume something remotely resembling their present form; most of the essays read like my current style, and some of the regular features I had introduced still exist today in one form or another. For example, the fictional interludes still appear every month (this month’s example, “Dry Spell”, features the first on-screen comment from my husband), “More Q & A” was the second of its type, “Sweet Painted Ladies” was the second hooker song column and “October Miscellanea” was the first regular monthly miscellanea column, a feature which persisted until I (predictably) ran out of months to name them for. By the beginning of last year I was getting so many news stories a monthly column was no longer enough, but even at this early stage I could have done a weekly one had I realized it would continue at that pace; “The Camel’s Nose” and “Whores in the News” are miscellanea columns as well. Quite a few others were based around news stories: “Safe Targets”, “The Judge, the Feds and the Stripper”,
“Cracks in the Dam”, “Juxtaposition”, “Anatomy of a Boondoggle”, “An Enormous Big Nothing” and “Good Fantasy, Bad Reality” all fall into that category, though as you’ll note I used to quote much larger fractions of the stories than I do now, and often paraphrased (a procedure left over from a message board I used to frequent whose moderators had the idiotic habit of deleting posts containing verbatim quotes from news articles).
My schedule had become much more regular by this time, though not as regular as it would later become; I still published each post manually after breakfast (just after 9:30 AM Central Time), but I wrote them in advance and stored them in a folder by date, reassigning dates as necessary to fit in what I considered more pressing stories. The reason I remember this is that the column “All in the Family”, which appeared on October 4th, was originally scheduled for Jeff’s birthday (September 25th) because it’s on the topic of family; however, since he’s only barely mentioned in it I decided that was less important than getting other, more timely columns posted first. This gives you an idea of the length of my queue at that point, about a week to ten days. Another shift is that the columns were becoming shorter: none of these were longer than 1700 words, and many were shorter than the minimum length for July; furthermore, there were no two-parters at all.
At this stage, I was still drawing heavily on my personal experience for subject matter and introducing non-sex working readers to a lot of basic concepts. “Who Did Your Tits?” is the story of my boob job, “The Going Rate” discusses how escorts set their prices, “No Other Option” was the first of many columns on sex work with disabled men, “Linda” is a short character sketch of an escort I knew, “Scary Movies” is about the “bad” lessons clients learn from porn and “Deadbeats” is about nuisance callers and time-wasters. As you may be able to tell from those last two titles, I was already starting to try to do some horror-themed columns in the days leading up to “Halloween”, but not as much yet as in later years; there were also several seasonal items in “October Miscellanea”, and the harlotography, “Five Women in Whitechapel”, featured the five victims of Jack the Ripper. I suppose one might even include “An Older Profession Than You May Have Thought” for the spiders, but since it also includes chimpanzees and penguins that seems a bit of a stretch.
Rounding out the list are “Heart of Gold”, which discusses the stereotypical hooker; “The Love-Hate Relationship”, about Americans’ peculiar ambivalence toward whores; “Amazingly Stupid Statements”, a takedown of some of the dumbest things prohibitionists say; “Hooker Humor”, which features a few of the rare prostitute jokes that aren’t vulgar or insulting; “Playing the Harlot” and “Yesterday”, both extended responses to reader questions; “Wolves”, an attack on neofeminist pathologization of male behavior; and a short survey of “Japanese Prostitution”. 
Okay, dumb ass guy here … but I went back and read “Who did your Tits” again.
At this point in my life – I’ve seen quite a few pairs of “enhanced” breasts. The problem is – when I see them – I feel them, and I might ask if they’re “enhanced” or not … but I never ask HOW they were enhanced.
And I have no clue about how that surgery is done – but I think, based on what I’ve seen – there are several methods. So maybe somoene can clear me up on this.
First – I’ve seen the typical “slash” scars that are right under each breast – almost hidden in the crease. I’ve seen this a lot, it makes sense to me – that that’s where the silicone implant is inserted.
Second – I have seen scars that seemingly go around the nipple – as if it was cut off and the inplant squeezed in there. Can that be accurate? Also – doesn’t his kill any nerve endings in the nipple?
Third – I just recently saw a girl who had NOT A SINGLE SCAR. I don’t know how she got ’em in – but she told me she got ’em in Memphis. Now, hers felt DEEP – I could feel the implants as something “firm” under her own natural breast tissue. She had the best enhanced mammaries I’ve ever seen or felt, which is amazing – because as call girls go – she’s probably the brokest of the whole bunch. I have no clue how she got that top-shelf tit job.
A lot of other enhanced breasts I’ve “felt” – they didn’t feel so deep, it really felt like I was playing directly with the implant.
A couple of times I’ve seen a girl bend over and her breasts hang down – and I could see the “folds” or the “ripples” and sometimes a “bump” in her implant visible through the skin. Not attractive.
But I’ve digressed a bit here from my original question which I suppose is …
How many different ways are there to insert these implants?
There are three that I know of. The first is underneath, in the crease (which is where mine are); the second is the so-called “keyhole method” around the nipple, which severs both nerves and milk ducts and thereby renders the tits useless for anything other than decoration. The third is through the armpits; this is hard to spot but carries a higher risk of infection in the months after surgery.
The implants can go over the muscle or under it; the ones over the muscle are the ones that are not so deep. They look more natural in clothes, but as you point out there can be issues when naked. The ones that are under the muscle (like mine) behave less naturally as far as bouncing and hanging, but present a better cosmetic appearance in or out of clothes (though they are more obviously “fake”). Women whose tits are naturally medium to large can choose either over or under the muscle, but those (like me) who had pathetic nothings to start are limited to under-muscle placement.
I think this girl with the great boob job had ’em “under the muscle”. That may be the way to go. Anyway – thanks for that. I have no clue why any woman would use that “keyhole” method.
Saline implants can be inserted by the circumareolar method, though usually the scar is only a semicircle, in the lower half; it shouldn’t be necessary to divide either nerves or ducts. Saline implants can be put in ’empty’ and then inflated when in place. The circumareolar incision is supposed to give a more cosmetic scar. Silicone implants are inserted ‘full’, the circumareolar route won’t work for them, they are inserted inframammarily.
I gather that it’s also possible to insert implants through the umbilicus, a sort of keyhole approach. I’ve only seen implants used for reconstruction, not for cosmesis, so I’m not sure of all the technical details.
The incisions for my implants circle the lower half of my areolas, and I exclusively breastfed with no problems. These kinds of incisions may damage some nerves, but they don’t necessarily. Some women who’ve had augmentation have low milk supply, but it’s hard to know the direction of causation. They may have had inadequate breast tissue to begin with, which is why they get implants.
Also … since I can’t get my mind off tits (which isn’t unusual by the way) …
This is my opinion on breast augmentation (and other things concerning women’s bodies) …
Okay, now I know Maggie has great tits and she planned them out and everything and she’s certainly a gal who is mature and knows what she’s doing. Good for her.
But in MOST cases – I don’t like enhanced breasts.
First of all – I guess maybe tits aren’t that important to me. I’ve been with A-cup girls who drove me nuts. Usually, if I “fixate” on any part of a girl it’s her hair, her eyes, and her hips … then her ass I guess. Of all those – wide hips and small waist will put me into a lustful coma.
Okay – yeah, I looked at Playboy magazine when I was a teenager – BOY … did I look at it.
But the women in that mag never turned me on as much as real women – with REAL FLAWS. I’m not bullshitting here. It’s almost as if a woman is being more intimate with me when she reveals her naked body to me – when she knows there are little flaws there.
Even cellulite. Now – I don’t like orange peel – but girls go apeshit at the slightest sign of cellulite on their bodies. I love it!
So I just throw this out there – because I know a lot of girls have a bad image of their body but seriously … in most cases there’s no need to be so negative. A few extra pounds is no big deal.
The hottest girls I’ve ever been with were girls who had flaws and they just flitted around me naked like they thought they were the most beautiful woman in the world! Now – THAT’S HOT! In fact – it’s that kind of atitude that makes a girl beautiful to me.
I’m reminded of a breast reduction surgery I saw decades ago. The surgeon needed a bit of a memory jog, and brought a textbook with him. The book was called something like ‘An Atlas of Cosmetic Breast Surgery’ and was written by a (male) Brazilian surgeon. It was remarkably prescriptive, though I don’t remember all the exact details. For example, it gave the diameter of the ‘ideal’ areola, and the placement of the nipple. To find this, you were instructed to drop a vertical from the mid-point of the clavicle (collar bone), then draw a line at 5º outwards; go down this exactly 19 cms, and mark this point (with a skin pencil). And so on.
I didn’t discover where he got his ideas of the ideal, perfect female breast from; perhaps the Venus de Milo?
WTF!!??? LOL!!
Diameter of the “ideal” areola?
This is gonna sound … uhm … weird but I just used that clavicle measurement and my nip comes pretty close! 😀
Then again – my nipples don’t move like a woman’s does – they stay fixed relative to my clavicle (and everything else on my torso – except for one thing).
Yes, I know, it’s weird. And if you are wondering about why 19 cms, when people vary so much in height, well for most people their height is determined by their legs, not their trunk. For example, the incisor teeth to oesopho-gastric junction is about 40 cms, with a very small variation of less than 2 cms either side.
Perhaps she was the brokest call girl you knew because she took on heavy debt to pay for the implants.
“It’s almost as if a woman is being more intimate with me when she reveals her naked body to me – when she knows there are little flaws there.”
Well said.
Thanks, when I was going out to get my lunch I suddenly realized (for the first time) – that EVERY SINGLE woman I’ve ever dated was like that. Every single one of them had a favorable image of their body (even though they were certainly not all “beauties”). I think there is something about the way I choose women that weeds the others out – and I don’t know what it is but it’s hard for me to say this is all coincidence.
I hear guys complain all the time about their wives or their girlfriends – and how they don’t like to get naked around them – or turn off the lights when they have sex.
I’ve never experienced one of those women.
Every single one I’ve been out with put her makeup on stark naked standing at the mirror in the bathroom. Brushed her teeth naked …
I remember one girl I was with charged out of the shower and ran into the kitchen and made spagetti. I watched her brown the meat for the sauce completely naked and holding a conversation with me like it was nothing. Most of the girls I’ve been with were naked so much around the house there was something in me that said … “Jesus, was she raised in a barn?!” and then the other part of me screams … “STFU! This is fuckin’ HOT!!”
krulak, here is where you and I share something in common. The woman who is just comfortable being naked has this added element of hotness that she often doesn’t realize is an element of hotness. I think most women have this logic circuit in the brain which fires and tells her, “If I’ve already had sex with him, there’s little point in being modest now.” But then some women have this bit of perfectly good logic drown out by their own bodily insecurities, and some women don’t. And that second group has an air about them, and that’s sexy.
Curiosity/Research about Japanese prostitution is what brought me here about fifteen months ago. Your writing and the topics have kept me coming back pretty much every day since.
For the record, I tend to prefer natural, even if small, but I’m more of an ass/hips man, anyway. 🙂