The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps! – Eleanor Roosevelt
On November 10th, 1775 the Second Continental Congress ordered Captain Samuel Nicholas to raise two battalions of marines, and he began that task by holding a recruitment meeting at Tun Tavern in Philadelphia. The organization which resulted, the Continental Marines, was later reorganized into the United States Marine Corps, so Marines consider Tun Tavern to be the birthplace of the Corps and November 10th to be its birthday; U.S. Marines will greet each other today with “Happy Birthday!” so if you know a Marine, whether active duty, reserve or retired, you can be sure he will be pleased if you greet him thus today. You’ll notice I said “retired Marine” rather than “ex-Marine”; as anyone who has ever known one can tell you, there is no such thing as an ex-Marine. “Once a Marine, always a Marine” is not just a slogan but a straightforward fact. Now, I have no intention of giving you a capsule history of the USMC; not only would that be vastly outside the bounds of my subject matter, it would also be silly because there are plenty of sources online if you’re interested. You may think of today’s column as a sort of love letter to the many, many Marine clients I’ve had over the years, some of whom have been among my favorites.
Mae West once said, “I only like two kinds of men: domestic and foreign.” And while that’s pretty much true for me as well, I must admit to a partiality for warriors. There’s just something about a true warrior that makes me rather weak in the knees; I suppose it’s my cavewoman instincts telling me “here is a man who can protect you,” but whatever the reason I cannot deny it. The draw is strongest when he looks the part; the men I find attractive are invariably tall, solidly built, strong-featured, well-groomed and neatly dressed. Short hair is good, and a shaved head even better; to me such grooming says a man is ready for action and has no time for frou-frou haircuts. I also find that mature, experienced warriors (especially military men, and most especially Marines) tend to be well-organized, sensible, self-disciplined and gallant. Obviously, there are exceptions to every rule; lots of men do their time in the military and then promptly forget everything they learned within a few months of discharge, and others never managed to become real warriors (it seems many of these end up in police departments once they return to civilian life). Still others are just bad eggs as in any profession. But some (and these are the ones I’m talking about) internalize the warrior’s nobility and discipline; they wear their business suits as though they were uniforms, keep their rooms and offices tidy, treat women with respect and have a strong personal sense of honor which forbids trying to cheat or harm whores. And all this goes double for Marines.
Did you know Marines are authorized to salute women? True fact, and I’ve had a number of them honor me that way. Because the Naval base in New Orleans houses the headquarters of the 4th Marine Division, we got an awful lot of Marines as customers, and I can truthfully say that to my knowledge I was never maltreated by one. Both those in uniform and those I merely recognized from their style invariably treated me with courtesy and good manners (though I must admit being called “ma’am” by a client can be a bit weird). I never had one attempt to haggle, though I did have a few younger ones ask on initial phone contact if we had a lower rate. I even had a couple ask if we had a “military discount”, and though we didn’t I have heard of a few independents who do indeed offer one. I can’t even recall ever having a Marine who was a difficult client; most of them are straightforward, appreciative and know what they want, and what the younger ones lack in ability they more than make up for in enthusiasm!
Throughout history, military personnel have been among the most dependable clients for whores, and the US military is no exception; young men deprived of the company of women and often far from home and family have even more pressing need for our services than do other men. But in 2004 the Bush administration, eager to lick the arses of neofeminists and fundies alike, foisted on the Defense Department a strict anti-prostitution policy, under the pretense of (can you guess?) fighting “human trafficking”. This policy requires that military officials “deter activities of DoD Service members, civilian employees, indirect hires” and others “that would facilitate or support [sex trafficking] domestically and overseas.” Domestically, this asinine directive is just as wrongheaded and unenforceable in the military as it is in the civilian world, and overseas it is even more so because prostitution is either totally legal or officially tolerated in a number of countries where US military personnel are either stationed or allowed to take shore leave (including Germany, the Netherlands, Australia, Japan and Korea). It also puts base commanders and other officers in the difficult position of trying to keep their troops healthy and happy while simultaneously obeying orders which, if strictly implemented, would have a devastating effect on troop morale. Given this dilemma, most base commanders do the only thing they can do: Officially declare brothels and other establishments frequented by prostitutes off-limits, then look the other way and do their best not to catch anyone in violation because if they do they must keep up appearances by coming down like the proverbial ton of bricks on the poor schmuck so discovered. This of course makes “trafficking” fanatics furious, especially the “rescue industry”, which has become a major problem in east Asia. And while the official military newspaper Stars and Stripes now follows the party line as one would expect, it was not so when the orders first came down six years ago, as evidenced by this article.
As I mentioned in my column of October 29th, a group of female academics led by Anne Jordan (director of the Program on Human Trafficking and Forced Labor at the Center for Human Rights and Humanitarian Law, American University Washington College of Law and author of “Sex Trafficking: The Abolitionist Fallacy”) has pressed President Obama to rescind the Bush administration’s anti-prostitution policy (which would include the military policy), but so far he seems uninterested in such a wise but politically incorrect move, and considering his party’s recent losses I doubt he’ll do anything to make waves unless it’s in the last few weeks of his administration. So at least for now, military administration will continue to create a smoke-screen of compliance to placate prudes and neofeminists while actually following the reasonable policy of looking the other way. Of course, anti-whore military policies are nothing new; regular readers will remember that Storyville was closed in 1917 under pressure from the Secretary of the Navy, and one form of prostitution was criminalized in Japan in 1956 under pressure from the U.S. Army.
Perhaps one day our culture will grow up enough to stop trying to tell adult women what we can do with our bodies and adult men what they can do with adult women, but in the meantime military men in general and Marines in particular will continue to seek us out despite the whimsical notions of those who think Nature can be controlled by legislation. And until our trade is decriminalized, there’s one more nice thing about a military man: a working girl can be sure he isn’t a cop. Nobody can wear two uniforms at once, and a man in camouflage utilities is not in a blue suit with a tin badge.
I’m surprised the police aren’t able to wear a military uniform as part of a sting operation. But if they can’t, then there’s one good reason for a military discount right there.
My father was an army man, KIA 1969, Vietnam. Thus I never got to know him. Soon after high school, I tried to join the army, but they didn’t want me. I’ve tried to keep a sense of honor and responsibility in my behavior anyway, though I’ll admit to being a bit weak in the self-discipline department. I’ve often wondered if I would be a better man if they had taken me, but I’ve also wondered if I’d even still be here.
I know one man who became a Marine, was honorably discharged, seemed to forget everything and became a hell-raiser extraordinaire for a couple of decades, but recently seems to have become more warrior-like. Strange.
I think impersonating a member of the armed forces is a crime, just as impersonating a cop is. And wearing a medal one hasn’t earned is a felony.
As for you, I’ve known you for what, six years now? And you’ve always struck me as one of the most honorable men I know. Sometimes the warrior is within. 🙂
Actors wear uniforms all the time, so there are some exceptions. I’m be perfectly happy that jacking up one’s arrest record at the expense of unarmed naked women is not one of those exceptions.
I thank you for your kind words. With no father or brothers, my mother felt it was important for me to have male role models. And since some uncles she didn’t want me emulating, she pulled examples largely from fiction. Capt. Kirk, Mr. Spock, Tarzan, John Carter of Mars were all a part of my official upbringing (John Carter didn’t come in until I was about twelve, though). I don’t flatter myself that I can live up to fictitious heroes, but I do believe that I am a better man than I would have been had I not read those books and watched those TV shows.
I’ve also been fortunate enough to know some wonderful women in my life. Better women make for better men. So again I thank you, but I also have to thank Beverly, JoAn, Margie, Laura, Mandy, Debbie, and others including, yes, one whose name is not Maggie.
On behalf of all of us, you’re welcome. 🙂
Not a chance. Have you seen the latest warning labels being proposed for cigarettes in the U.S.? I don’t think the right to control your own body is on the horizon anytime soon. If they ever legalize prostitution, they would probably make hookers put pictures on your door of broken homes, or sad children, or Elliot Spitzer’s face. They’ll probably be required to wear a ball and chain to symbolize how you’re a slave to patriarchal society. As the customers leave, she probably have to kick them in the nuts as hard as she can to try and help them kick their nasty habit.
I did see those labels; unbelievable. There is one difference, though: money. Those labels cost the government nothing, but enforcing stupid prostitution laws costs plenty.
On that note, I suspect the tide is starting to turn to the “Nordic Model”, which is nothing but an attempt to undercut the small gains we’ve made; more on that Saturday. 🙁
I have loved military clients forever. Army are my favorite flavour (followed by SEALS). Marines are fun, but I tend to wear them out. 🙁
No matter the branch (and I’ve tried all the flavours), they’re respectful, condom-friendly, no-attitude and just terrific fun in bed.
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Absolutely! 🙂
You tend to wear them out? Oh, I do hope that many Marines reading this blog (and I hope there are many) took that as a challenge, and you saw a large uptick in respectful, friendly, fun, condom-wearing, EGA-bearing customers! Semper fi!
PS: Many of us served a stint but not long enough to retire; the title “former Marine” is considered accurate for us. 🙂 I recall being in New Orleans on business over Marine Corps Birthday in 1999, and finding myself (a former USMC Reserve Lance Corporal, a type of enlisted man only slightly higher than dogpoo) in a hotel elevator with two bird colonels (one a shapely lady colonel) and a brigadier general. It was a very rigid ride down 15 floors as I locked it up to attention (wearing Levi’s and a golf shirt), and gave the requisite “Happy Birthday, Sir!”
I’m glad they didn’t invite me to the ball; it would have been fun, but I’d have felt out of place in a business suit some 14 years after my discharge. 🙂
My beloved wife spent four years in the Marine Corps before moving on to her first love as a law enforcement official. She still remembers fondly her time as a WM (Woman Marine) though and honors yearly the birth of the Corps. Hats off to her and all others who have served in that elite group protecting our freedoms. Hoo-rah!