sweep

that's very kind of you michael, I appreciate that

Gurdur

Charles Bukowski was as rough as bad guts, and not a nice person to be around with.

Therefore my comment above to you, Sweep, was a compliment.

sweep

I see. the tone and the dialogue create a conflict. that makes me feel revulsion.

I'm sorry

Gurdur

sweep

let me rephrase that:

Based on the fact that I thought you liked Bukowski, your comment didn't make sense. my initial reaction was to feel sick, and by the time I had posted, the meaning changed. If Bukowski made you feel sick then perhaps we can empathise?

It also occurred to me that you were creating a tone, or a feel, that did not correspond with the dialogue. this was my mistake, since it was based on an error created when I misinterpreted your initial post.

again, my apologies, only today I don't feel sick, I feel hungry.

break out the pancakes

Gurdur

I like reading Bukowski's semi-autobiographical novels sometimes; I have a very rough sense of lumpenproletariat humour, and I sometimes find him very funny.
But the guy was often a total jerk, and not fun to be anywhere near, often.

I have never read his poetry.
Don't worry.
Good-o.

lunachick

Hey, sweep. I thoroughly enjoyed that tale. I thought it was a wonderful window to your late night/early morning solo meanderings in Amsterdam. I could picture it all. I even had you down in slow motion in smoky atmospheres, and could see the circular streets and the rather colourful people who inhabit them. And I chuckled rather loudly.

Cheers.

Edited to add: Crap title, though.

Godless Dave

Personally I saw the moral implications of your story. Maybe you were hoping to start a discussion about guilt and/or our personal attitudes towards prostitution, or about how the legal status of certain actions can change our perception of their moral acceptability?

Welcome to ~Elsewhere~ anyway!

sweep

lunachick: you said you could picture it all. I take it you've been there then? Unless you have a great imagination, that is! I know what you mean about circular streets. I went away the first time with a very bad impression, as six of us got stuck in the red light district all day. To make matters worse I'd been on a coach all night, hadn't slept for 48 hours, and it was a hot summers day.

hey, if you saw my adventure in slow motion, does that mean you were the fly on the wall? If you were, let me tell you lunachick, you won't get away the next time.

(who was the last 'tramp' standing, lunachick?- was it the woman with gold teeth or myself?)

godless dave: I'm glad. The sole purpose of the thread was not to shock, to make people laugh, or to warm individuals into drugs and obscure hardcore sex. What stands out in my mind is the fact that not all of the girls are unhappy. I guess that in places where the sex trade is illegal, there is a lot less control, more danger for the people who ply the trade, and higher levels of drug abuse.

personally, I didn't like prostitution as a behaviour, and one of the points I was trying to convey was that I wasn't qualified to judge until I experienced it for myself. That idea is similar to when someone takes a stand against drug use, without having first hand experience. I think one of the main problems lies where there is a hierachy concerned. The more power people have over their own trade, the more freedom they have.

lunachick

Yes. I lived 30 kms away for 2 years, and visited A'dam often.

Yes. I did get that fly-on-the-wall feeling.
Initially, I thought it was you. After I'd posted, and saw the title again, "tramp" became more ambiguous. I wasn't sure if you meant you, or her, anymore.