I remember the first time I had sex - I still have the receipt. The girl was alive, as far as I could tell, she was warm and she was better than nothing. I was 16 then and I'm 41 now. I have spent 25 years throwing my money and heart at tarts.
I have slept with every nationality in every position in every country. I am a connoisseur of prostitution: I can take its bouquet, taste it, roll it around my mouth, give you the vintage. I have used brothels, saunas, private homes from the internet and ordered girls to my flat prompt as pizza. While we are on the subject, I have also run a brothel. And I have been a male escort. I wish I was more ashamed. But I'm not. I love prostitutes and everything about them.
And I care about them so much I don't want them to be made legal. In English brothels you shuffle into a seedy room so dim you can only meet the girl by Braille. But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. It was so touching, so sweet, so kind.
There should always, no matter what, be politeness. It is the way the outside world should work, selfishly but honestly. The great thing about sex with whores is the excitement and variety. If you say you're enjoying sex with the same person after a couple of years you're either a liar or on something.
Of all the sexual perversions, monogamy is the most unnatural. Most of our affairs run the usual course. This explains much of the friction in our lives - love being the delusion that one woman differs from another. But with brothels there is always the exhilaration of not knowing what you're going to get. The problem with normal sex is that it leads to kissing and pretty soon you've got to talk to them.
