The Making of a Monger

Growing up
Why do some of us seek out prostitutes why others settle down and marry at a relatively early age? I can only talk from my own experience and memories.

My father left when I barely 5 years old, this was due to my mother having had an affair. This had happened due to a lack of money and my mother having to go out and work part-time in a local factory. She was a very attractive woman. One guy knowing she was married with a young family could not stop sexually harassing her and eventually she caved in.

From 5 to 16 this continued and I had various substitute fathers. So certainly I grew up without a father figure and slowly my respect for my mother and womenfolk deteriorated. This is all I knew, So family life for me was basically non-existent or a constant source of heartache and let down. Have I now developed a Madonna-Whore complex? Maybe a Misogynist? Apparently prostitution is an unintended consequence of Misogyny which then in turn is due to family breakdown or a lack of family values.

You shall not covet your neighbour’s house; you shall not covet your neighbour’s wife, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbour.

You shall not commit adultery.

Pornography - Classifieds
When I was barely old enough to drink I came in one night on drugs and speeding and feeling really horny. Alone in my bedroom I browsed through the classified ads of one of my uncles porno mags. This must have been the first time the thought of contacting a prostitute had entered my head. If Viagra had been available then and I had took one for a laugh I would have exploded! I remember ringing a London based hookers number from the classifieds of Fiesta. It was very late and I guess she was not working these kind of hours.

Local Pub Scene
Back then the local pubs of any UK town were mostly a man's place, they closed at 11pm and there were no local nightclubs to let off steam and perhaps find a suitable partner. Back then it seemed impossible I was ever going to get my leg over in my local town. Adding to this I was not born with the body of Adonis and also quite shy with women especially good looking ones.

A young guy is so desperate to lose his virginity due to peer pressure. The cause of much under-age sex and unwanted pregnancies no doubt. During these years I always wanted to date the girls I could not get and sometimes would wake up only with the local town scrubber in my bed to then face the embarrassment of everyone knowing and so further sealing my fate of a man of disrepute. I drank with a bunch of mates who were of similar disposition and basically we would get pretty out of it which was not helping the situation.

It seemed then that the lowest common denominator ruled supreme or that of the culture of the moron. Those who are sensitive or who have creativity will not procreate in this environment. No, much better to be a football hooligan or something having equal status. In times of antiquity these guys rose to to the top and still this exists although now at least in developed civilisations these guys at most can become gangster number one. Not something I ever aspired too or wanted to become.

Get rich quick, or die trying

Nature prefers those that are good at reproducing not those that are good.

Local Stud
There was one local guy who was a bit of a hardnut and his reputation proceeded him. He was not bad looking but no way a Brad Pitt. Neally every weekend he would pull and sometimes they were not bad. Basically he never went without, this was not a problem on his mind. He was pretty fearless.

Often guys would ask how he did it. His response was always the same. You saw me with the one that said yes, not the 10 before that said no, or slapped my face, told me to fuck off or kneed me in the bollocks! So he did not fear rejection. Guys would compare themselve to him physically not understanding it was his mental attitude of persistence that paid dividends in the end.

The problem is alot of young guys growing up have such a fragile personality, they delude themselves that they are gods gift and yet are afraid to ask a girl out in fear of being rejected and their fantasy world breaking down or having an identity crisis.

Complex
I had not then learnt how one can transform their body image through exercise and weight training, as a young guy I had a lot to learn. It would seem rather than developing the body of Adonis you were much more likely to develop an Adonis complex or Narcissus complex. A common personality trait of all the small town local psychotics. Not help with excessive consumption of alcohol and drugs which seemed to be one of in things to do to.

It would seem you have to get as drunk as everyone around you to feel numb about your surroundings. Reality can be a very uncomfortable place, some it seems turn to drink and drugs, others religion and the bible or more recently Islam and the Koran. God Forbid, given a choice, I would definitely choose drink and drugs.

Is this any way to meet your partner for life? a haphazard affair, law of the jungle, survival of the fitness. I can understand why alternative cultures prefer arranged marriages setup. Problem there is yes you are guaranteed a partner but hell she could be as ugly as sin itself with a personality to match! A chance all the same, possibly resulting in an honerable death if you dont like your spouse chosen for you. Thanks but no thanks! So much for courtship...

No I wanted the easy route to regular pussy and it not to be restricted to a very small minority of girls in my local pub, getting my head stamped on and then eventually contributing to local inbred feral gene pool. This meant being in the company of prostitutes actively engaging in prostitution.

Amsterdam - Rite of passage
The first time I ever paid for sex was in Amsterdam in the beginning of 1985. I wonder how many young guys have lost their virginity through a 20 minute quickie down a dark ally of the infamous red light district of Amsterdam?

Its seems a rite of passage that groups of young guys go over there to explore their sexuality.
In Amsterdam, I remember being drunk and thumbling around in the dark with some dark skinned woman in lingerie with gorgeous tits and a dark hairy pussy which has always been a turn on for me.
Back at home I worried about my reputation and that I may have caught a sexually transmitted disease(STD) even though I was made to wear a condom. I got the all OK and the doctor was keen to remind me that such activity was immoral.

I returned to Amsterdam many times well into my early twenties but although I had a good look I never went with another hooker there but just smoked lots of cannabis in the coffee shops dotted all over the city centre. Something I did alot back in those days and kind of lived in a paranoid haze. Time is on your side when you are young though, or so you think.

As I was with friends I think each one of us was more concerned with our reputations back home. It was not because I did not want to. Underneath I must have still have been hoping I would meet a nice girl back home. But I had definitely got a taste for travel and sex. I liked Amsterdam, Dutch people and especially Dutch girls, I wanted to live here at the time.

This is what a monger loves sex and travel with women of different nationalities and ethnicities. Compared to the pub scene back home it seemed to be a different world. Except when you bumped into a bunch of drunk Brits.

I can only imagine what it must be like to have grown up within a happy functional family unit, if there really is such a thing. But with such positive role models it must be only natural you seek to emualate that which is familar to you. For those guys in a marriage, dont you get bored? Do you still covertly seek out the company of prostitutes from time to time?