How far would you go for $100 an hour? Would you sell yourself for an hour? Would you commit a crime? Would you... ?

Would you let a man fondle and play with your breasts in exchange for money? Assuming you are female and have breasts.

What do you think about a guy who would pay for that, $100 an hour.

What do you think about a woman who would consent to that.

I have no answers, just the possibility of $100 an hour.

I think my brother would be really upset, should he ever find out. I think my Mother wouldn't be crazy about it, but she might understand.

Am I a total sleazebag? I've been a nice girl all my life. I never slept around before, during or after my marriage. What does it matter? I'm 41 now, no shy, blushing virgin.

Sometimes men, with their need for a fuck (not sex and certainly not making love) make me sick. I hate them in ways. Reading the Craiglist posts for the Toronto list, all the personals from men are geared to sex. Even the few that mention more have to add sex or the emphasis on the way she looks rather than the person she is. In reality do they really want more than a blow up doll, I think not.

So, when I need money and I really don't expect I will find another man to have around in my life, why not get $100 an hour? If I can stand to be touched, if I can reserve everything in my mind and just be a blow up doll, why not do it?

The only problem I can see is just being too grossed out to follow through with it. I am about as virginal as 41 years old woman is likely to be. Maybe I'm a bit prudish just from a lack of experience, having only had sex with the man I was married to. One boyfriend after the divorce but no sex. My life is too crazy to be real.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Friday August 06, 2004  

Tired of dating? Fed up with weeding through the singles market only to find yourself spending an evening with yet another dud? Well, I have the solution for you! Date a robot, also known as an android or mechanical human type creature.

Why settle for another lonely, sad night in front of your computer (cybering?) when you could be out with your perfect match, custom made and completely there for you, only you. Designed to meet your specifications for everything from hair colour to taste in movies. Like big hands on a guy? No problem. Like big hooters on a woman? You can help her lift those puppies around when her bra straps snap. Fill out the order form, pay for your purchase and decide when you want delivery. Simple as that.

Well, not quite. As we know there are no robodates. You can't have a date on command, built to perform and live up to all your expectations. We are stuck with each other, for now. But, think, what if there were robodates, men and women made to order?

No more worrying about sexual disease, no need to buy condoms either. You can sleep with your robotic date on the first date or never, however it suits you. But, there is no fear of catching any STDs, AIDS or herpes. Avoiding pregnancy is not a problem, unless you want it to be.

Think of the perfect date, then live it. No waiting for your date to show up. No wondering if he or she will like you, ditch you or pretend to laugh at your jokes. No need to agonize over pick up lines or dressing to impress. Your date will already be impressed. Just as if they had taken a love potion, you are exactly what they want, desire and look for. In short, they are already programmed to want to be with you. No matter what you think of yourself, your date will think you are the greatest thing since sliced bologna.

Of course, robodate is prepared for anything you want to do. If you want to go dancing robo date is a good dancer and can sing along to any song. Like to go camping, no problem. Robodate is athletically inclined and always in good shape. Long for a decent chess partner or someone to cuddle up with and be a couch potato? Not a problem for robodate. He or she will be content with your choice of activity or non activity. Robodate is a great companion.

None of your fetishes will gross out or annoy robodate. Ask for what you want. Whether you want a cuddly sex kitten, a fiery Domme, a total slut, a strong submissive man, a romantic poet or a sadistic Dom robodate can handle it, and you! Make your list and check it twice, robodate doesn't wear out, he or she only needs to be re-charged once a month. If you have no sexual use for robodate you can always enjoy a great full body massage or have him or her clean your car. Whatever you'd like.

Robodate will not forget your important dates such as anniversaries and birthdays. You can bring robodate home to meet your family where he or she will either shock or amaze them, as you choose.

Some may think a robodate would be too mechanical, too perfect or too impersonal. But that's not so. Robodates are programmed to mesh with your personality, your likes and dislikes but there is room for individuality, passions and independence. Just enough to keep them interesting and not sounding like some one with no mind of their own, some mindless drone.

After the date, however things turned out, robodate will be ready for a second date. However if you never choose to call that's fine too. Robodate will not become some crazy stalker or hang around desperately waiting for you, all clingy and needy. After a month your robotic date will simply be recycled back into the system, all the parts are reusable. Robotic dates are environmentally friendly and run on solar power.

What does a human have over an android? Read Scanny's column to see what he thinks.

Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Monday January 26, 2004  

You should have slapped him, you should have smacked him, you should have.... It's circling round and round in my mind like water going down the drain. I can hear it gurgle.

What would you do if a man kissed you and you didn't want it? You can't give a kiss back. Though it would be interesting to come up with the correct polite protocol. Returning kisses is usually something quite different and much more romantic and desirable.

In my case I didn't bitch slap him. But, I think (and I have been thinking about it) that I did just right. Maybe not perfectly right but I did fine. I was uncomfortable and yet curious too. I'm not someone who gets picked up by men, I seldom get noticed in fact. The whole thing was like being offered a chance to live someone else's life for a short time. It was interesting, it's still interesting.

I didn't ask to be picked up. I didn't do anything to encourage him other than sit and talk. I did ask for him to stop when he began kissing me. I did give him a push away. But I did not put myself at risk by doing something as stupid as slapping a man I don't know and can't predict. I was alone in the parking lot, there was no one else around. I don't even know anyone in that town. My closest family and friends are a two hour drive away.

In my life I've been hit by two men. However, I have never hit a man. I can't think of anyone I've hit but for the time I spanked my nephew when he terrified me by running out into traffic.

The experience of being hit by a man is alarming and terribly frightening. His face gets ugly, like a nightmare mask. His eyes bug out, his voice rises and he grabs your body as if it were a cat's chew toy. You have no control at that point. You just wait for it to be over so you can pick up your pieces and leave while he's not ranting.

So, for those who think I should have slapped him (and there were a few of you) I think you need to watch less TV. It's all fine to go around hitting and slapping people when you're following a script but in real life things are different. I don't intend to become violent or have someone else become violent with my person. It's not fun and it's not sexy. Really, it's a hell of an experience.

I don't think I should have slapped him. I'm really glad that I kept my head and drove myself away. I watched in my rearview mirror all the way home in case he had followed me. One good thing about having such a long drive was that I was sure I was alone by the time I got off the first big road.

I'm not good at meeting men. I married the first guy I had sex with and I didn't get married until I was over 30. Then that didn't work out so I'm back to square one with a few more dents than I started with. But, I am back, sort of. I don't know what I'm looking for or what I want. I used to know. These days I don't even know what I need. There is no type.

I hear other women discussing men and saying "He's not my type." What does that mean really? He doesn't interest me is what I think it really means. So just say it.

So many women are looking for a man. But our way of doing it is coy. Meet his eyes once, then look away and pretend you're not taking peeks at him when you think he isn't going to see you peeking. Kid stuff. Suck it up and meet his gaze, draw it to you and pull the poor bastard in. If he doesn't come over fine, he might be a good boy or a married boy. Don't get discouraged just move along to the next one.

The less you want a man the more they seem to be drawn to you. My married sister attracts more men than I do. But, I think somehow they can sense I'm looking. She isn't. She has two kids, a husband she can really count on who does stand up to her when he chooses to. They're an interesting blend of two people.

Anyway, I think if I decided I don't really want to bother with men I'd soon have one. But, the odd part is that except for sex, companionship and children I really don't want a man. I can open my own jars, take care of bugs and I can always buy a step ladder if I need one to reach high shelves.

Do you ever flirt, tease or show off just to prove you're here? I do. Part for the joy of life, part to get attention and part just to be a part of the world. Grandstanding I guess you could call it.

Some people flirt or tease as a means of winning friends, checking to see if they're as much liked as they want to be or just to make sure everyone is watching them. I like to be watched too but not all the time, just the times when I feel like I want to be watched. The times I feel like showing off. If I don't feel like flirting or showing off you may as well fade into the woodwork cause... I want to be alone. Bite me.

I love time to myself, the freedom to not care, not give a rat's ass how I look or what anyone thinks. Time to pick my nose, clip my toe nails, read a book, dream up incredibly twisted story plots some of which will never see the light outside my brain stem.

Anyway, the flirting is fun, when I'm in the mood. How about you? Why do you flirt and what do you get out of it? Do you just flirt or do you go all the way? I would do that, go all the way, if I had a partner in crime to play with.