It is an unfortunate fact of life that people like to put their heroes on pedestals and later shoot them down. Many of us fall in love and place our objects of affection up above ourselves, until they fall short of our expectations and then we lop off their legs to cut them down to size. In Australia, we have something called the Tall Poppy syndrome, where anyone in this society who is raised above others is eventually pulled down and crapped on. Erotic literature is often devalued by a lack of confidentiality; but the public lap it up like a dog does his own sick.

The ‘tell all’ story by a vixen, or a victim, in the Sunday papers is keenly read by the punters; especially by women. They love to get all the sordid and dirty details deep inside their heads. Flagrant disregard for standards of proprietary behaviour, the liberating libido of the slut revealed, and the besmirched golden boy betraying his wife and family. Tasty titbits served up, with coffee and breakfast, courtesy of the gutter press. Nothing sells newspapers better except a juicy murder or a kiddie fiddler exposed; although that has become rather commonplace of late.

Erotic Literature Devalued by Lack of Confidentiality

Does the high class escort have a code of confidentiality that he or she should keep? Is it part of the high wack they charge for their services? Is the lonely, or simple sleazy, celebrity actor or sportsperson justified in thinking that their identity will be safe in the hands of their call girl? Obviously not, if the current brouhaha about stories sold to newspapers and marriages wrecked is to be believed. Erotic literature devalued by lack of confidentiality, but like sugar lapped up by the madding crowd. They love it for a brief moment, for as long as it takes to share it with hubby or girlfriend.

Erotic literature devalued by lack of confidentiality; it sure is. Selling your secrets to the press if you are a high paid call girl or escort, damages business for all your colleagues. You may have pocketed a few thousand quid, but the next randy celebrity might settle for self-relief, rather than risk his reputation with the lips that have sucked his dick. That mouth and tongue may turn feral and spill more than beans to the media whores. There is more than one kind of prostitute in this nefarious world we live in. It is a far far better thing I do…