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The Pan magazine was this month about prostitution. These are articles
about subjects that has to do with that. Among others
there were photos of Puta & Johnny Warehouse's low-priced body
put in as decoration.
One article, is the autobiography of Johnny Warehouse with the headline;
How I became the cheapest whore in the whole wide world.
It goes like this:
Since childhood I have been afraid that in order to survive in this
world I had to follow the square society norms, which were to get
married, buy a house, car, and a dog and then just wait to die. Of
course you also have to have some children of your own in order to
repeat the pattern.
I needed some excitement so I wouldn't bore myself to death. I got
that by stealing, indulging in writing graffiti, committing wanton
acts of destruction of property and other things the norms wouldn't
allow you to do. One day I came to the conclusion that being criminal
was just an unsuccessful attempt of rebelling against the norms.
To express my frustration I started wearing make-up and avant garde,
androgynous clothes, write music and make shows. When even that wasn't
enough I began to prostitute myself to rich men and women. So I could
have the opportunity to travel to exciting places, meet exciting people
and get everything I desired. Many of my costumers were lawyers, engineers,
accountants, etc. During the day they were neat, respectable and devoted
to their duty. At night I was their sex slave. A lot of them wanted
me to abuse them verbally and then take advantage of them sexually.
Others were more romantic and then there were those who got a kick
out of treating me like dirt.
Eventually I realized that I was their dark side, a side they didn't
accept in themselves which they were now superimposing on me. I became
a symbol of their self denial. It gave me great pleasure and it still
does today.
Now I'm experimenting on how I can go even further and that's why
I became the cheapest whore in the whole wide world, a person who
appreciates to be treated as an object and not as a human being with
sensitive feelings and emotions. Noone, and I repeat, noone is cheaper
than me. You can buy me for free use for a whole year and the payment
will be one blow of smoke from a cheap cigaret.
Johnny Warehouse |
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