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Amsterdam…EPIC FAIL!!!!!!!!!! – Even WITH a live sex show.

Jul 09, 2011

I’m not a pothead, I’ve kindly left psychedelics in the past and I don’t pay for sex. So, in Amsterdam terms, where does that leave me? Do you know the feeling that came over me once I entered the infamous Red Light District? Sadness.

Sadness which later turned into disgust swirled within it.

My friends, Rick and Keen, and I arrived at around 7pm and scanned for a nice spot to eat. I’m hardly ever shocked by shit, so for me, it was just another night out, walking around a city with friends. I would have enjoyed the night even if I were in a big field with only grass, sheep and cows. My friends are usually what make my experience. Hence, why I travel. It’s to spend time with my friends, NOT for the places. (Or, just to escape from “my world” and find solace)

There is actually a reason WHY I’m in Holland, which may reveal itself later. Or not. However, it’s a stepping stone that has lead to future “endeavors.”  I’m not going to be able to write about it, as this site is accessible to all, (well, all except those who’s countries and companies haven’t banned my ass) but I will do what I will do…and in the end, if I have something to share and can, I will.

“The Netherlands is listed by the UNODC as a top destination for victims of human trafficking.”

After reading these words, I went to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, my nose began to tingle and tears began to form. I knew it. Fuck. I knew it.

I had to look it up today as my friend Rick kept on saying that the girls who work in the windows and do the sex shows, etc have all made a “choice.” Each girl trying to lure customers into their rooms, made my heart sink. While people, mostly guys, were running the alleys laughing while taking in their surroundings, or dragging their jaws on the ground, all I wanted to do was grab all the girls and provide them with a better alternative.

We sent Keen in to one of the girl’s “windows” to find out prices.

€50 for a blow job and sex.

€80 for a blow job and anal.

My 30 min (15 mins each way) cab ride to and from the shopping center (Rotterdam City Center) and my hotel basically comes to €50.

So, these beautiful, young girls are having SEX with greasy ass desperate horny pathetic dickheads for what it costs me, just in transit, to go shopping. Fabulous. THEN, if it’s a trafficking victim, they’re doing it all and putting a smile on their face…for nothing. Literally FUCKING (for) nothing.

All day, I’ve been in a blank daze. I can’t begin to explain the disheartening and overwhelming feeling that has blasted gently yet intensely over me since verifying my worst “gut” intuitions. Here in begins the “secret missions” of Cara Bear Chanderlust. I could care less if I EVER went back to Amsterdam again…however, I’ve picked up a shovel and once I start digging, I’m never one to stop.

It’s like cancer. It keeps growing and growing inside of me. Consuming my thoughts and arresting my daily functions. The only release is figuring out a way to treat it somehow and until I do, the cancer will remain, worsen and eat me up inside.

Baby steps.

In the military, back in the day (as it’s the stories that I get – probably happening now but I don’t have stories to back it up) there are accounts (trusted source) of poor, desperate women backing up to fences (surrounding the bases), baby in hand while getting FUCKED by soldiers for as little as $5USD. Like COME the fuck on. Who are you? What are these women to you? Dogs? Available orifices? What kind of person takes advantage of the desperation of another in such deplorable ways? How can you devalue a person in such a way? If you’re gonna get your rocks off, at least be decent enough to give out something more in sync to what she’s worth as a human being instead of tossing out whatever you can get away with. If you are going to use her like a fucking rag and toss her away when you are done with getting your carnal demands met, at least be compassionate enough to throw her more than a dried up bone. 5 bucks?!?!!?!

If you know me, I’m all about free, wild, uninhabited love (ok, sex. However you wish to call it). Multiple partners, switching, boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl-boy-girl. Whatever. As long as everyone’s having fun, consenting, etc. LACK of SELF CONTROL to where you invade another person’s life with your selfish desires is what burns me. Seriously. I can’t stand it. It makes my skin crawl til I want to pop out of it, like a suicide bomber, to where I take YOUR sorry ass out with me. Hence, why most men disgust me. It's like, control yourself man. UGH. I hate, that in most cases, the little head holds the joystick to the big one.

I HATE that if you tell a guy friend “no”…sometimes he’s blinded by the boundaries and respect of friendship because of the little head and pushes forth on his urgings without the least care that the last place you want to be is under him and him inside you.

Are you so weak? Dumb? What? Please help me understand you, you waste-of-space, insignificant neanderthals.

We watched a live sex show. €35 (You know me, I gotta put my been there done that stamp on everything and yes, I know that’s supporting the “industry” but I had to see it to soak in what’s out there) Yes, I even got on stage. Just fun light stuff/game in the beginning involving a banana. The dancer was sweet’n’nice, from Argentina. I wanted to save her from bringing one of the greaseball men out of the audience. Nothing you’re probably picturing…you knowing me.

The show consisted of 6 performers. 2 Dancers/entertainers, semi-nude but no sex; one blonde, one brunette. Then, alternating after those acts were the sex shows. The dancers were above average. Nice bodies. A little aged. The first sex act, was rather disturbing as the male nor female had any life to their faces. It was as if they were drugged up bodies going through mechanical motions, and get this, to the beats of TECHNO. Yeah. Picturing it? Pornographic twilight zone. The second sex performers were better on the eyes but yeah, all in all, a rather odd experience.

Who would have predicted that the favorite and most satisfying part of my first real night in Amsterdam would be getting a special order of prosciutto along with my caprese salad? (shoulda asked for arugula too. Mmmmmmmm. Now THAT woulda been heaven.)

Every day I still continue my readings/research on human trafficking. Funny how without effort or planning I’ve managed to fall right smack dab into it. I never really put into thought the place I was going. I guess because it's so commercialized, the seedy underground criminally run factor never linked together in my mind. Amsterdam didn’t impress me at all. It’s beyond over-rated, like Vegas, but at least Vegas has impressive architecture to lose oneself in, quality shows, clubs and restaurants.    

That whole “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” mentality I find annoying. (Same kinda concept here in Amsterdam. What most people wouldn’t do in their homegrown rinky dinky towns back home, they “secretly” do here. You see it all over.) There’s all these hidden “freaks” out there who decide to hit a certain location and go wild. Like, WTF? Why does everyone gotta be so closeted and shady? Once you get into the inner workings of the world’s societal infrastructure you begin to pile on, layer after layer, a whole big, discouraging cluster fuck of SHIT.

A meteor should just come and hit us already. The world, needs a serious renovation. OR, be ruled by women with every piggy ass male (nice ones can be free) in crates, where they belong. (proded and tortured like the mindless, useless animals that they are)

One can dream, no?

Seriously, outside of the sex slaves and drugs, what in the hell is so special about Amsterdam??

Weak desperation is such a turn off.
All in all, if ya need to pay...be fair.
Be honest, you know when you are being CHEAP!