“Temple of the Whore”

“Temple of the Whore”. How did we get so far from truth? There was a time that men’s sexually needs were treated not only as healthy and normal, but sacred.

The women that saw to these need’s where the most respected women in the community; the virgin’s of the temple. People stepped out of their way and bowed their heads as they past. No one would dare to either contradict or speak against them. It is an historical fact (although at the moment I am unable to document my source) that at this time there was very little war. Why bother, if you can just pop down to the temple and get your rocks of with a highly trained goddess of love? Where did we go so wrong?

I have never seen sex as bad or dirty and detest the term “naughty” when applied to sex. Naughty is a child who has eaten all the frosting off the birthday cake before the guests arrive. Not a woman who is sharing the gift of love.

I must admit I was fearful when I took up this profession, given our society’s views on sexuality. My compliments to the gentleman I have met so far. You have truly made me feel like a goddess in the temple of love.

Back on the scene!

The Mysterious Maxeem is back on the scene,
You may ask yourself, goodness, where has she been?
Well she’s not been to London to visit the Queen!
She’s travelled the world to see how it’s doing
And has come back to report there’s trouble a brewing
The people refuse to stay were there stuffed
They’re telling their leaders they’ve had quite enough!

T’was first the Arab world we saw spring,
But now even Europe is catching the thing.
Presidents are being asked to step down,
Even Sarkozy is wearing a frown!

In Malaysia the people are pushing the posers,
In China the students stopped fearing the dozers.
Now back here in Britain I’m happy to see,
My sisters still stand for their own Liberty.

In the begining

So my first blog. EVER!
I've always wondered what possessed people to write their thoughts and daily doings for all the world to see. That said I do keep a journal of my continually evolving philosophy of life. I come from a long line of existentialists. However, I am probably the first to practice the worlds oldest profession. (Although I am sure there were many to partake of their fruits!)
Just back from a thoroughly enjoyable escapade in Paris where the Gentleman, weather and wine were truly sublime. I took advantage of the afternoon sun to wander through the book stalls on the rive gauche to pick up a few pocket sized Giono to put a polish on my French. There's a fine bottle of bubbly that I just managed to slip into my valise for the Gentleman who can answer all my "Quiz Questions" ( or one that just makes me feel like popping the cork!)
Two things I can not tolerate; bad manners and bad wine!