ShadowDance

Interpreter wrote:Съвсем ми се объркаха понятията.
Аз все си мислех, че дотраките всъщност са траки с прабългарски произход.
А Дрого си е чисто българско име - Драго, с подмяна на отвореното "а" в полу-отворено "О".

We all know I've not yet read A Game of Thrones - though I'm loving the HBO series based on the book thus far - but I have read, and adored, Fevre Dream, Dreamsongs and many of Martin's recent anthology contributions. Perhaps I'd feel differently if I'd spent several years on tenterhooks, waiting to see what Winter finally brings, but... you know, I doubt it. All stories are created equal.

OK, sure, I'd be paying him for each individual date, not giving him a weekly retainer to come at my beck and call, but think of the *investment* I've put in! The time and effort involved in developing that ersatz relationship! I'll be so looking forward to the eighth and final date with its angry sex bust-up! Shit, the better he is at blowjobs and faux-boyfriendery, the more I'll be chomping at the bit for each next date! Not that I'll treat him with more respect for it. Hell, no!

I'm gonna start calling him up then, saying, where's my fucking fifth date, bitch? We've got a fucking deal. I'm a regular john, a fucking *subscriber*. You got into bed with me in the first place, motherfucker, so you're my boy-whore now. I'll go round to his door, irate at being kept waiting. I'm horny and you're a fucking slut, I'll say, so get your fucking coat on cause you owe me my fifth date. Now. No date-raping stalker boorishness will be too low for me in my contempt.

I'll take no fucking protests. Bitch went into the whole ersatz relationship thing with the deliberate aim of making money. So I'm fucking entitled to ask where the hell my date is... no matter if I only paid for each date as and when it happened. It's that "investment" thing, remember. I mean, I'll have been *investing* all this time and energy. I'll *still* be investing all this *interest*, all this *care*, all this desire for fulfilment. My *demand* for satiation is my *right* to it, motherfucker.

I mean, let's face it. That bitch-slut of a boy-whore didn't invent prostitution, but he certainly went along with it, so fuck his freedom not to get on his knees before me and suck my mighty cock. I have every right to harangue and heckle him until that fucking whore gives me the service he's unofficially contracted to.

Yeah, I'm gonna be a fucking contemptuous and contemptible cunt of a human being, and a self-righteous prick about it to boot.

You're either going into that first date *respecting* that they're a human being and a freelance artist/craftsman, and allowing them leeway as such, or you're going in with no respect for the craft as a craft, no respect for the escort as an artist of emotional and sensual delights, and no respect for them as an individual whose life does not revolve around your desire.

If you want to walk away and never trust that escort again cause it all went south, well, that's the way it goes. You just have to accept that what they were doing was a whole lot more complex than just offering their ass up for you to fuck, and that means they couldn't just be your menial minion, dropping their trousers mechanically every Friday at 6. All I'm saying is that those who can't/won't accept that craftsmanship comes with uncertainty... where they lash out at the escort with vitriolic hectoring, they deserve the contempt meted out to any abusive john.

The contract is actually very simple. If you're not gonna be a good john, go elsewhere. The bad johns can stick with the cheap hustlers who'll suck it when they say... and then they can bitch to their heart's content about how that slut ain't really satisfying them with his shit-smeared stinky assholes and his utter inability to play boyfriend with any degree of skill. They can try and find an escort who'll kowtow to their abusive bullshit *and* actually satisfy them with the quality of his service. That bad john might even be lucky. It won't change the fact they're an entitled arse.

The Dragon wrote:То от завършен до завършен има много работа - Мартин е завършил ръкописа. Сега вече почват 1 000 000 глупости - през корици, оформление и бог знае какво още. Тук ще ми е интересно Валери да сподели за колко време се справя с една такава тухла като превод.