In describing the type of experience one expects from a “personal service provier (PSP),” I often come upon the acronyms GFE (Girlfriend experience) and PSE (Porn star experience). I wonder: What exactly does this mean? What does it connote? Why make the distinction? For example, standard fare for a porn star is to give fellatio; thus, girlfriends are not expected to give blowjobs?

And do those that claim PSE actually perform like a porn star? I know that porn stars perform a wide range of services–fisting and anal, for example–does that mean that PSPs who make such a claim will actually do these? Ok, maybe anal and fisting are a bit extreme (some however, may disagree, but please allow me that leeway), but what about facials and come-in-mouth?

Okay, in reality, I have (or, at least I think I had) experienced a PSE. I don’t think it has to do with the range of services; it’s in the way the PSP performs even the most basic sexual act. A GFE will be a more sweet, demure, conversational episode. A PSE will be more wanton and beastly.

Take the simple and trite missionary position: a PSP claiming GFE will probably give you sugary encouragement as you are mounting her. It is like enjoying fine wine with soft jazz piping through the speakers. A PSP with the PSE on her curriculum vitae will probably groan out all sorts of profanities, will stare at you with fiery hot passion, will purse her lips and bite her lips, and will show you a “come-and-fuck-me” expression on her face, akin to gulping down hard liquor with acid rock blaring.

One reader commented that I must be an ugly man because I can’t charm a woman. Another tried to lend his pseudo-intellectualism by saying that I must be a jerk because I pay P5,000 for something I can get for free. Be that as it may, it still underscores the fact that I need sex without having to go through the effort of seducing a woman. The reality is I go to PSPs for the simple reason that I need to get laid with as little complications as possible.

I wonder what is the financial comparison between charming a woman and paying a PSP to have sex with you. Charming a woman involves at least a drink plus several hours of conversation. Well, at least for me it will take several hours; I haven’t met anyone who can get a girl to go to bed with him in 30 minutes or less. My success in one-try pickups is dismally low, which means I have to call or SMS the girl a number of times. When I look back at my attempts, the sex typically happens after the third “date,” with each “date” consisting of a minimum of three bottles of beer between the both of us, sometimes six bottles of beer, plus the usual pica-pica. Then, when I am successful, it usually happens in the wee hours of the morning, like 2 am or 3 am, and I worry if I won’t be able to bring her to her doorstep, which means that there is the drive to her house. I stay in the Makati area and the worst situation that I had encountered was that I had to bring home a girl all the way to Bulacan.

Then there is the emotional baggage. Some women do get enamored and they begin calling you. Sometimes they call in most inopportune times. Somehow, the experience of swapping bodily fluids seem to make some women believe that they are beholden to you. Or that you are now beholden to them.

One reader gave one of the, if not the best reason on why I go to PSPs. I spend money not to be with them, but to make sure they leave after the deed is done.

A reader had commented on a post, basically saying that PSPs and the patronage of sites are immoral acts and are further contributing to the deterioration of society.

To which my response is: Who assigned YOU to be the moral police?

I asked a few people what acts to they consider as fundamentally immoral. They mentioned murder, rape, adultery, child abuse. I further inquired why such acts were immoral. They answered that these acts are immoral because they clearly infringe on the rights of others. In other words, there is clearly a victim in such acts.

But what about prostitution? Who is the victim in prostitution?

Is it the client? I don’t think so. He paid for a service and he received a service.

Is it the PSP? I also don’t think so. Unless coerced in the world of flesh trade, she has willingly and voluntarily chosen that way of life.

I know some moral pundits will say that the PSP is the victim because she had no choice and that poverty had forced her into that life. In that case, shouldn’t it be poverty then that should be considered immoral?

There is the stereo-typical PSP, the one that was scammed into the seedy world of prostitution, brought to the metropolitan with promises of wealth and comfort, only to discover that the bed she will lie on is not one of roses. We see this stereo-typical PSP in movies, books, TV shows, and sensationalistic news articles.

I, on the other hand, have experienced the PSPs of massage parlors, KTVs, and escorts. The great majority of them have consciously chosen that way of life. Yes, they are not proud of it. Yes, it’s a hard path to take. But it doesn’t make it immoral.

So I want to know: If one person finds prostitution immoral, what exactly makes it immoral? Please tell me who is being affected, whose rights are being violated, who is being hurt or who is being deceived.

In many forums that I have visited, one question or topic always pops up. It is on falling in love with a “personal service provider.”

I don’t really blame people for falling for a PSP. It’s not that difficult or far-fetched, especially when the PSP is good in listening, pampering, serving, and—of course—screwing.

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There are days when I want a real massage. There are days when I play a mean game of basketball. There are days when my running, biking, gym work, or whatever physical activity leaves my body aching. And I have found that the massage in these so-called “massage parlors” are severely wanting. So, where do I go? Read the rest of this entry »

Long time ago—actually, more like decades ago—Maalikaya was king of massage parlors. It spanned about four floors. The Presidential suite, located at the ground floor, was the acknowledged mecca. The waiting area was a comfortable bar slash coffee shop. The attendants were gorgeous, tall, and svelte. They even had a photo album filled with 8.5×11-inch portraits of their ladies. The rooms were spacious and even had its own private jacuzzi. The cost then was about P1,500, but bear in mind that the dollar rate then was fluctuating between P20-P24 to the dollar.

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In the Quezon Avenue area, one massage parlor has gotten my attention. And that’s Executive Health.

The reason?

Their rooms are neat, clean, and cozy. It’s not to the level of Flight 168, but is no rat-hole either.

They have a wide range of attendants. A number of them are actually quite pretty and charming. What sets Executive apart is what their attendants wear—black tube tops and tight denim jeans. It’s almost like having a KTV GRO in your room.

And, as a peculiar touch, even the greeters and desk clerks are available as attendants!

Executive Health is located in Quezon Avenue. If you are coming from EDSA, it is past West Avenue and on your left side.

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I have seen many news articles wherein adult establishments are raided and the “personal service providers” in such establishments are “rescued.” Of course we all know that prostitution is against the law, but must the forces of authority play the role of a chivalrous knight?

Yesterday I came across a news article which reported about a sex den that was raided and a 17-year old girl named Rhea was “rescued.” I admit that the girl really needed salvation. She is a minor. She was apparently trading sex for drugs. And the authorities placed her under the care of the Department of Social Welfare and Development, where she will undergo counseling and drug rehabilitation. It is an action that I do applaud. The message of Chief Insp. Valentino Lopez, chief of the Complaint and Reaction Unit of the Office of the PDEA Director General, is quite clear:

If we can save someone like Rhea, we are sending a message that we are determined to save more minors like her.

But what about the raids on massage parlors or KTVs, where the girls—who are of age—willingly and consciously enter the trade?

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The MPA I had was not a good conversationalist. Not that she was quiet and shy. It was that she couldn’t really read between the lines. There were some things that I just didn’t like to talk about, yet she kept on probing and asking questions, to the point that I began feeling uneasy and regretted picking her. For example, she asked me where I worked. I gave nothing specific.

“Just nearby,” I answered.

“Really?” she continued. “Where?”

I didn’t look her way. No smile was visible in my face. “Just around here,” I maintained.

“Really? What’s your company?”

I mean, doesn’t she get it? I DIDN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! The dialogue, though it dwelt into different themes and topics, continued with the same slant. She probed, irritatingly, where I lived, what I did for a living, do I have a girlfriend, and why don’t I have a girlfriend. My answers were curt and non-specific—yet she continued to ask questions.

Then we went into the part where we discussed the “extra service” fee. “I suppose,” she began, “you know how it goes.”

I nodded. Yes, I do.

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Of all the massage parlors around the Makati area, Eustacia Inn is becoming a favorite of mine. The rooms are clean and comfortable and lately the quality of their attendants is a notch above their nearby competitors (Palacio Don Pedro and Phoenix One). I heard that it is because one of their managers used to be a GRM from a “closed-for-renovation” KTV so she brought her talents over to Eustacia. In fact, when I visited them a few days back, a number of their attendants were dressed in GRO-cocktail attire.

Versus the nearby Phoenix One (which is just a few blocks away), parking is no problem, although it is open-parking. Moreover, the massage costs just P1,500, so it ranks high in terms of “bang-for-the-buck.” No pun intended.

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