Mar 04 2014 ∞
“ When you open a novel—and I mean of course the real thing—you enter into a state of intimacy with its writer. You hear a voice or, more significantly, an individual tone under the words. This tone you, the reader, will identify not so much by a name, the name of the author, as by a distinct and unique human quality. It seems to issue from the bosom, from a place beneath the breastbone. It is more musical than verbal, and it is the characteristic signature of a person, of a soul. Such a writer has power over distraction and fragmentation, and out of distressing unrest, even from the edge of chaos, he [or she] can bring unity and carry us into a state of intransitive attention. People hunger for this.
“ In academic literature on prostitution, demand often reduces to market forces that promote prostitution and trafficking, as if there are no actual men who are the driving forces. Men once more become invisible. It is not market forces or genderless persons who, as British MP Denis MacShane has written, “insist on a right to put money down and insert their penises into women’s bodies.” Economic rhetoric distances us from the fact that most buyers are ordinary men who may be our fathers, brothers, husbands, partners, and friends.
Raymond, G. Janice. “Not A Choice, Not A Job: Exposing the Myths About Prostitution and the Global Sex Trade.” Potomac Books, (p. 63)