The title is just the first thing that popped into my mind; I may change it later.
Imagine a world where if a woman just was stressed and over-worked, worried about her family perhaps, or studying for midterm exams and needed a physical and mental reset to relax---a world where, next to the nail salon in the strip mall next to Publix, she could stop in for a quick orgasm. Maybe the shop takes appointments, but walk-ins are welcome too.
This world of sexual and gender equality came to me after waking from a dream. Rated PG.
I, (if I'm entirely honest) a frumpy unfit yet attractive woman, am out for a girl's night with three beautiful women. One of which is Sandra Bullock, who is almost exactly my age but is not frumpy or unfit. Just to be clear. So you have the visual.
In my dream, we are in a maze of stages, cafes and bars separated by cozy lounge areas. We're not really there for the music, but for each other. We talk and laugh and drink and eat. Throughout the night in a private room, when each woman is ready, she is given an orgasm by another in the group. I am unwilling to be a giver, for childhood abuse reasons, so I watch and wonder at the female human body. It's all very friendly.
My turn is last and Sandy is my giver. I stop to freshen up, and go back to meet them, but I get lost. There are all these aisles dividing these separate areas, definitely not designed on a grid system, and though I am diligent in my search, I cannot find my way back to them.
I don't wake up disappointed. It was a fun dream. Not just fun, but relaxed and open. The four of us had a space to be whole and complete women.
Which brings me to the she-shop idea.
Men have been catered to at saloons and baths throughout history.
Imagine a world where women were given the same opportunity.
Maybe when you imagine it, you see male sex workers mixed in there as well. My imagination didn't allow for men. Again, being honest, but as I was first sexually abused at four years old by a man with a penis, you'll forgive me my bias. I'm not gay. I wasn't ever allowed to be gay. I have no idea what being gay would even be like.
...and back to the she shop: midterms, lunch breaks. The thirty minutes before picking up the kids from school, instead of parking in a line of cars a quarter-mile long, you stop in for a quickie and then pick them up when there is no line. Self care list: hair trim, nails done, orgasm. Then stop at the grocery store for some dinner ingredients. Maybe there's a cell phone friendly online booking menu: giver preference, scent preferences, music choices, lighting. Maybe even a warm couch area, or a bed choice, or a full one-hour bubbly bath. Not like a cold doctor's table covered in paper. For an extra charge, they can give you flowers on your way out. Or a balloon.
Gift cards available for Mother's Day...