SGB said:
"When you consider sex as a collaborative performance rather than a commodity which women 'give' and men 'get' then the sex worker is analogous to the session musician (maybe the one playing on a record s/he thinks is not up to much)."
They should write that into the marriage vows:
Here we go:
Vicar:
'Do you, Mrs Trumpet, accept Mr trombone to be your collaborative sex partner as long as you both have puff in you?
Mrs Trumpet
'Probably not. Can't tell yet.'
Vicar:
'And do you, Mr Trombone, accept Mrs Trumpet to be your lawful wedded blow job?'?'
Mr trombone/SGB: 'Don't be too fast there vicar-mate. I fancy giving the bassoonist one actually. If Mrs Trumpet can't give me enough collaborative sex I am pretty sure a chap with an instrument the size of THAT will'
Vicar:
"Sir, you are wise beyond the length of your collaborative dick. What's with all this promising and vows shite anyway?
(removes dog collar)
I declare these proceedings null and void.
'All head for the canapes.'
And then a boy child was born.
Conceived that night among the mayhem of canapes, trombones and bassoons.
And nobody gave a fuck about the little boy in their rush to have collaborative sex and lots of it as that is a basic need. Like breathing.
Amen