Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey
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Authors: Oliver Markus
Tags: #addiction, #depression, #mental illness, #suicide, #drugs, #prostitution, #prostitution slavery, #drugs and crime, #prostitution and drug abuse, #drugs abuse
Sex and Crime is an autobiographical book that
follows the incredible life of Oliver, a teenage hacker in Aachen,
Germany, who is the victim of traumatic childhood abuse and suffers
from PTSD. He falls in love with an American girl online, and
spends many hours on the phone with her every day for a year, until
he moves in with her in New York. After his crazy adventures as a
New York cab driver, he becomes a successful cartoonist and goes on
to be an Internet millionaire. A painful divorce throws him into a
deep, almost suicidal depression until he falls in love with a
heroin addict and he ends up moving to Fort Myers, Florida. As his
life spirals more and more out of control, Oliver gets sucked
deeper and deeper into the dark world of drug addiction and
prostitution.
"Fans of BREAKING BAD and ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK are
going to love this book."
"A fascinating glimpse into the dark world of
prostitution and drug addiction."
"It's a snapshot of the mental health crisis in
America. After reading this book, I realized that we are all a
little crazy. Some more than others."
"If you liked THE PERKS OF BEING A WALLFLOWER, SILVER
LININGS PLAYBOOK or ZOO STATION, you're going to get hooked on this
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"FORREST GUMP meets 50 SHADES OF GREY."
"One of the rare books that is not only highly
entertaining, but also profound and deeply moving."
"Love is an addiction. And we are all addicted. This
book explains why addicts do what they do. Sometimes with painfully
brutal honesty, but always with empathy and compassion."
Sex and Crime: Oliver's Strange Journey
By Oliver Markus
Copyright 2014 Oliver Markus
Published by Westhoff Publishing
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ISBN-13: 978-0615975504
ISBN-10: 061597550X
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Oliver's Strange Journey
by Oliver Markus
Westhoff Publishing
Based on true events.
All names have been changed to protect the not so
innocent.
Dear Reader,
This is my story. It's not pretty. It
involves sex, drugs, crimes, betrayal, bad relationships and really
terrible relationships, codependency and cruelty.
I like to think that I'm a good person. I
like to think that I have morals and integrity. But nobody is
perfect, and I have done things I'm not proud of. There are many
things that I'm embarrassed about or even ashamed of. Looking back
at them today makes me cringe.
So why am I writing about them? I'm not
really sure. I just had to get it all off my chest, I guess. I hear
confessionals are supposed to be cathartic.
Every person is the sum of their past
experiences. I am who I am today because of every little thing I've
done or gone through. Hopefully I've learned something from it all,
and today I'm a better person for it.
Oliver
"The truth brings with it a great measure of
absolution, always."
R.D. Laing
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell
it."
Emily Dickinson
"Truth that is naked is the most beautiful, and the
simpler its expression the deeper is the impression it makes; this
is partly because it gets unobstructed hold of the hearer's mind
without his being distracted by secondary thoughts, and partly
because he feels that here he is not being corrupted or deceived by
the arts of rhetoric, but that the whole effect is got from the
thing itself."
Arthur Schopenhauer
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
The Wonderful World of Hacking
My F
irst Street Fight In New
York
How To Be A Really Bad Cartoonist
My Friend The Escaped Mental
Patient
Being A Production Manager
Sucks
I'm An Internet Millionaire, So Fuck
You
Brotherly Love And Sister Wives
LCJ: Fort Myers' Biggest Whorehouse
PROSTITUTION
"Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful
and natural experiences that money can buy."
Steve Martin
"I don't understand why prostitution is illegal.
Selling is legal. Fucking is legal. Why isn't selling fucking
legal? You know, why should it be illegal to sell something that's
perfectly legal to give away?"
George Carlin
Prostitution is legal pretty much everywhere
in the world. Well, almost everywhere. Not here in the US. When I
was younger, I never understood why it should be illegal. I
understand it now.
I grew up in Germany. Europe is far more
liberal than America. Even most conservative right-wing parties
over there are to the left of the US Democrats on many issues. For
example, it wouldn't occur to even the most right-wing party in
Europe to oppose universal healthcare. But this isn't a book about
politics. It's about sex and drugs. You know, the good stuff.
So, I grew up in a pretty liberal society,
where prostitution is legal. Every city has a designated red-light
district, where brothels do their business. But you won't find
brothels just in the red-light districts. You'll find them in all
sorts of neighborhoods, tucked between supermarkets and single
family homes. They're not even hiding. Why would they? They're
legal, and a normal part of society. You can quickly recognize them
by the red lights they usually have in their windows. Or the big
neon signs that say SEX CLUB or something to that effect.
The red-light district in Amsterdam is so
famous, it's a popular tourist destination. You'll see whole
families walk through the streets, pushing strollers with their
toddlers, looking at the attractions. Entire bus-loads of Japanese
tourists walk through those streets along the canals.
Most people don't know that Amsterdam has
more canals than Venice. When you walk along those canals through
the red-light district, you'll see half-naked girls from all over
the world sit in large windows, as if they were store merchandise
on display. You can walk right up to them and ask them through the
open window to show you the goods. They'll often pull their tops
down with a fake smile and let you see their breasts. It helps them
negotiate a good price. Often in broken English. Or they'll lift
their short skirt and pull their panties aside. It's hard to argue
over money when a girl flashes you her pussy.
The economic crisis didn't spare the
red-light district in Amsterdam, and the girls in those windows
will fuck you for bargain prices. There's an actual price war going
on. Girls will underbid each other for a chance to have sex with
you. Sounds like paradise for a horny guy, right?
So why aren't the streets in the red-light
districts overrun by men looking to get laid? Because Europeans
self-censor. For example, in Germany, people will agree in theory
that prostitution should be legal, but they usually won't admit
that they themselves have ever gone to a prostitute: "Yeah, it
should be legal, and I have no problem with it, but I would never
go to one. I'm above that." Then they secretly go to one anyway. On
the down low. They won't admit it in polite company, because they
don't want to look trashy.
Prostitution is not exactly a reputable
business over there either, even though the girls actually have to
pay taxes on their earnings, and submit to regular health check
ups. Even the prostitutes have universal healthcare over there. The
benefit of legal prostitution is obvious: tax income for the city,
healthier girls, and safety. In Amsterdam, each girl has an alarm
button next to her bed that she can press if one of her "customers"
tries to rape or hurt her. The police will arrive within minutes
and protect the girl from harm.
I saw a documentary about prostitution in
Holland a few years ago, that said over there health insurance
actually pays for monthly visits to a prostitute for the disabled,
because they feel that sex is part of a healthy life, so unmarried
disabled men have a right to have sex, even if it's with a paid
prostitute. Pretty bizarre, huh? Can you imagine a US health
insurance company picking up the bill for your romp in the hay with
a hooker?
Growing up in a liberal society like that,
prostitution was never really an issue of debate for me. It was
just there. The fact that it existed was a part of life, like gas
stations or grocery stores. And it never occurred to me that there
should be any reason to outlaw it. If a girl wants to sell her
body, so be it. None of my business. Don't athletes sell their
bodies, too? People can do behind closed doors whatever they want,
as long as it doesn't hurt anyone else. And that was still my
attitude, when I moved to the States in my 20s.
When I heard that prostitution was illegal
over here, I thought it was silly. Quaint. Lame. Europeans often
laugh about how prudish Americans are, when it comes to sex. In
Europe, sexuality is a normal part of life. Fancy antique art
museums are full of nudity. And you'll see naked girls in every
major newspaper. Germany's biggest newspaper, Bild, has a topless
girl on the backpage of every daily issue. Nobody thinks twice
about it. Nobody finds it necessary to protect the children.
A naked breast is no more a threat to the
well-being of a child than a naked hand or foot. So from a European
point of view, American media censorship seems utterly ridiculous.
People all over the world laughed at America, when the FCC fined
Jacket Jackson for her "wardrobe malfunction" and flashing her boob
for a second during the Superbowl halftime show a few years
ago.
A lot of bands make 2 different music videos
for their latest songs. A censored version for American TV, and an
uncensored version that includes nudity for European music
stations. The so-called land of the free doesn't seem so free
anymore, when you realize that other countries have a lot more
freedom.
In Europe, nobody will bleep you, if you
want to say a "bad" word on TV. The idea that some self-righteous
little old lady at the FCC gets to tell other people which words
they may or may not use, seems like a pretty strange concept in the
rest of the civilized world.
Media censorship is a prohibition of words
and pictures. The War on Drugs is a complete failure, and so is the
American War on Words. When you forbid a word, you give it power.
Self-proclaimed rebels will use words like shit or fuck, simply to
shock and sound cool.
But every word serves a purpose. It conveys
an idea. And the idea behind words like feces, stool, or poop is
exactly the same as behind the word shit. They all conjure up the
same mental image in your head. So why are stool and poop "good"
words, and shit is a "bad" word? Who decided that, and why am I
bound by that decision?