One day a few years ago, my friend Dave and I were driving home from the north side of Houston, TX, near Bush Intercontinental Airport. My car was low on gas, so we stopped at a Chevron, and as soon I walked out of my car, a rather large scantily clad black woman made eye contact with me. Immediately, she asked me if I had 8 cents (and mind you this isn’t the 1920s when 8 cents had much more buying power). Before I could even reply she said, “I’ll give you head for it.” I said, “No thank you mam, but you can ask my friend.” I pointed to the passenger seat. The prostitute walked over to his side, knocked on the door, Dave opened it, and they began to converse. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but after a minute or so, she left us and walked into the gas station. As I paid for the gas with my debit card, she came out, and approached me again saying, “You know you want some of this,” as she held her breasts. I said, “I don’t believe in subjugating women, using them like material objects - that’s not my mentality.” (Yes I really said that!) The prostitute then replied, “If you won’t fuck me then feed me.” I thought about that for a minute. I thought about caring for others and what that really meant to me. So I said, “Okay… there’s a Burger King across the street, you wanna go there?” She said, “Yeah, yeah...” She hopped in the backseat of my car, and I drove her to the Burger King.
(In retrospect, this might not have been the wisest decision, considering that any number of things could have gone wrong – she could have had drugs on her, the police could have suspected me of trying to use a prostitute, she could have went nuts, who knows… The radical side of me wanted to forget all those things and just embrace loving others at any cost regardless of the consequences. I suppose living up to ideals can be somewhat risky in a less than ideal world.)
Well, we arrived at the Burger King. And walking into it was such a…umm…awkward experience. There we were, my friend and I with a woman dressed in hooker garb, and then I pulled out some cash money and paid for her meal. I’m pretty sure I was misconstrued as her pimp to the people there. I bought her a burger, and then I told her it was splitting time. She thanked me for the food, and that was the end of that.