David Atkins is
curious about the Trent Franks affair. As in, US$5 million? For surrogacy services? Seems steep, dunnit?
That allegation on its own is a shocking self-parody of patriarchal abuse: an anti-choice Republican politician demanding sex from a much younger female employee to make her a breeding mare for his own family seems ripped from a bad political parable.
But even then there has to be more going on here. It still doesn’t make sense.
It’s been an open secret for years in the halls of Congress that Franks is a lout and a lecher, and that a drunken fratboy culture permeates throughout the men in his employ. It’s also no secret that an army of sex workers exists in the nation’s capital catering to men like him.
If Franks just wanted sex with younger women, that could be had discreetly in Washington for far less than $5 million, and without the risk of being exposed by his own staffers. But then again, Franks could have hired a dozen pregnancy surrogates for far less than $5 million, too, with no shame, risk or embarrassment at all.
Why offer a staffer $5 million for sex, surrogacy or both? It doesn’t add up. Was Franks offering to keep these staffers as permanent mistresses? Did he become sexually obsessed with them such that he was willing to pay any cost? Or was there something even darker involved?
As sadly true as 50+ yrs. ago, from "Brown Shoes Don't Make It":
A world of secret hungers,
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away,
In a drawer in a desk
By a Naugahyde® chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
You see in the back, of the City Hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed,
Where she tickles his fancy all night long
Nothing's ever going to
changeget better, is it?
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