In the hierarchy of paid sex, it is not fair to lump lot lizards in with the rest of the sex work milieu. That’s like saying the guy digging through dumpster for food is a sanitation worker. They’re doing essentially the same thing, and under horrible conditions, but it ain’t exactly comparable.
I’m not knocking lot lizards (or anyone stuck eating from dumpsters), I’m just saying that the level of desperation and lack of self care is so non-existent as to make it an entirely different world.
Well, I guess the term lot lizard is kinda knocking them, but that’s the term that’s still in use to indicate the people stuck in that role of trading their bodies sexually at truck stops.
Number one, it takes time and practice to get good at anything, so being a wimp because you aren’t on top in the first year is just… wimpy.
Second, there’s this saying that went around the school I mostly trained at. “Hard fist is for kids, soft fist is for old timers”. And it’s true. Striking arts favor youth and resilience more than grappling arts. You start getting older, and you worry less about a knockout than you do about not being in pain after the sparring session is over lol.
Dude just wimped out instead of putting in the work or switching to something he could physically function at