I was only 18 when I got involved in prostitution, after an adolescence fettered by bullying, homelessness, depression and a predilection for self-harm. I was not in a position to make this choice freely – if we are to understand the nature of freedom to its fullest extent. And nor were most of the other women I met. I worked across the flimsy class divides in prostitution – working class brothels, middle class escort agencies – and all of the women I met carried with them the same bundles of neurosis, addiction and melancholy. Without exception.
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Having to manifest sexual activity due to desperation is not consent.
As a woman who does not have a college education and has no work experience, I could basically choose from working food service, retail — any low-skill, low-wage work, or the sex industry.
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When your best choice is taking off your clothes, and sticking toys in your cunt for money, I think there's a real problem with the labour system.
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The Price of Pleasure
I never chose prostitution. It chose me, and it chose me because I was vulnerable, and I was vulnerable because I had been broken and fractured as a little girl.
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No little girl ... says I'm gonna grow up to service multitudes of men.
‘Sex work’ is a glorified term for paid rape! Those men never paid me for my time or company. They paid to fuck me in every single hole they could find, even when I said no. Getting fucked 20 times or more a day is NOT Work. This is terrorism against women. A sustained international attack on vulnerable women, girls, children.
They may not blow up buildings or themselves, but they blew up my mind, my body, my soul. They sent me to a torture chamber that I would never escape from. Because even today I fight to survive, to live, to feel worthy, to be loved, to dream.
I met many other women through my time in prostitution and learnt their stories and am confident that the majority of these women are not free and liberated. When you are involved, you convince yourself that you are happy, as it’s the only way to stay sane in a world where you are bought and sold as an item and then reviewed online like an Ebay product. It is only upon finally finding the courage as well as the ability to leave, that you can truly objectively review your experiences and see it for what it was.