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I saw this on another site and found this young ladies post so insightful, honest and quite frankly imo, representative of how many I've spoken to feel about this industry, the struggles we face because of it and why it can cause us to question our self worth from time to time. Many of us receive flattering, complimentary commentary on a regular basis, but we all also get our share of negativity from those who try hard to diminish our self worth. Loving and choosing to do something that many find immoral, that the government has criminalized and that some will judge us for, critique us because of and which gives opportunity for some to bash us to diminish our worth, can certainly cause anyone to be caught in a sea of self doubt from time to time. Melanie articulated this so well, imo and with her permission I'm posting this here.
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Service providers and mental health.
In my first few months of working as an escort, I've been met with enough raised eyebrows, grimaces of disgust, and looks of pity to last a lifetime. Sometimes I received lectures about how I was enabling the patriarchy by choosing to be a sex worker. I was derided and called selfish for choosing a line of work that encourages sexism against women, and I was accused of being a traitor to the feminist cause.
On many occasions, I was asked intrusive questions like “has a client ever hit you?” and “what’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever had to do for a client?”
Get your horror stories from someone else please.
The comments from folks aren't the only sinister remarks though. Being a service provider, intrusive thoughts come with kind of like a pretty packaged gift with a bow on top. "You're too fat", "You're better off laying in bed, no one is going to call you", "Did you really think you could do this full time?"
Sometimes I can shrug a lot of this off. It’s not like I’m depressed all the time. I have three really supportive friends in my life who know what I do and accept me the way I am. It's not like I'm new to this industry either. I've been doing different avenues of it for quite some time now. I think I’ve internalized the societal hatred of sex workers. I am embarrassed to be a sex worker, even though I like my job, I’m good at it.
I also wonder what any potential partner would say to their friends and family about their relationship with me. How would the conversation go?
“I’m dating this girl I just met. She’s pretty great.”
“Oh, cool. How did you meet?”
“Mutual friends.”
“Nice. And what does she do?”
“Oh, you know. She’s a hooker.”
Hook, line and sinker. Mom already hates me for being a floozy.
In my darkest moments I am desperately overwhelmed with feelings of despair, and fear that I have made myself unlovable. Sometimes I think the only way out of this mess it to stop working as an escort and leave the sex industry behind. It would be hard to quit, though, because the work is relatively easy, my schedule is flexible, and I make twice as much money doing sex work as I could doing any other job I’m qualified for. Even what I went to school for.
There are so many things that make me who I am. I love animals, horror movies, and going on road trips. I’m passionate about gender equality and LGBTQ rights. I’m interested in current events. I do art, I read a lot, and I stay in close touch with my family. But these traits are overshadowed by the fact that I am a prostitute. I don’t feel like anybody cares about any of these characteristics – all they would see is a whore.
Being someone who suffers from depression, I often find that on the days where I want to work, I could get maybe one text, but when I don't want to, I get dozens. Funny how that works isn't it?
I'm not seeking pity, I am just opening an avenue for conversation.
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Service providers and mental health.
In my first few months of working as an escort, I've been met with enough raised eyebrows, grimaces of disgust, and looks of pity to last a lifetime. Sometimes I received lectures about how I was enabling the patriarchy by choosing to be a sex worker. I was derided and called selfish for choosing a line of work that encourages sexism against women, and I was accused of being a traitor to the feminist cause.
On many occasions, I was asked intrusive questions like “has a client ever hit you?” and “what’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever had to do for a client?”
Get your horror stories from someone else please.
The comments from folks aren't the only sinister remarks though. Being a service provider, intrusive thoughts come with kind of like a pretty packaged gift with a bow on top. "You're too fat", "You're better off laying in bed, no one is going to call you", "Did you really think you could do this full time?"
Sometimes I can shrug a lot of this off. It’s not like I’m depressed all the time. I have three really supportive friends in my life who know what I do and accept me the way I am. It's not like I'm new to this industry either. I've been doing different avenues of it for quite some time now. I think I’ve internalized the societal hatred of sex workers. I am embarrassed to be a sex worker, even though I like my job, I’m good at it.
I also wonder what any potential partner would say to their friends and family about their relationship with me. How would the conversation go?
“I’m dating this girl I just met. She’s pretty great.”
“Oh, cool. How did you meet?”
“Mutual friends.”
“Nice. And what does she do?”
“Oh, you know. She’s a hooker.”
Hook, line and sinker. Mom already hates me for being a floozy.
In my darkest moments I am desperately overwhelmed with feelings of despair, and fear that I have made myself unlovable. Sometimes I think the only way out of this mess it to stop working as an escort and leave the sex industry behind. It would be hard to quit, though, because the work is relatively easy, my schedule is flexible, and I make twice as much money doing sex work as I could doing any other job I’m qualified for. Even what I went to school for.
There are so many things that make me who I am. I love animals, horror movies, and going on road trips. I’m passionate about gender equality and LGBTQ rights. I’m interested in current events. I do art, I read a lot, and I stay in close touch with my family. But these traits are overshadowed by the fact that I am a prostitute. I don’t feel like anybody cares about any of these characteristics – all they would see is a whore.
Being someone who suffers from depression, I often find that on the days where I want to work, I could get maybe one text, but when I don't want to, I get dozens. Funny how that works isn't it?
I'm not seeking pity, I am just opening an avenue for conversation.
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