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A few people have asked for links to the article I published in the late s about my time as a prostitute. I was there for the money. In this narrative, all johns are brutes and all brothelkeepers are bloodsuckers.
There are many truths in this narrative, but it is my feeling that the negativity of it skews the point. It is unfair to sex workers as a result. Prostitution in itself is not synonymous with debasement. Stories of trafficked, bullied and beaten women are stories of abuse, not of prostitution per se. Away from the abuse β and prostitution does exist away from abuse β prostitution is retail. Men shell out for sex. Prostitution buys you time. Do I care? You never settle on an answer, but your mind seems to want to.
The way men feel about it depends on the way they feel about women generally. Men who want to protect women want to protect prostitutes. Men who dislike women dislike prostitutes. The only time that you feel no uncertainty at all about becoming a prostitute is during the split second that you decided to become one. Your mind is very clear in that second. It is the second that you finally acknowledge the money that hookers earn. Also, you believe that a spell as a prostitute will make you the neighbourhood champion of Truth or Dare.
Seems a big prize at the time. The average middle-class, something girl launches herself upon this career the same way she begins most enterprises: she tells herself fibs about it.
For some time. The idea she has at this stage is that the money as a brothel receptionist will be better than it is as a perpetually pissed, partially-employed journalist, and that working as a brothel receptionist will take her close to the fire without actually lobbing her in it.