Sex workers are human beings…. from cam models to strippers to porn stars. It may not be your cup o’ tea (mmm, tea), but it doesn’t give you the right to disrespect or shame them.
Reblogging this again because people think that just because someone is a sex worker, means that they are not intelligent, can’t have normal lives, and treat them like complete shit.
Yes. There is abuse that needs to be fought, there is exploitation and violence that needs to be ended, but the work itself is just work and lots of people choose to do it. And that choice deserves respect.
I am MsCarol420 – I was a sex worketr. This is how my story begins. If you would like to hear more contact me and I will tell some more.
When I was a young woman, very young but I didn’t think so at the time, I worked in the adult entertainment industry. I had been raised by a pedophile and like it or not a lot of us get there that way. My experience probably matches thousands of others. We grow up fast and hard. Most of us were overly dependent on anyone – a man ofcourse – who would take us in – provide for us and protect us.
I was one of we are fortunate few – we were able to do more than survive because more than anything we wanted independence, We wanted to be able to lay our heads down and close our eyes. The sweet taste of freedom. My boyfriend turned me out – I was 13 – he was 30. Black Irish with long black hair. He made me laugh. ”Baby’, he said, ‘you can make us a fortune with that mouth. I mean it baby, you got a gift baby, you should share it with the world. We can go out of town. I’ll be right in the car. Nothing is going to happen. You know I’ll protrect you”. And off we went.
It was easy really. I just had to go to the door and if they were buying I’d jump up in the cab. 10 minutes later I was gone. One side of I70 and then the other. And then it happened. The whore that thought it was her stop showed up. I’d been warned she was not happy and threatening to kick my ass. I was in front of the trucks when I saw her. I looked to see if Jim got out of the car but didn’t see him. ”Bitch!” she yelled, “This is my lot! I’m gonna kick your ass!” It was on and I learned I was the only one I could rely on. Not much of a fight. Truckers got out and pulled us off of each other, saying :”Y’all need to get along.” As I walked away here comes Jim like he’s “some kind of hero. ”I;m here baby” he said. I answered, “Yeah, Fuck you very much.” That night I kept the cash giving Jim money for gas, his time, plus a tip. I’m generous like that.