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It Happened To Me: I let my father pay me for sex My mother told me that everyone is done with me, and to please leave them alone.
I don’t remember when he started touching me, that was just always a part of our relationship. I remember when he started having sex with me. I was young. Then he stopped for a few years. Maybe he was afraid he would get caught. He started again when I was around 13. He never physically forced me, but would ask and beg. “Daddy loves you so much.” “Please do this for daddy.” “Daddy wants to make you feel good.” I was ashamed and I’m still humiliated by the fact that my body liked some of what he did to me. But I did not like it. Or want it. I…
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I interviewed my mom about me selling my body For a Mother's Day this year, I interviewed mom on what it's like to parent a prostitute.
Cate: Everyone will remember how I was outed to you by a client. What were your feelings when that happened? Did you already suspect something was up? Mom: Well, I remembered you said you were going to enter the sex industry when you turned 18 because you could get better rates if you were “barely legal.” I figured you had followed through with this plan because you were so adamant that this was what you wanted to do. When I had the truth coming right from a client, I was totally exasperated and could not for the life of me figure out why you would want to waste your life…
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The surprising misandry that comes from being a sex worker Men are simple creatures who are blind to their privilege and easily become clingy and emotional. It's ok to be misandrist.
Like any subculture, the subculture of sex workers has its trends. Currently, the latest thing is misandry ranging from the playful to the deadly serious. It’s sort of a complex issue, because while I firmly believe one can’t simultaneously be a good sex worker and also a true misandrist, it’s also true that as sex workers we often see men at their rawest, which means we frequently see them at their worst. It’s not that my clients are violent or cruel–it’s just that, well, dudes can be the worst. They can also be thoughtful, charming, sweet, and generally lovely, but eventually they all tend to revert to their default of…
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I became a prostitute because my friends were doing it—and I regret nothing I decided I wanted to be a prostitute when I was seventeen. None of the assumptions about why are correct.
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Rape is no different for a sex worker I believe a lot of what helped me deal with my rape and the abuse I suffered was my background in sex work.
How My Abusive Relationship Began Extricating oneself from an abusive relationship is never easy. They don’t show you that part in the movies. They only show our heroine, generally a perky, smiling blonde, with clean hair and a new lease on life. They don’t show you the loneliness, the confusion, the terrible sense of disgust with oneself. That doesn’t make the final cut. It isn’t just different for me because I am a pensive brunette, rather than a perky blonde. My difficulties do not stem from the fact that I rarely have time or inclination to wash my hair more frequently than once a week. Don’t get me wrong, I…
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My sex client outed me to my mom. This is how I got revenge. Grossouts ahead.
Shortly before I became a full-fledged prostitute, my mother found out I was a sex worker. While not quite an abolitionist, my mother–who grew up during the 1960s and came of age in the 1970s–has always taken a dim view of the sex industry. During my teen years, even during my first month as a sex worker, I didn’t own a cell phone. I arranged all appointments either exclusively through email or by calling prospective clients from my mother’s house phone after blocking the number. Not owning a cell phone was so natural that it honestly didn’t occur to me to buy a prepaid phone. Besides that, I had gotten…
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I became a prostitute because my friends were doing it—and I regret nothing I decided I wanted to be a prostitute when I was seventeen. None of the assumptions about why are correct.
I decided I wanted to be a prostitute when I was seventeen. Most people assume I made this decision because I had seen Pretty Woman too many times, because my parents didn’t hug me enough, or because I was somehow coerced into my decision. None of these assumptions are correct. I’ve always been prone to viewing my life more as a story or a series of discrete experiences than as an actual life of connected events. However, saying I decided to join the oldest profession to advance my story is also overly simplistic. During my teen years, almost all of my friends were older than me and many of my…
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Dread: When my simps ask if I find them attractive I quickly learned honesty is no good.
Often clients ask what type of man turns me on. After one (phone sex) call where I gave my honest answer I’ve learned it’s best to tailor my response. I was still a newbie phone sex operator when a guy asked what kind of man attracted me. Without thinking I told him: broad shoulders, deep voice, long hair, facial hair, in shape but not overly muscular, the type of man that can split wood and fix a car, kinky, intelligent, well read, politically active and independent, the type of person who purposely lives outside of mainstream culture, funny, tattoo’d, eccentric, artistic. After I was finished my client said “oh” and…
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The strange things men pay prostitutes to do When I worked as a street prostitute, men paid me to do things you'd never imagine.
The author spent time as a survival prostitute driven by her drug habit until she found recovery in a 12-step program. This is the second excerpt from a diary she kept while getting in cars. A Lexus stops. The guy is dark haired, maybe 40, a little too distracted for my comfort. I go with him to a room though I worry he is a nut. We get to some small room on the West side and his thing is making me wear a negligee and act like I enjoy it. Why does he pay for this? I don’t relish this silk, lace, oohing and ahhing routine but there is…
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Trading sex for money and drugs: what it’s like to be a street prostitute The hard lives of street prostitutes are very different from our idealized images of 'high-class' call girls.
When you say the word “hooker,” the image that comes to most people’s minds is a white girl like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman or the highly paid call girl in the Eliot Spitzer scandal, the former New York governor. She may have made a few wrong moves in her life but she’s likeable with a heart of gold and will straighten out if given a second chance. We don’t necessarily forgive her for accepting extra money for her “favors” but we understand it. The story is very different for survival prostitutes who work the streets and get in cars because of drug habits. Their lives are less Pretty Woman…
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He wants to torture women and it’s giving me nightmares His demented fantasies are like something out of a horror movie and he describes it all with a cheer.
When people find out I’m a phone sex operator they often ask me what call was my worst. I respond with “I once had a call that gave me a nightmare.” I had been an operator for a few years so had already heard plenty of bizarre things. This client though freaked me out. I’ll call him Worst Caller. The call started out pretty normal. WC was nice enough and it was a standard sex call. Then he turned it into a kidnap/rape fantasy where we kidnapped a neighbor and kept her in the basement. I don’t like doing rape fantasies but they’re easy enough. Typically the rape victim is…
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