Posts Tagged ‘past’

Thanks for not projecting your issues onto me.

September 24th, 2011 4 comments

The other day, while bumbling around the worldwide web, I saw someone snarking on people who talk about how they “used to be” sex workers. It’s difficult to catch tone and inflection on the internet, and especially when reading strangers, but it seems as if a commonly held opinion among present day sex workers is that those of us who got out of the business feel like we’re better than those of us who are still in it. That would suggest those of us who got out and some of us still in the business believe all the drivel we’re telling the rest of the world not to believe. Like being a prostitute is shameful and gross and sex workers should be shunned from society … except when society is paying to fuck them.

For the record, and make no mistake I mean every word of this (and understand I speak only for myself):

That’s your hang-up. Not mine.  Read more…

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August 21st, 2010 2 comments

I don’t remember if I posted this here.  It’s old.  I submitted it to deviantART in 2006.  I’m reposting it because I feel like I’ve come a long way since then.

“You just don’t understand me!”

I remember yelling it when I was a child.

“You think you know me but you don’t! My heart pounds so hard I can’t hear anything else and all I want is for it to stop. I tell myself stories all day, watching faces form in the black dots on my ceiling. And my imaginary friend? He’s real. He’s the one that leaves the cabinets open in the afternoon. And at night, that’s when the real fun starts. I feel drunk. My bed bucks and sways like the ferry did that day when we went to see Gramma and got stuck in the storm. And all I can do is lay there and wait for them to take me away. The witches in the bushes. They’re waiting for a day when you go to bed before they do so that you don’t see them.”  Read more…

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