A collection of writings of exited women
Rebecca Mott on the tip of an iceberg:
To speak top being prostituted is to enter the heart of hell, but constantly being told it not as bad as you say.
But I know and remember the cold dead eyes of punters and sex trade profiteers – I know with every cell of my body that all violence done to the prostituted is pre-planned and done with a sense of entitlement.
There is and has never been accidental violence done to the prostituted – and the vast majority of this violence is done by men who are very ordinary, often non-violent outside of prostitution, and will be outwardly classed as good men.
But put a punter in a room, give a punter the entitlement to pick the street prostituted, let rich punters own escorts/girlfriend experience, say saunas are for sex, open up strip clubs on the high street – and you are saying violence to the prostituted is our norm as long we cannot see it’s reality.
Is that “sex-negative”? Is it “whorephobic”? Not that I can see.
I [am] proud to be in a new book – “Prostitution Narrative: Stories of Survival in the Sex Trade” edited by Caroline Norma & Melinda Tankard Reist, published by Spinifex.
This is a collection of writings of exited women mainly from Australia, Canada, Denmark, Ireland, New Zealand, UK and USA – all speaking to the realities of what it is and was to be prostituted.
Our voices cut through the lies and myths of the sex work lobby – our voices are just a small part of centuries of the prostituted screaming for justice, wanting to explain our hellish conditions and fighting for justice.
I believe I am lucky to live in the beginning of the prostituted being allow to speak our realities in our own language – not the constant translation of those who support the status quo of the sex trade.
Is she the enemy? Is she a “SWERF”? Not that I can see.
Will the “Sex work is work” crowd bother reading any of this? I doubt it. They’re very good at carving out safe spaces for themselves that keep inconvenient and potentially disconfirming evidence at bay.
Of course she’s the enemy. Of course it’s whorephobic. See, she isn’t singing from the duly prescribed “Make Sex Work Sex Play: How Prostitution Can Be Sexy Funtimes for You, Too” songbook. And if she isn’t singing the right hymns, she is clearly the enemy.
Let’s sit back, now, and watch as they go to work to discredit her very existence. I would grab the popcorn, but I hate these horror shows.