If anyone reading this is a ‘working girl’ I want you to know I have so much respect for you! I have had fantasies about selling myself to men from the time I was a child.
My history with prostitution began in Bible College. I was in a group that went out on late night weekends to visit prostitutes in Winnipeg. Love Lives Here. We passed out condoms and gave girls information about safe houses and places they could go if they had bad dates. All because “jesus loves you”. But, please, set that info aside. I went to meet hookers, not for them to meet jesus.
I think the girls I met loved me because I was so curious about their profession. They seemed to know I was not curious from a religious place even though I was there from Bible College..
When I left Bible College and moved into my own place? I stumbled home from a night of drinking to encounter Dita. I’d had a despicable evening. She was a working girl, crying about her bad date. And we sat on the stairs of my building talking about ‘bad dates’. And we cried together.
I’ve always been pro-woman in the work place. While feminists may think it means ‘I am woman and hear me roar’, I am more of ‘OMG I’m a kitten please protect me’. IE. I’ve lived my life wanting to be protected. I was taught I should even protect myself from myself.
Since then? I took on the attitude of some of the amazing women I’ve met. ‘Do what you need to to to make sure YOU are taken care of’.
Example? My first big pay raise in the software world came with a ‘clothing allowance’ for shorter skirts. (2006, not 1956) I shortened my skirt and lowered my neckline. I was at my height of ‘body image’ and I flaunted it for money. I played up my body at every turn and my paycheque reflected it.
Is that prostitution? Debatable. I didn’t fuck my bosses (although there was this one I really wanted to LOL). It was never like that.
However. Since I have become sick, dependent on a very minimal income, there are times I have had monetary relationships with consenting men. (Sugar Daddy) With one gentleman it became purely business. That was back in Winnipeg.
Since leaving Manitoba I haven’t engaged in any kind of performance for pay.
Except? When I was single and dating I pretty much told anyone who dared to cross my threshold they should bring wine. Of course, they didn’t all get in my knickers so it was more of a ‘common courtesy’ request.
Which leads me to ask… what is the difference between a girl who has a guy take her out for dinner, come back with wine and then have sex but never see him again OR a girl who has someone show up with wine and after some great conversation she gives him a handjob OR the girl who just has the guy over to get himself off in a safe environment with a clean girl and he leaves cash on the table.
Aren’t they/we all just selling it?
I ask because I think if I were single? I’d prefer the quick fuck/BJ/handjob/simple conversation with the cash… just sayin’.