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Some Things to Consider When You Think You Want to be a Prostitute

Some Things to Consider When You Think You Want to be a Prostitute | Escorts | Scoop.it

There's a chasm between "I've thought about prostitution" and "I think I'd like to start working as a prostitute," namely the difference between wanting to make $300 an hour and wanting to suck strange dick for a living.

 

I'm frequently bombarded by thinkers who have no intention of becoming doers, who want my advice with no intention of putting it into practice. In a community where sex work is nominally accepted as a legitimate way to make a living, asking for professional guidance is a lazy disguise for prurient interest, so lazy that the questioners themselves often don't consider the difference. When I started working as a prostitute, I dove right in without a clue about how to do it, calling classified listings in a free weekly until I found an agency that felt like a good fit and got hired. After finding my sea legs a few months later, I set out on my own as an independent escort. It's not an impossible business to figure out, but it's nice to have some guidance, so I tend to err on the side of generosity with the would-be pros who come to me for advice, giving them the full hooker-mama treatment. It snaps them into the reality of what sex work actually is, beyond what they want it to be, and as such is a useful education even if it's rarely put into practice.

 

The money myth

 

Why do you want to be a sex worker? If your answer is "I want fast money," and it often is, turn back now. There's nothing inherently unhealthy about sex work, but there's something inherently delusional about get-rich-quick schemes, and if that's what you think you're getting into, it's not a healthy career move. You might make a pile of money tonight, but that doesn't mean you'll make a cent next week, and if you let the Benjamins get to your head you'll be broke more often than you think. Working in a dungeon or massage parlor means spending six hours a day streaming TV shows before you get an hour or two of actual work; whether you're making $75 or $250 a session, it breaks down to a whole lot of nothing per hour.

 

Wages aside, you probably won't like your job very much. You'll probably make unhealthy choices, like not using protection, not screening, meeting clients who gave you a bad vibe on the phone, or seeing more clients than you can handle.

 

If you want to be a sex worker because you enjoy work that's physically and intellectually engaging, you like meeting new people and sometimes touching them, you're an exhibitionist or you like to talk dirty or you just don't take sex very seriously, you might be getting somewhere.

 

You are your own boss

 

Sex workers need to know their boundaries and be willing to evaluate them, to know when to stand by them or change them when they're challenged. Whether you're working as a stripper or an escort or a webcam performer, you'll likely have an encounter that pushes at those boundaries. Know the difference between what you will do and what you prefer to do, what you won't do and what you prefer not to do. I have friends who give happy ending massages and don't let their clients touch them; I prefer clients who want to make out and get me off. As you consider your preferences, you might realize that working as a prostitute isn't for you, and another kind of sex work is just right. One woman I tutored told me she didn't want to be naked, dance, have any sexual contact with her clients, or see anyone else's genitals; she must have been willing to bend on the last part, because she ended up working as a domme. That, or she's cornered the market in forced chastity.

 

Working independently isn't for everyone. You often spend more hours screening clients, putting up ads, and answering calls than you do in session, and if you find that kind of work draining, you might prefer to work for an agency. Like any other profession, there are unscrupulous managers and jerks who will expect you to always be on call but will rarely give you work. There are others who will screen thoroughly, be considerate of your schedule, and introduce you to terrific clients. I started out working for one of the latter, but learned that I feel much safer and happier when I'm solely responsible for my screening and scheduling. I also prefer to take home all of my earnings after a session.

 

Taking risks

 

Female prostitutes contract HIV at a slightly lower rate than women who don't work as prostitutes, because we understand the importance of safer sex and know how to best put it into practice. Of course, there are some women out there who think they're safe because they charge $3000 for bareback sessions and see fewer clients. The choices you make with your body are your own, but the rest of us will think of you as a scab, undermining the safer practices we're fighting for. Assuming you do decide to play safely, and I hope you will, be prepared to encounter men who have a thousand excuses for why they don't want to use condoms. Yes, in 2012. Remind them that if you decide to make an exception for them, you've probably made exceptions before, and you'd be putting them at risk. Remind them of their wives at home. Be firm and be willing to walk out the door. STI transmission rates would probably be cut in half if every woman acquired the authority on safer sex that prostitutes have.

 

The greatest risk you need to consider is arrest. Getting arrested sucks, and it can impede your ability to enter another profession. A friend of mine got fired from her job at American Girl Place when they did a background check and found she'd been arrested for prostitution, although the charges were dropped. Because, you know, hiring someone who might have worked as a prostitute is a lot more dangerous for children than, say, instilling creepy ideas about gender and race into them in the form of heavily back-storied dolls.

 

Careful screening is the most important thing you can do to protect yourself from arrest and violence. The internet has made screening incredibly straightforward, and you should take advantage of the many blacklists, whitelists, and background checks that are available. Some whitelists don't require clients' real names for membership and use loose screening methods; you're better off doing most of the legwork on your own. Get to know other sex workers in your area. Having a support network feels good; it also helps you access local groups that keep members informed about problem clients and arrest patterns. Many sex workers will only see clients who have two or more verifiable references from other providers. Whatever method you choose, be consistent about using it, and contribute to the community by reporting bad clients and providing references promptly when asked. Use these tools, and trust your gut; intuition is the cornerstone of screening.

 

You also have to consider the stigma of being outed against your will. When I worked as a nanny, a family I'd been with for several years found out I was also working as an escort. Fortunately, they spoke with their doctor, who assured them that their daughter wouldn't catch anything from me, and with their therapist, who reminded them that I'd been an important part of their child's life and that this didn't change anything. They decided to keep me on, and didn't out me to the other family I worked for. If they'd moved on their first reaction, and if those wonderful professionals hadn't stepped in to set them straight, they could've flipped out and gotten me registered as a sex offender for life.

 

You need to make decisions about who should know about what you do and how you'll respond if someone else finds out. You'll find that keeping secrets from people you care about can be uncomfortable and damaging, and that honesty is often a risk worth taking.

 

Advertising and identity


You'll use another name as a sex worker, but that doesn't mean you'll need another persona. If you enjoy getting into character and being someone else when you work, that might be right for you. It could also make you feel like you're split down the middle. When I work, I wear deodorant and clothes with a minimal coating of cat hair; beyond that, my clients meet the same woman that my friends do.

 

You don't need to conform to mainstream beauty standards to be a successful escort. I don't shave my pubes or armpits, and some of my clients enjoy that but most don't care. That's the strange thing about mainstream beauty standards: in the privacy of their own homes, no one's really that into them. Like anyone else, most clients are looking for a provider who's engaging, genuine, a decent conversationalist, and fun in bed.

 

Marketing yourself is weird. I don't know anyone who likes writing their ads. It's up to you to decide whether you want to appeal to a general audience or a niche market. Body size and ethnicity could be factors you exploit if you want to see BBW enthusiasts or race fetishists; they can also be parts of you that don't define who you are as a sex worker.

 

Ads that cost more won't necessarily bring you better clients. They're often not worth it. Play around with different sites until you find what works for you, and remember that you're leaving a trail when you do that will define your working identity. While no website is safe from law enforcement, pay attention to high-profile busts that target specific sites and run the other way. Unfortunately, free and inexpensive classified ads are targeted most often because there's an expectation that women on those sites will screen less carefully.

Your digital slime trail could also screw you out of other jobs. Photos of your face are good for business; they're also hard to erase once you've shifted into a career as an acupuncturist or a teacher. If you consider prostitution your profession, as many of us do, photos of your face are worthwhile. If you're just testing the waters, or think of sex work as a stepping-stone while you make your way through grad school, spare yourself that moment when a boss or colleague asks, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" It begs the question, "Why were you looking?" but it doesn't bode well for your career.

 

Tricks and turns


Prostitution is emotional labor, and like nurses and social workers, sex workers deal with burnout. Unlike most jobs, working as a prostitute means that you get to decide when you want a break, and it's up to you to take it. There's a common assumption that needing to take time off of sex work means your job is unhealthy; it really means that you have the sense and ability to tend to your own health in a way that makes other people totally jealous.

 

The stigma that follows us around forces a lot of former sex workers to denounce their careers. It's a legitimate PR move and a balm for the soul of a woman who's been told she's sick. Most often, it's not prostitution itself that makes former prostitutes feel bad-it's the judgment and shame that's been heaped on them because they chose a job that other people wouldn't choose. Half the time, we can't even complain to our friends about a frustrating day at work because they'll read our annoyance as damage. Stigma works to sever women from their own decisions, to push them into self-denial and split identities. It's the culturally acceptable equivalent of ex-gay brainwashing. It also serves to delegitimize the experiences of former prostitutes who actually encountered violence and abuse, erasing their singular, lived experiences in favor of blanket denouncement.

 

When we become sex workers, we accept the reality of the job, with its ups and downs like any other; we should not be coerced into accepting the meanings and experiences written for us by others.

 

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LinkedIn apparently has a 'prostitution problem'

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I always thought that Facebook was the social network for "fun stuff," while LinkedIn was the social network for "work stuff." I guess I need to change my definition of "work stuff." LinkedIn has just singled out escorts as specifically unwelcome on their platform, and changed their terms of service to banish users promoting sex in exchange for money.

 

To all you sex workers out there (I'm told you prefer the term "sex worker"!), be aware that this is not an overall ban on promotion of adult services on the LinkedIn platform. You can still promote yourself as a porn star or fetish model on LinkedIn, and it would still be legal and compliant with the updated LinkedIn terms of service. But you can no longer promote "escort services or prostitution" on your LinkedIn profile.

 

LinkedIn updated their terms of service to ban escort services on Monday. (You have to scroll two-thirds of the way down the page to get to the juicy part). In Section 10 of the terms, entitled LinkedIn "DOs" and “DON’Ts," the policy has been revised to state that LinkedIn users cannot "upload, post, email, InMail, transmit or otherwise make available or initiate any content that...promotes escort services or prostitution" -- "[e]ven if it is legal where you are located."

 

There's the rub. Sex work and escort services are legal in several countries -- and some parts of the United States, if I'm to believe the little cards that cab drivers hand me whenever I'm in Las Vegas.


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The Oscars Of The Escorting World

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How technology is actually changing sex work

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“You’ve been a whore. You’ll never get rid of that name. So be one.” | Cult of Gracie

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Meet the Fokkens, a documentary about Louise and Martine Fokkens, 69-year-old twin sisters who have worked in prostitution in in Amsterdam's infamous Red Light District for over fifty years!


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Managing Sex Work: Information for Third Parties & Sex Workers in the Incall & Outcall Sectors of the Sex Industry

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The information in this booklet is from interviews with 50 incall and outcall third parties and 27 incall and outcall sex workers across four regions in Canada (southern Ontario, eastern Ontario, Quebec and the Maritimes) conducted for the Rethinking Management in the Adult and Sex Industry research project.

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Two Prostitutes, Three Peanut Sellers, and Me

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There have been days when I wonder whether I’ve become desensitized to the chaos and suffering in the world. I’ve witnessed the poverty of West Africa, the political turmoil of the Balkans, and the trans-generational trauma of Cambodia, and each is worthy of a thousand days of tears, yet I shed not one. Instead, my gaze focuses on those near me, those whose stories cannot be easily summarized as good or bad, tragic or inspirational.

 

While in Freetown, Sierra Leone last month, I frequently crossed the road from my hotel to sit in a beachside restaurant. I went there the evening of Valentine’s Day, expecting little more than my usual pot of tea and a cup of freshly roasted peanuts sold by a lovely boy named Abbas. I wore a red dress, not thinking of the association with the holiday.

 

Some 30 minutes later, a woman came to introduce herself. I’ll call her Monica. I’d seen her looking out over the sea and judged by her attire that she was a prostitute, so I was a little surprised that she’d chosen my table. A friend of hers came soon after to join us, and it didn’t take long to confirm their occupations, which I’d classify as part-time, reluctant prostitutes. I’d use the more politically correct term of sex worker, but prostitute is how Monica described what she and many other young women feel is the only option.

 

“I don’t like it,” she said, “but I strive for my family.” She’s 21, and the mother of a 6-year-old. Her family knows that she does this and asks her to stop, but they don’t have any alternatives. Doing nothing is not good, she says. With her one gold tooth and red scarf wrapped around her head, she is beautiful and exudes wisdom, though she didn’t finish high school.

 

We cover the obvious topics that a woman might cover when talking with a prostitute. Condoms, STD testing, the evils of HIV/AIDS, how men treat her, crazy men, mean men, what countries the men are from. And, of course, money. Her response to offers to pay more to have sex without a condom is that the money won’t be of use if she’s dead. I couldn’t help myself from smiling about this small but important act of defiance.

 

She tells me that she’d like to become a hairdresser and is looking for an apprenticeship. In the meantime, she approaches “walking” with as much sense and fortitude as one can expect.

 

They were both born in 1991, the year that the war began. At age 9, the age of my little niece, men stormed Monica’s home, then tied up and beat her grandmother on the floor in front of her. Her life changed in an instant. To this day, she doesn’t know whether her grandmother is dead or alive, because she fled and never saw her again.

 

A rebel woman rescued her. Rescued her, anyway, until she tried to prostitute her to older men who wanted a young virgin. Monica was small but wise enough to know what that meant, and mighty enough to save herself.

 

She ran for weeks in the bush from village to village. She talked about the babies she saw killed, and how. She described encountering hungry children to care for. That’s how she said it: children. Not “other children.” I fear that at age 9 she’d already left childhood behind.

 

After this epic story prompted by my single question—Do you remember the war?—she said, “I didn’t have much experience with the war.”

 

At some point I ordered a round of Sierra Leonean beer, Star brand. I don’t even drink beer, but it was the only answer for the occasion. “God saved my family,” she said. She complimented my pedicure, and the other prostitute offered me a skewer of meat sold by a street vendor. The mixture of mundane and extraordinary conversation at the table was too much for my mind to comprehend.

 

Soon after, Abbas and his two sisters came to sit with us. So there we were: two reluctant prostitutes, three skinny children selling peanuts, and me.

 

The kids were contented to sit there and drink water, not disturbing anyone, just tired from another six hours of walking in the heat and hungry for grown-up company. One of the women bought a cup of nuts from them.

 

Later, a blind woman passed our table, led by a child. The other prostitute, the mother of two little children, gave her money.

 

Just a day earlier, I’d given a maple syrup candy to Abbas. He slowly ate half the candy, licking away the sweetness instead of biting into it. Then he carefully wrapped the remaining half and held it. An hour later, when his sister arrived, he gave it to her.

 

Around 7 p.m., the women told the children that it’s too late for them to be out. “Some man might snatch her,” she said, pointing to the 9-year-old girl. She knew all too well the possibilities that lie waiting in the dark. And in the light.

 

The thing about it all is that I think she sat down because she felt sorry for me. I was sitting alone in a red dress on Valentine’s Day and she was feeling celebratory in her own ironic way. She thanked me later for accepting her conversation. “We may be different, but we all breathe the same,” she said, inhaling and exhaling deeply for effect.

 

I will break down in sobs one day, but it won’t be because of the daily struggle of Monica and her friend, or Abbas and his sisters. They neither want nor need my tears or pity. I will break down because their generosity shames me. My bad experiences are largely a result of my own poor decisions. In their lives, there is no room for error.

 

“You have to be strong in life,” Monica told me, maybe telling herself at the same time. But their actions told me that before everything, you have to be human.

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American Courtesans

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