At age 35 I quit an unfulfilling corporate job and started sex work as an independent full service kink friendly switch. My early days were filled with wild situations and marked by an utter lack of self preservation.
We’ve come a few teeny steps forward on the stigma-front (to all the SW activists, thank you friends you’re so brave and so excellent, I wish I was brave too but I’m so fucking tired) but it feels like the only SWers that some of society is willing to accept are a niche bunch: ritch bitches.
I love physical activities and things that get my blood pumping, rock climbing, going dancing, etc but I also love the simple things like dinner and a movie at home. I love anything that makes me feel good.
Whenever my job is mentioned in newspapers, blogs, or magazines, the same tropes tend to pop up: moral panic, drug abuse, violence. Journalists quote us selectively, so that it sounds as if we’re living out the sex-negative, whorephobic stereotypes the public are used to consuming.
The vast majority of sex worker organisations are not only grassroots and run by volunteer sex workers, but due to harmful legislation and policy such as the anti prostitution pledge, they are also often cut off from government funding.