I am a sex worker, and I enjoy many things about it. No, I don’t think it’s shameful, unethical, or immoral. But other people do, and that makes it harder to work safely and fulfill people’s fantasies. I like helping people. And I also need to pay my bills like (almost) everyone else.
Would I keep doing sex work if I didn’t need the money? Probably not, but I also wouldn’t be working any job if I didn’t need the money.
For me, sex work is as good as any job to keep me afloat in our current economic system. The fact that we need to come up with a pretty sizable chunk of money every month just to survive is kind of strange, when you think about it. And stressful. We spend a good percentage of our lives working, so that we can live… until we die. What?!
I don’t profess to have an answer for the failings of capitalism. But considering that every society ever was just made the fuck up, I think there’s a lot of room for improvement. As a woman living in the US today, growing up working class, I know I’ve seen one particular side of income inequality. There are thousands and thousands and thousands of stories from folks who are not like me (white, cisgender, able-bodied, college degree, English first language, etc) who talk of life experiences that are horrific, fucked up, stomach turning. And there are also straight white men with objectively more privilege than me who are also having a (different type of) shitty time in life. I feel for all of you… I am empathetic to a fault.
As you can tell, I like to question things. Not everything all at once… there was a time when I questioned the Theory of natural selection and human evolution. But I saw such consistent and logical support for the idea that I have accepted it as a great way to make sense of the world, and our place in it. And the weirdness that is: humans wanting to make sense of everything.
This entry is heavy. Life is heavy. Human life, that is. I look over at my dog, bred to be hypoallergenic and cute. My well-cared for dog, who doesn’t have to hunt or wait for food, who is kept clean and loved and entertained by toys, who lives in a temperature controlled house. Can I be a dog like that? Sounds like a nice, cushy life. Woof.