Break out the tea and I’ll break out some piping hot confessions.
Activities that seem to ooze out of ones skin must be said so that everything feels okay. What a wonderful thing to tell someone you’re a sex worker. There was no pause in the conversation or shocking reactions. The interaction was followed by a sip of tea.
But of course, there’s the inference that one is a sex worker because it’s “what they have to do for money”. I do it because I can. It’s fun at times. I do it because I can make $1,500 with only 8 hours of work. It makes me feel recognized, not to others but to myself. It boosts my self image and confidence. It’s like the rush of riding a bike for the first time. Once you get on, you don’t want to get off.
I love being a sex worker. I’m not doing it because I have to. I’m not addicted to drugs and I didn’t run away from home. I’m doing it for the fuck of it.