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Stop the Traffic! Peak Hour…

26 Wednesday Oct 2011

Posted by becauseimawhore in sex work

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Hot topic of the moment – human trafficking. Not to be confused with people smuggling. But feel free to mix it up with sex work and migrant workers, or just Asian women generally. There’s been a lot of media about the problem, politicians are discussing it, feminist and church groups are concerned about it and 4 corners is exposing it. Well I’m calling bullshit and here’s why!

I’ve worked in nearly every brothel in Adelaide for many years and I’ve never worked with anyone or met anyone who has  worked with someone who was being forced into it. If I or anyone I knew, ever worked with someone who was there against their will, we would call the cops.

It makes sense that sex workers would care the most about this sort of thing. If it’s happening, it’s happening in our industry, to our colleagues, in our workplaces, by our bosses and with our clients. Of course we would know and ofcourse we wouldn’t do nothing while this happened to us or our colleagues!

Maybe we don’t know about these sex slaves in our own industry. Maybe they are not in the brothels that I work at, or anyone I know has worked at, but in some secret dark and unknown brothel that no one knows about. Well there are still some people who would need to know about it – the clients.

I’ve seen a lot of clients in my time and I have had a lot of requests. Clients generally seem to prefer workers who want to be there, or are at least very good at pretending they enjoy their job. Most of my clients ask to kiss and cuddle not to have me sad and broken. 

Our clients are not demons. They are just clients. If you went to a restaurant do you want to be served by someone who is being forced to work against their will under awful conditions, or do you prefer to think your waiter is treated well and therefore treats you well? I have faith that there is more business in happy hookers than there is in Asian sex slaves. Not to say that there isn’t any money in Asian sex slaves, but happy hookers can play that character if required.

I have worked in Asian brothels. I worked for 12 months in a brothel that was run by a Chinese sex worker and had many workers, mainly Thai, Chinese, Vietnamese and Korean. These women were not your stereotype victim. They were very often strong, clever, motivated women who worked hard to provide for themselves and often their family. They were also very good business women, who knew how to manipulate the industry to bring in the maximum profit.

That includes playing up to your stereotype, if that’s what will make them money. We all do it. Find our niche and work it. I loved listening to the workers play up their soft accents or act out the submissive Asian girl character for the sake of taking his money. Just like most of us hookers, they knew how to be a mattress actress, while skilfully and assertively negotiating their terms and providing their service without ever breaking character. Until the client leaves. And then its back to loudly laughing and teasing each other, cooking the whole place a feast or yelling down the phone to their family and friends.

And these workers know how to make money.

There are a few well-known cases of rich old white men roaming around South East Asia or poorer parts of India trying save the prostitutes by “buying their freedom” from the brothel that has captured them. In many of these cases the newly freed victim returns to the brothel of their own accord and it’s usually blamed on drug addiction, inability to cope in outside world or economic necessity. But it makes me wonder because I can totally picture a sex worker in a Thailand brothel meeting one of these geezers while they are on shift, he starts talking about buying her freedom and the $$ flashes above his head. She goes down to the boss and says something like “it’s another one of those knight in shining armour fantasies again, I reckon he’s rich, lets tell him its US$5000 to buy my freedom”. She goes back to his hotel with him and tells him sad stories, he then takes her “home to her village” before he trots off to write his award-winning saviour book and she goes back to work having made a months wages with that one client.

In the Asian brothels I have worked at, I have been treated better than in many of the other brothels I have worked at. The working conditions were better. My cut of the service fee was fairer, and I felt like part of a family. Lots of the workers came and went, but that’s because most of the workers I worked with in Adelaide Asian brothels actually lived in other states. They came to Adelaide to do sex work because they wanted to remain discreet. They didn’t want to do sex work in their own small communities in their own home states because of the stigma we all face. But we felt like part of a family. Often the workers would live and work in the brothel for a few weeks at a time before returning home and the coming back every few months. This meant our workplace was also someone’s house so we’d share home cooked meals and intimacies that you share when you spend that much time in someone’s living space. This community was networked and looked after each other.

I have been to parts of Asia and Pacific countries and hung out with sex workers there. When I was in China recently, all the sex workers I met wanted to come to Australia. They asked me so many questions about how they could get here. Many knew someone, who knew someone, who could help them come here for a considerable fee. Many knew people who had decided to take that option and had been happy with their business arrangement. No one knew people who had been tricked into doing sex work in another country. Although some people knew some sex workers who had been mislead about work conditions or contract arrangements, but they weren’t told they were going to be a waitress.

Why would traffickers have to trick someone to come to Australia to work as a sex worker, when I could right now give you the contact details of 20 gorgeous young Chinese sex workers who would pay you money to bring them here to work happily and voluntarily in your brothel? They can even  play a perfect game of submissive sex object if you’re willing to pay.

Why would someone take these risks for an unhappy unwilling worker when other sex workers and our clients will not tolerate it?

It doesn’t ring true to me. It isn’t logical. There is no evidence and I call bullshit.

And it’s more than that. I was reading this great book about the history of sex work in Australia and it talked about in the early 1900’s the media and public concern with the “white slave trade” back then it was all about young white girls accepting overseas domestic jobs with evil European or Japanese villains who would then trick them into prostitution. There was very little evidence of this however and infact it seems there is a lot of evidence of workers of all nationalities migrating for better work conditions, include young white Australian female sex workers. It also tells of how the Salvation Army and many feminists attempted to save sex workers by forcing them to work in laundries in sweatshop like conditions, and had their pays docked to cover lodge and boarding. It’s still the feminists and the salvation army who are trying to raid our workplaces, rescue sex workers and rehabilitate us into a less than suitable job.

That rings true to me.

And it’s more than even that. If people care about us, how come the cops don’t do anything when you tell them your boss is withholding pay or taking unlawful fines or blackmailing you but they jump on the trafficking bandwagon, taking it upon themselves to raid Asian brothels intimidating everyone they find. How come the same feminists who fight to close our workplaces now act like they care about us but don’t listen when we fight for workers rights. How come the church groups that used to be about saving us from our sins now want to force themselves upon asian sex slaves and call themselves an anti trafficking group. And how come adult business groups (big bosses of big legal brothels) are so quick accuse their competition of trafficking, the same brothels they used to accuse of spreading disease. Why don’t any of these people care about trafficking in other industries? And how come I still haven’t met any of these trafficked sex slaves. It’s because these groups have seized the few sad stories they have ‘exposed’ to serve their purpose and further their agenda. Sex workers have been yelling for years about our problems, but no one is interested in sensible boring workers rights and anti discrimination strategies.

Sex workers DO experience exploitation at work. Migrant workers DO have barriers to accessing support and services. Our immigration and our Visa systems DO make Asian sex workers vulnerable. We DO want allies and attention to these issues. We DO need urgent legislation reviews and reforms.

But you’re getting it all wrong. Media hysteria and more cops and reactionary policy and strengthened stereotypes and preconceived ideas and misinformation and salivating over discovered victims and villains and then some more cops. It isn’t helping!

I wont leave this here,  I’ll write more about this very soon, in particular about the real life harms of the sex trafficking rhetoric and what sex workers want to address these issues. Up next in the ‘stop the traffic’ series is ‘the car accident you can’t look away from’ followed by ‘the scenic route’ .

Hooker Syndrome

02 Tuesday Aug 2011

Posted by becauseimawhore in sex work

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false consciousness, friends and family, money, personal stories, queers, Sex Work, south australia, stigma

Back to the story so far. We were up to the bit where I start sex work and escorting at Pity Girls. At the time I was living in a share house with a bunch of students and queer folks. I wasn’t the first in my group of friends to experiment with sex work as an income option, and I wasn’t the last (and I’m not just talking about the women). I wasn’t shy about telling my friends what I did at the time as I had no shame, no hang ups and no guilt about my new job.

In fact the opposite. I was proud of myself. Here i was, 18 years old, just quit my check out chick job, spent my life thinking I was fat and unattractive, nowhere near as cool as my friends, broke, lots of dreams but not of lot of motivation, and within a week I making lots of disposable income, going shopping, buying new clothes, being sexually active, getting loads of compliments, experimenting, partying and i loved it.

And it’s not like my friends were conservative or negative about sex, i hung out with gay boys and lesbians, whores and hippies. My friends were artists and dole bludgers and uni students and other sex workers. And i had cash. Ofcourse everyone loves you when you have cash. And everyone loves to be loved, right? Well i certainly lapped up my new-found confidence, independence and POWER that having money and adoring followers (clients and unfinancial friends) gave me.

I was the epitome of the ‘happy hooker’.  I remember telling one of my friends what I did for a job and he replied with a very queer and high-pitched “ooooooohhh you’re a lady of the night!”. Everyone loved me, my money, my stories, my clothes, my my my my everything.

Oh except my closest friend. A gay guy I have been friends with since I was a child. Dont get me wrong, he loved it when I ordered us pizza and payed for it all. But he hated my new bigger and bolder attitude. I wasn’t his first friend to give sex work a go. And I wasn’t the last to come down with what he coined ‘hooker syndrome’.

Hooker syndrome. It isn’t describing a syndrome affecting a poor wilting victim with no choices. Nor an abused girl with a false consciousness. Nor is it a scary looking disease. It’s not a sex addiction. Hooker syndrome is not anything bad. Unless you’re the oldest friends of the person afflicted with this curious ailment.

According to my friend, hooker syndrome effected all new sex workers. It was a passing  syndrome that usually started in the first few shifts of someone starting sex work and lasted at least 3 months, usually up to 6 months. Hooker Syndrome refers to the annoying attitude that new hookers get, what – with our new-found confidence, cash, sexiness ‘take me or leave me just as i am cos i got plenty other options right here right now’ attitude.

Apparently, me and my hooker syndrome was unbearable. Which was fine by me, cos frankly I found their lack of disposable income and increasing debt they owed me to be unbearable  also.

I decided to move out from the share house because, all of a sudden, stable housing, rent payed on time, furniture owned outright and food in my cupboard became a reality for me, and I was becoming a growd up. While my friends were still complaining about cold fries in order to scam free McDonald’s and fleeing rental accommodations in the night.

Presumably my hooker syndrome was more bearable when I was flashing round the cash buying drinks for my friends at Mars (Adelaide’s only gay nightclub with ridiculously overpriced drinks) than it was when I was bitchily demanding they grow up and pay the rent, because I moved out into my own little place, but still partied all the time with my pals.

We have all grown up now (well mostly) and they are all still my friends (well mostly), and my hooker syndrome did settle down (well mostly) (you be the judge)

How I told my mother that her little girl is a sex worker, and what she said back to me, is a story for another time.

Consent to this!

30 Saturday Jul 2011

Posted by becauseimawhore in Rants, sex work

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clients, consent, disability, false consciousness, feminism, rants, Sex Work, stigma

Another big reminder as to why i stay anonymous. As to why, if we met at a party, i aint going to tell you the truth about my employment. Not only does the South Australian law make me a criminal, sex negative religion and cultures make me immoral, but now, feminists and do gooders make me a victim.

There are some who would like to have ME believe that i am not actually choosing to do sex work. That i am not able to give meaningful consent, that all my clients are raping me. No matter how i protest and beg to be believed and listened to, my experiences are denied, twisted and used against me and my work. Men become the enemy, my clients who are mostly men, are paying to rape me, and i am too damaged to understand this.

Bullshit.

In an attempt to try to challenge this steriotype of men as my abusers and me as a victim, i posted a story about one of my clients who had a disability. Often my work with clients who have a disability is understood as a community service, and it is in this context that the letters to the editor change and we are offered respect for the work that we do. But not this time. Now obviously, i am raping my client. It seems impossible for sex work to happen without someone raping someone else. It seems impossible to believe that meaningful consent is possible when it comes to sex, or money, or both combined.

I should have known better than to think i could alter people’s strongly held believe systems that sex is bad mmkay. So im not sure why i am bothering to write this now, but i need to get it off my chest, so please, indulge me.

These people believe that there is no way i am able to give real consent to do sex work due to outside structures. So since i live and have always lived in a patriarchal world, it is impossible for me to have any real choice about participating or promoting this system, or i am too stupid to have any critical analysis and so cannot see my actions for what they are. Or some bullshit.

Or that because i do it for economical reasons, that isn’t really a choice, because i wouldnt do it if it werent for the money. And even if I say i have other choices about how to make money, but i choose sex work for the extra money, for the flexibility and autonomy, they say, its not real choice because there isnt enough choices for me that are high paying or flexible, and if there was maybe i wouldnt do sex work. I call this crystal ball thinking… and i dont understand the point? Yeh if I won the lottery maybe I’d spend my time blogging and writing and bringing up happy healthy children and walking my dog near the ocean, instead of going to work. But, um, just because that’s not in my list of possible choices right now, doesn’t make my current decisions or my consent to sex any less valid and meaningful!

And now my clients who i can clearly demonstrate are not abusing me, are being abused by me! So now women and people with disabilities and people who havent won the lottery are not able to consent.

So it makes me wonder, what in the eyes of the anti sex brigade, what IS the magical formula for meaningful consent to sex? What are the required characteristics? Im guessing, it can never include a paid transaction.

Let me be clear. I consent. My consent is as meaningful as your consent to have sex with anyone ever. I am not the only one who’s decisions and choices are influenced by the society i live in. All of our decisions are effected by the context of our world. Obviously. My choices are not less valid than yours just because i choose to get paid for sex and you dont.

You are right, I am not independently wealthy, and I am a women in a man’s world. But I still have the ability to say yes, and mean it. And just because I believe in my right to say yes does NOT mean I don’t still demand the right to say no! Two words yes and no, watch me use them! That’s right, I am woman, hear me roar!

And my clients consent. Meaningful, informed, considered, purposeful, premeditated and continuous consent. Even those clients who have a disability. They do not loose their ability to consent just because they have a disability. There maybe extra considerations to take into account, but they are still able to consent to sex. They still have the RIGHT to consent to sex. They still have the right to make decisions about their body! (Although sadly not a right that is always afforded to many patholigised, institutionalised or marginalised.)

Not only do both my client and I consent to sex, but i believe that the sex i have in my sex work service is the MOST consensual sex i have ever had. It is so heavily negotiated with explicit boundaries discussed upfront in minute detail.

I do not just find myself falling into bed with my clients after a few drinks or a few dates when one of us guesses the time is right. We do not just ‘go with the flow’ with nothing spoken. I do not dutifully agree to my husband climbing on top of me and having his fun for no other reason that its the expectation. No.

In my service both I, and my client have discussed, negotiated and consented to:

1. Where and when we will have sex

2. How long the sex will go for

3. How much money it will cost either of us

4. What sort of protection is used

5. What either of us is not comfortable or prepared to do during sex

I do not think i have discussed sex and my expectations of sex, and my boundaries and needs from sex so openly with any potential sexual partner in my personal life.

Yet somehow, people are way more comfortable with me picking up in the pub and falling into bed that night with no discussion.

Or marrying some dude that just does missionary and finishes in 5 minutes once a week.

That is meaningful consent, apparently, but money = rape.

Bullshit!

Just another day in an orifice..

24 Sunday Jul 2011

Posted by becauseimawhore in Rants, sex work

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clients, discrimination, false consciousness, feminism, laws, personal stories, rants, safe sex, sex industry, Sex Work, stigma, the boss

Im not sure exactly what you all think goes on during a sex work booking, but from the conversations i have with people about sex work, it seems folks have gotten the wrong idea. Now i don’t claim to speak for all sex workers, and i realise i am only just one person. But I have done a lot of reading and talking, and i have met a lot of other sex workers over the years, i have worked with lots of sex workers over the years. I feel pretty confident that my experiences are similar to many other sex workers experiences. I am not the only sex worker saying:

I find sex work boring not abusive.

I often find the bookings mundane and repetitive. I find my thoughts drifting to a phone conversation i had earlier, or writing a shopping list in my head or trying to figure out where i am up to in my song timings. The sex is mostly vanilla, the clients simple, the bookings uneventful.

My clients don’t want to hurt me

My clients ask if i kiss and cuddle, not try to hurt or rape me. I dont particularly care for my clients, but i certainly do not hold any ill feelings towards them. And i have not had clients who display any ill feeling towards me. I occasionally have clients who try to push the boundaries of my service and i have occasionally had clients who did not show me the respect that i would like, but i have not been raped by a client, and i have not been hit by a client. Maybe i have just been lucky. Luckier than i have been in my personal life. Or maybe not all clients want to hurt sex workers. Most of my clients are quiet, nervous, shy with often very basic sexual interests. Again… boring.

I don’t have a pimp.

I have at different times worked for an employer, in partnerships with other workers and i currently work for myself. I chose to do sex work. I called the agency, they didn’t approach me. I told them when i could and couldn’t work so it fit around my other commitments. I wasn’t being fed drugs by men with gold chains and a cane and bad temper. I wasn’t a runaway. I will mention i have had some shitty sex industry employers, both men and women. But nothing that some OH&S regulations and industrial protections couldn’t fix. I am fighting for smoke free workplaces and shorter shifts, not fighting cos i was tied to a bed and forced to do anything…. again, boring.

I know how to say no:

And i do regularly. I, like most sex workers have do’s and don’ts in my service. My service is a standard vanilla full service. I stay in control throughout the booking, taking the lead, providing the service to the client.  I do not sell my body to my client, or even rent it. My clients do not expect  to be able to do whatever they want to me, like a piece of meat with no holes  bared. No. I give a great massage, i don’t do anal, i always use condoms for sex and oral, and put your hands here not here please. Controlled, negotiated, safe, regulated……… boring.

I’m not a callgirl, a junkie or a nymph.

Im just your regular average looking, plain dressing, vagina possessing, consenting adult. You wont pick me on the bus. You wont notice me as we both pick up our children from school. Im not going to tell you happy hooker stories at a party. I’m not going to show up dead in a dumpster. I’m not waiting to be rescued, and i’m not making a million bucks a night in designer suits and perfect hair, a credit card machine and a pager. Im just me. A woman going to work, coming home, and doing my thing discreetly…. boring.

Boring plain unexciting sex workers like me exist everywhere, just like our even more boring clients. Don’t forget about us in you’re feminist theory, in your law making, in your newspapers, in your crime shows, in your romantic comedies, in your dinner conversations, your social research and when your making assumptions about sex work.

And don’t presume the person you’re talking to hasn’t done sex work. We’re everywhere. But we’re not likely to tell you.

You are now consorting with a South Australian sex worker.

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