I’m not sure I agree with one of Rachel Moran’s statements.
She warns that “if sex is considered just a service, then raping a prostitute is considered just theft.”
No. If a prostitute says, “okay, let’s have sex for 50 dollars,” and the man doesn’t pay, that’s theft of services if the service is legal. If the service is illegal, well, she’s out of luck. She’s got to have her pimp go after the guy.
If a man asks a prostitute for sex and she says no, and he forces himself on her, that’s rape, not theft.
I understand the sentiment she’s trying to convey, but it’s one of those things that sounds good until you think about it.
The rest of her thoughts, in a new book about ex-prostitutes all over the world speaking out, show the psychological torment a woman who sells herself goes through.
When you thought yourself my holy saviour, asking what a pretty girl like me was doing in a place like that, you lost your halo when you proceeded to ask me to lie down on my back, and then put all your efforts into feeling my body as much as possible with your hands.’
She spoke about being in constant physical pain and so tired that she has to be careful not to fall asleep while with a client.
‘If you thought you paid for loyalty or small talk, you need to think again. I had zero interest in your excuses. I did not care that your wife had pelvic pain, and that you just could not go without sex. Or when you offered any other pathetic excuse for coming to buy sex with me.
When you thought I understood you and had sympathy for you, it was all a lie. I had nothing but contempt for you, and at the same time you destroyed something inside of me.
‘You sowed the seeds of doubt in me. Doubt as to whether all men were just as cynical and unfaithful as you were.
‘When you praised my appearance, my body, or my sexual abilities, you could just as well have vomited on me. You did not see the person behind the mask.
‘You only saw that which confirmed your illusion of a raunchy woman with an unstoppable sex drive.
‘In fact, you never said what you thought I wanted to hear. Instead, you said what you yourself wanted to hear.
What a sad life they live
Agree with you 100%. Seems obvious.
Ex-prostitutes speak out… yea, so what? Other losers run their yap about topics I am not interested in too. How is this news?
Next, they’ll want to claim “disability” if they are ugly and draw unemployment insurance.
Like when someone drives on my lawn and digs a foot trench. The lawn wasn’t stolen, it was raped.
They could have taken a minimum wage job, learned some skills and become a productive human being. Instead they chose this.
People endure far greater hardships than listed in the article without descending into a life of debasement.
They went after the kind of men they wanted.
Why are they complaining?
Where are the books written by $5,000-a-night-hookers?
Chapters about powerful male clients in business and politics?
To busy to write? Thought so.
Correction: Too busy…
(OK, so I dropped out of school to become a ‘tute)
Sylvia, you still smell like baby wipes.
What? You want your money back?
Ah, the freedom of physical expression, the service to mankind, the cash money, the hours you choose, the free narcotics, the glamorous short dresses, and the bliss of no strings attached. It must be wonderful to live the fantasy life of a prostitute!
Hilarious. All victim and sociopathic level of no accountability. “I was a prostitute because men are bad!”
Oh and she didn’t like her job. Made her tired and sore. Where is the memoir from a lumberjack who got a boo boo? She was more than happy to cash in while a young hottie. Hit her wall of aging and now she was victimized.
I’d hit that (for $5)
OK, so, since she once did that job she now speaks for all who do or did that job. . . right.
“‘If you thought you paid for loyalty or small talk, you need to think again. I had zero interest in your excuses. I did not care how your toilet came to be stopped up, and that you just could not go without a porcelain convenience. Or when you offered any other pathetic excuse for coming to buy plumbing from me.”
Try that … just as tear-jerking …
izlamo delenda est …
She b a x-ho now, be sho an listen.
Since I don’t use prostitutes, this really doesn’t concern me.
However, I got the impression these ex-pros went from being exploited by men to being used by Feminist counselors. When the woman who was raped by her step-father stated a counselor told her each trick was a reenactment of her rape it revealed that the counselling wasn’t rehabilitative, but resentment driven. A good therapist could help them leave prostitution without hating themselves, men or Society. A bad therapist just created three anti-men activists who still don’t seemed to have healed.