delve a little deeper....
My lovely friend Fanny Price is in London next week, from 10th-14th June in Bayswater. She's top totty so if you're in London do consider paying her a visit! This is her Adultwork profile to find out more...
Alternatively, you could get organised and book us both together in either Bayswater or Hounslow, but we do need some notice because we'll be in our own locations unless we have a booking planned. Therefore your job to get your hands on two pairs of beautiful boobs is to ring me and get booked in asap!
Just to give you some further encouragement here's a couple of pictures I have of her!
Frankly an experience of both of us together is priceless, but to make it easier for you we have set the following rates for duo sessions.
£120 for 30 minutes
£200 for an hour
£300 for 90 minutes
£400 for two hours
Ok, this is going to sound full of snark, but if it stops just one moron from ringing me up then I am happy! :)
Things clients say that won't get you a booking with me:
Crime: Overuse of terms of endearments
Likely to say: "Hello darling, how are you my darling? I'd like to see you today darling, when can I see you darling?"
Why it offends me: It's annoying, I am not your darling and if you annoy me in the first 3 seconds of a phone call I'm not going to tolerate an hour with you.
What you will be saved in my phone as: DNS (Do not see)
Crime: Asking a million questions
Likely to say: "Where are you? how old are you? Can you tell me what you look like? How much is it?"
Why it offends me: If you don't know these things about me, why have you decided to call me and if you tell me your mate gave you my number then I shall tell you to bloody ask him what I look like!
What you will be saved in my phone as: DNS (Do not see)
Crime: Getting off for free
Likely to say: How big are your breasts, are they full? Do your nipples get hard? Are you shaved? What will you wear for me? Are you horny?
Why it offends me: I can hear you wanking!
What you will be saved in my phone as: Phone Wanker
Crime: Boundary Pushing
Likely to say: Do you do anal/bareback/other service I don't offer? Oh but I'm small/clean/nice, I'm sure we'll get on really well, when you meet me you'll see I'm a gentleman...
Why it offends me: Just NO!
What you will be saved in my phone as: TWAT
Crime: Having a vivid imagination
Likely to say: My wife and I want to have a threesome. Now let me tell you a really long winded scenario about how I'd like the booking to happen. Oh, she is out at the moment, I'll get her to call you later.
Why it offends me: Your wife knows nothing of this you lying cunt!
What you will be saved in my phone as: TW (Timewaster)
Crime: Owning an enormous penis
Likely to say: I've got 10 inches can you take that much? I'm going to send you a photo! Are you sure you can take it? I've got good girth too!
Why it offends me: You've got a 4 inch winkle and you're never ever going to actually show up.
What you will be saved in my phone as: Cockwomble
Crime: Being Scary
Likely to say: Can we do a rape scenario? Can I tie you up and spit in your face? Can I take you dogging?
Why it offends me: No respect for my safety and security concerns, also I've never met you before!
What you will be saved in my phone as: DNS (Do not see)
Other things that make me be booked up for the next six months
1. What time are you open til?
2. What's your postcode? (as an opening line)
3. What girls have you got available? (Um Lydia, Lydia or Lydia)
4. Can I come now, I'm two minutes away. (when you don't know where I live and you haven't even said hello)
5. Can my mate come too?
6. Anything in an accent I can't understand.
7. If you're calling me when I can hear kids nearby (It weirds me out)
8. Would you fuck my dog for a grand (Yes, it happened)
9. I want you to pull my mate but not let him know I've paid you.
10. I want to meet you in a pub/in public (When I don't know them at all)
Am I too cynical?!
I have never been a massive fan of camming if I'm really honest. Not because I don't like getting my bits out and playing with myself for the pleasure of a man (or woman) via webcam (cos I really do!) it's all the sitting about waiting for someone to appear that I find dull and demoralising! Or that thing where people look at you for 3 seconds and then leave making you think 'Oh, so he didn't fancy me!' :( The other thing was, if it was busy in a group session it'd get really confusing as what to do if multiple people were asking different things or if someone said Oh please go put a pair of red pants on I'd do so only to come back and find he had logged out. Frankly, the whole thing was a pain in the arse.
However, it was hit upon after conversation with Sarita that what I could do was offer camming bookings via Skype. This way clients can make actual bookings for a specific time and with requests for outfits or how they want things to go in the same way as making a real life booking! They'd get a private session with noone interrupting and exactly what they want from me!
So I have set myself up the webcamming/Skype bit on Adultwork so click the link and have a look!
You need to pay credits via adultwork which means registering, but it's pretty simple and safe as far as I have experienced.
So for those of you who live too far away to come and play or haven't the time to get over, or if you're nervous about booking why not book a quick cam session to break the ice why not book a camming session for a gossip or some super sexy cyber sex?!
I think it's a perfect win/win solution to my camming frustrations! :)
In very exciting news I shall be working with the lovely Fanny Price on Sunday 29th September at my usual incall location in Hounslow. Fanny is an experienced bi escort usually based in the north of England, but on a naughty jaunt to London with a pit stop in Hounslow for some busty, yummy, juicy girl on girl delights with lucky old me!
If you fancy getting lucky with us both do make your bookings well in advance because it's for one day only (and early Monday morning!)
Click here for Fanny's adultwork profile and contact me in the usual way to secure your session!
Rates for us together are:
£120 for 30 minutes
£200 for an hour
£300 for 90 minutes
£400 for two hours
In most excellent news Rhoda Grant's bill to criminalise the purchase of sex in Scotland has failed.
Here is SCOT-PEP's press release on the news.
and how The Daily Record reported it.
Of course I am thrilled for those who work in Scotland and thrilled for the wider implications of the failure of this bill.
Congratulations to those who have fought so hard to get their voices heard and continued to shout when the consultation resulted in a biased proposal with misinformation and missing responses.
And finally thank you to those of you who read my words about the proposed bill and were inspired to add their support in fighting this.
Anyone who knows this blog well enough will know of my loathing of the press and it has been at the front of my mind again because I was thinking about content for the wonderful Everyday Whorephobia website. I offered my blog post about tabloids and the outing of sex workers which was kindly accepted and posted (here if you're interested).
I'm reluctant to go into details about my own personal outing (Oh God, that sounds like I went to the seaside for the day; I mean in the press) because obviously I would prefer to protect my anonymity/.
What I haven't ever really written about is what happened when I was outed at work. I think it's time I got it down, firstly for my own cathartic reasons and secondly it is a perfect demonstration of whorephobia and the stigma sex workers face. I also feel a bit uncomfortable telling this story to other sex workers who also have other jobs because it scares the hell out of them. However, if this blog works as a reminder of why you should be really fucking careful then it's done some good. Some details are sketchy or have been altered to protect myself.
When I started escorting it was on a very part time basis. I had a full time job which was fairly demanding and meant working weekends, but this worked well because it meant I was able to work on week days when I was off work which tend to be the busier times. I didn't live with anyone I had to hide it from and my lover and best friend at the time were very supportive.
In a way escorting saved me. It sorted me out financially and I as I was started to feel disillusioned with one night stands and meaningless flings it gave me sex without the crap that went with it and despite what some people might think I found I didn't feel ‘used’ in the way I was starting to with men I would meet on civvie street. In fact I still say to people that most of my clients are nicer, kinder, more honest and more reliable than many of the non paying men I have had in my life!
Everything ticked along nicely, me being happier than I had been in a long time. Juggling work and clients was easy. I didn't have to see many clients because on top of a decent salary the extra £200 or so a week made a massive difference to me and I was getting debts paid off and able to enjoy life again. I was hardly out buying Louboutins and jetting off on luxury holidays, but able to do , you know, normal things like pay my bills on time, be able to afford to meet friends for dinner after spending so long having to turn down most social arrangements.
I'm going to skim over the story of who outed me and the background to that huge almighty fuck up of a relationship but I will say it was someone I had only known about six weeks, it was a bit intense and I felt I needed to tell him about my escorting work because at the time I thought it was a relationship going somewhere. Once I realised he was controlling, manipulative and a liar I got out. I ended it nicely (it's not you it's me type thing!) It was a fling, it was brief, it didn't work out, no harm done... you'd think.
Oh how right I was in my suspicions this man was a nutjob. He didn't take being ditched very well. After much pestering, begging, threats, anger, tears, accusations of STI's via text, voicemails and emails for two months he did finally go away.
However, four months after the end of the six week fling he reappeared. Well, actually he didn't reappear, what did appear was an email sent to several departments of the organisation I worked for. The email was written as if from a third party who knew that I was working for them and as an escort and how could they allow such a disgusting person be part of their organisation. There was a helpful link to my adultwork profile and a couple of personal bits of info thrown in such as my job title and where I lived.
The person who first picked up the email; someone I worked with a lot and got on well with came to see me with it. She assumed that it was all a made up lie and wanted to warn me that I obviously had an enemy. Incidentally, she got bollocked and taken down a disciplinary route for telling me first and not flagging it up to her manager first. She suggested I went to tell my manager and I felt I had to because she did have a responsibility to deal with it and I didn't want to have to make her feel disloyal by doing it. I'm glad I did because it would have come out anyway once other people had seen it (It went to the PR dept and the directorate too I discovered later).
So, I showed my manager and admitted that parts of it were true. He freaked the hell out and I ended up reassuring him that I was fine and I was happy doing it. Off he went to HR in a tizz. Seriously, for a senior manager he handled it appallingly and made it obvious he had no idea how to deal with me or seem to be able to cope with me as a sexual being. I was so the opposite end of his scale of the kind of woman he finds attractive! I also suspect he thought sex workers should look like Julia Roberts in Pretty woman or be heroin addled drug or some other stereotype.
Later that day I had to go to an informal meeting with him and HR where I was asked all manner of embarrassing questions. As much as I was proud of myself for getting my life together by escorting I couldn't help feeling excruciatingly embarrassed and shameful for having done it. I suppose in a way it was like discussing sex with your elderly granny which probably is a good analogy of the organisation I worked for. It wasn't a street wise teenager of a company, it was a prim, conventional, old fashioned stuck in the dark ages kind of place.
Fun questions included Why didn't you tell your manager you had a second job as per company policy? WHY DO YOU FUCKING THINK?!
Have you ever conducted business on company property? Now, if you knew where I worked you'd find this as hilarious as I did.
They asked me about the legality of what I did, who else knew, was I paying tax, where did I advertise, did I think it affected my ability to do my job properly. I mean seriously- I had been there ten years with a perfect record, little sick time and had been promoted in the last year, I hit targets, I ran a department and it's million quid budget, I was respected and frankly shit hot.
I reassured them that I would give up (ha!) and that my job wasn't effected, as surely my boss would have noticed. I only worked occasionally- maybe an hour or two a week and I was very discreet. There was nothing out there regarding my real identity or place of work and that it was only because of some insane, spurned dickhead it had been revealed.
Everyone who I told about this reassured me. It would be fine. Say you're sorry and you'll give up straight away. They can't fire you, you've done nothing wrong, it doesn't effect your work, it's not illegal, what you do in your own time isn't their business blah blah blah.
I was told they weren't going to suspend me whilst they 'investigated' further pending a formal disciplinary, but there were some limitations put on me and I know full bloody well they didn't suspend me because they needed me to cover over the Christmas period.... So I plodded on, more miserable than I ever had been, I was told not to tell anyone at all, so my team were confused at my behaviour and why I wasn't doing certain things and hiding in my office. My boss couldn't look me in the eye and actively avoided me. I was scared and upset about my job and bewildered as to what they were doing to 'investigate' and he was fucking useless. He was furious with me for 'being so stupid' and 'bringing shame on the organisation'.
So Christmas passed and then on New Years Eve I was hauled back to HR (who had come in specially) and told they had investigated and discovered 'incriminating evidence' on my computer. What they had actually found was a word document I had drafted, a Gumtree ad for a threesome, nothing to do with sex work at all but a private thing with a lover. They also had a couple of photos I had inadvertently downloaded (or uploaded, I don't know) wearing tarty clothes and one topless one. Again these were for the lover I had emailed (via hotmail, not the work email, I wasn't that stupid) but had somehow ended up on my hard drive.
Despite being comfortable with my body and taking my clothes off for strange men I was HUGELY embarrassed by this. It was mortifying. Despite quite liking men getting off on photos of me I was cringing like mad over the fact people in IT, HR and my boss had seen these photos. At this point I was suspended. I had the humiliation of being escorted to my office to collect my things, had my staff pass and keys taken away and escorted off the premises like some common thief.
As I walked to the train station I knew I would never go back.
A good friend had put me in touch with a lawyer who despite everyone else telling me that they couldn't sack me told me that yes, indeed they could sack me. Despite not using company property, assets or time to escort, the fact it isn't illegal I was still potentially bringing the company name into disrepute.
I had already decided that I couldn't face going back and never wanted to see my boss again and having discussed it with the HR woman (who was fantastic and kind in many ways) I realised by resigning prior to a disciplinary hearing I could go with an unblemished record and a good reference.
I think they would have sacked me if I had gone through the disciplinary process. I had worked for them long enough and with HR enough times on disciplinary hearings for both my own staff and as an independent manger for other departments to know how they operated and the things they kept raising such as policies regarding second jobs and using company equipment they were gunning to get me on something.
Ten days after I resigned the tabloid rag printed their story on me so even if I had got away with a slap on the wrist I'm pretty sure I would have been forced into leaving one way or another. Yeah, the psycho man was responsible for telling the paper too...
It's a shitty story I know, but it happened and I'm fine. Please don't feel sorry for me, these things make me a stronger person and quite likely I am much happier than where I was a few years ago.
The points I want to make are:
Be very careful if you escort and you work elsewhere.
The stigma of escorting sucks.
Can you imagine if I was bringing a company into disrepute for being a birdwatcher or into knitting or if I babysat the kids next door twice a week. What about firing someone for making a bit of cash on eBay or for staying up all night playing Candy Crush. Why is sex work a reason for forcing someone out of a job? Why does society think that this industry is akin with stabbing kittens or kicking old ladies in the street?
I have some theories but I'd love to know what others think.
I followed someone new on Twitter on Friday night. She was a follower of a follower, I was just being friendly. Didn't think any more of it.
Then on Saturday morning she tweeted me to say: I would prefer that you don't follow me please. Some of your photos are totally inappropriate.
Oh. Oops. I know some people don't wish to follow me because they don't want questions raised over why they are following an escort. I get that for some chaps there may be an uncomfortable line of questioning from their partner even if they are not actually a client or have no intention of booking a sex worker. I don't *just* tweet about work or pictures of my tits! Some people follow me for other reasons.
Anyway. I assume if I have followed someone who is appalled to have me following them they just quietly ignore me and don't follow back or just block me. I have friends who I have discussed twitter with and they don't follow me because they don't want to see/hear about some of the more naughty side of my life. That's fine, in the conventional world it's not usual to see your friends tits or hear about her kinky habits. It's fine. and besides my actual real life friends and I stay in touch by other methods and it helps not blurring lines between the side of me that isn't Minxy.
I was however, a bit more offended by this woman's next comment: I also understand that you are an escort- really not what I was to have following me.
I'm a what? not a who? I'm an inanimate object? A disgusting concept? Snotty cow! Now trust me, I came up with all sorts of scathing comments to retaliate with but decided I would leave it and simply retweet her second comment.
I guess I thought a couple of followers might comment to me about how rude she was or maybe some of my non whoreish followers would learn that as lovely as they think I am, others do not think the same and that some people forget we sex workers are actually real rounded people. So, I retweeted, went for breakfast and I didn't think any more of it.
However, a couple of people did pick up on it, mainly Violet Rose, a lovely escort based in Scotland. She questioned both the tweets and then Dr Brooke Magnanti waded in with;
'Let's all follow her! All of my photos are appropriate.'
Lots of people took notice then!
I was truly amazed, amused and genuinely touched so many people were sticking up for me! It didn't help that my cross non follower decided to retaliate by telling my sex worker chums and allies (including Dr Magnanti!) to get a proper job! She said:
If any escorts follow me, I will block them. Try to get a better life. Try working hard.”
By now tweets were popping up all over the place from all over the world saying they would follow her and being angry that she seemed to think that we were all lazy and that we should try working in the City to see what hard work really was. One of my favourite tweets was from @fornicatrix who said:
Trust me, I did some serious work with city traders last couple weeks. About 15 of them actually. It's pretty hard work.
Hee hee! Several people questioned how being a city worker could possibly be considered better than sex work, @bustysarita said:
Love the notion that working in the city is somehow a more 'noble' way to earn money than our profession.
So, I expect she spent the afternoon blocking a huge number of sex workers and not only that but anyone else who followed her, assuming they were sex workers. I would love to know how many people she had to block!
Later on in the afternoon my train family (I have a huge number of followers who work in the rail industry and no it's not because train drivers are more inclined to see escorts!) jumped on board (ha, see what I did there?) and started to critisise her actions and question whether their jobs were worthy enough to be followed too! It was a lovely show of solidarity from them who have no agenda or connection to sex work, just that they are sweet decent people who do not like to see prejudice and rudeness.
I didn't approve of some of the tweets that were a bit mean and personal towards her, but I felt warmed that so many people responded and it felt like I was part of a big gang who had my back. Working alone often means you miss out on the same camaraderie that you get in a conventional workplace.
I was sad to be reminded that there are plenty of people out there who do not like me on the basis of what I do for a living. One gets used to reading the bile of the feminist anti prostitution movement and whilst they make me angry, I sort of accept their existence and accept that *some* of the things they say about the nasty side of the industry are true.
It's quite odd to be reminded that I am hated and judged purely on what I do for a living. As a white, middle class Brit whose sexuality is generally judged as straight I am in a position of privilege for the most and have never really been discriminated against. Even as a woman I have worked in industries that aren't sexist and being female has never been a barrier for me so I guess I had a small taste of what other people receive every day of their lives. Gosh. It was quite thought provoking.
Anyway, the lovely Violet Rose blogged about this too and she also explains whorephobia much better than I could so do have a read! This is the the link. Do also read this article Violet links to at the bottom of her blog post here.
Ask any escort and she will tell you this comes under one of the most annoying things to be asked on the phone.
It's not that we don't want clients to ask questions if they are not sure about something and I fully understand why a man would want to confirm that I do the services he requires, but the 'What services do you do?' question which annoys and this is why:
1. I like to think that a man has read my website and profile already decided I am the escort for him because of my looks/price/location/services etc etc BEFORE he calls me up.
2. If I listed all my services it would take ages. Yes I could mention the commonly requested ones and tell him my no nos but how do I know if this covers what he wants?
3. It feels faintly like he is a prank caller wanting to get off on my saying rude words.
4. Why can't he just say what it is he wants? Why can't he be specific? You don't ring a Chinese takeaway and say 'So, what's on the menu?'
5. It's not always convenient for me to speak about naughty things if I am out and about. I don't sit in my flat alone all day waiting for the phone to ring and I don't want to not take calls if I am hoping to arrange bookings for later in the day/week. If I am out I usually say I'm on the train (or wherever) and hope they will realise that it's better for me if they say 'I'm looking for a GFE with a tit wank and a blow job and then to finish off on your tits' So I can easily respond to this with 'Yes, that's fine!' Or, of course if he has more detailed questions to ask when a better time to speak is!
I'm honestly not being grumpy or not understanding that for some blokes it's a nerve racking phone call to make. It's just that the 'What services do you do?' question really bugs me.
Other questions that are impossible or annoying to answer:
1. Are you dirty?
2. Have you got big tits?
3. How old are you? (If it matters why not look it up first, I hardly keep it a secret online)
4. Is it you in the photos? (No, I thought I'd put up pics of my mate *insert sarcasm icon*)
5. Can I have your address? (before a booking has been arranged)
6. Do you know anyone local who is like you but younger? (Yes, I have had this one!)
7. What girls do you have available? (um, am not a brothel)
8. Can you come to an outcall in Manchester at 10pm tonight? (No)
9. Can I book you for my mate, but he mustn't know I've paid you?
10. Can I call you mummy? (No, really, please don't)
As you may be aware I had Bibi staying with me last weekend and has written up a rather fabulous booking we did together.
It is here and I suggest you read because it saves me from writing anything for your amusement today! (hee hee!) and it really explains our naughty good cop/bad cop session rather well!
Before you ask, Bibi is based in Leeds so duos are not easily arranged on a whim! We are however quite happy to be flown in your private jet to a mutually convenient location! :)
Whilst Bibi was here I did some photographs for her. I'm rather pleased how they worked out and it gave me a chance to experiment with my lovely phone camera.
Here are a few of my favourite shots! I figured you're all bored of my tits now so take a look at Bibi's and admire my photography skills. Maybe I should think about lending myself out for photo shoots for naughty ladies!
Anbd if you've not read Bibi's blog about our duo session here it is again!
Some of you may have seen the Channel 4 documentary (Sex on Wheels- link to 4oD here) last night which followed four disabled people and their quest for sex. It's always fascinating for me to watch things about sex and sexuality and even more so when escorts are part of the mix.
I don't think many people really understand prostitution to be about something more than trashy looking, down on their luck types desperate to make money or the beautiful, glamorous 'high call' call girl types who get jetted round the world, so anything that changes those perceptions is a good thing. Rarely are escorts viewed as girl next door types, motherly, intelligent thoughtful or kind. We tend to be slotted into desperate crack whore or beautiful but manipulative pigeon holes. But this documentary wasn't really about us hos, it was about people who aren't able to have a conventional sex life for various reasons.
John is 26 and has learning difficulties, his mother booked him an escort to enable him to spend some time with a woman and lose his virginity. I can understand how having your mother book you an escort can be considered weird and creepy, but in John's case his mother has had to guide him through life a little more carefully than those with less vulnerable children. As much as she wants John to have a 'normal' life she will be aware that his vulnerability could lead to him being taken advantage. The fact she can bring herself to consider his sexual needs too, something most parent's don't really want or need to think about makes her pretty remarkable.
Carl was a self confessed stud in his time. He talked candidly about the kind of sex he used to get up to (lot's of and in as many places as possible!). He was then rendered paralysed from the waist down in an accident and all that changed. He is now in a wheelchair and can not get an erection or ejaculate. However, the feelings and urges a man (or woman) gets do not necessarily change due to disability. Carl is still the same person and it appeared that losing his sex life was something he coped with less well than he ability to walk.
I once did a survey (not a very scientific one) and asked lots of men if they had to lose either a leg or their penis which would they choose. The result was overwhelmingly high on the losing the leg side! Most men didn't have to think for a second to answer that losing their cock would be much worse than losing a leg!
The documentary showed Carl undertaking various forms of drugs and therapy to try and stir his penis back to life. He had a session with a psychosexual therapist (they used another title for her, but I can't remember what it was) who was attempting to find new ways of arousing him. From what they showed it was very much about sensual body to body contact and not focusing on the penis. Whilst she did not have full sex with him and it was billed as therapy I don't think what she did was very different to how a good escort would deal with the same situation. Pete said at the end that it was the first time he had had a proper hug his since his accident. That I think is probably as much what he missed as full sex, but hadn't realised it.
Anyone who has been in this game will know that whilst caressing and sucking the penis is what most men ultimately want body contact and a more sensual approach is often what is required and what many men miss when they pay for sex. It's not all about the assumed 'fucking a hole' thing many assume sex work is about.
The third person who appeared on a documentary was a young man called Pete with cerebral palsy who dreamed of becoming a porn star. He obviously had the usual urges a man of his age has despite being physically very limited. He was shown going through escort websites and discussing the kind of woman he liked- no different from the process many men go through- is it less palatable because Pete was operating his computer mouse with a stick in his mouth?
Finally Leah was a young woman with brittle bone disease and wheelchair bound. She said she was looking for a husband. Whilst she had had lots of sex she was aware that many men choose to sleep with her because it was something different for them to do, ticking a disabled woman off their tick list. She really wanted to change and meet a nice man rather than a one night stand. All her good intentions went to pot as they showed her on a night out, pissed up and going home with another man whose attitude reeked of using her as a novelty shag. I'm sure some will critisise her of being a bit of a slut, but actually she does no different to many young women and if showing that disabled people are actually the same as the rest of us in many ways was an aim of this programme then that was achieved.
I think the documentary gave a great balance between showing the difficulties disabled people face as well as showing they also have some of the same issues, concerns and needs in life as non disabled people.
The worst thing last night was reading the twitter feed connected to the programme. The #sexonwheels hashtag really brought out the nasty, rude and heartless scum that the internet seems to breed. Of course there were some very supportive tweets about the individuals shown on the documentary but also many horrid ones. I was actually shocked at the language used (cripple, mong, spastic to name a few) and the disgust over John's mother assisting him booking Laura Lee (the escort featured in the programme).
I can not see how anyone could fail to see why John's mother chose to do what she did or that she did it with love and compassion for her son. It didn't come across as weird of creepy in any way. The grief Laura also got was pretty hideous and she is obviously much tougher than me, I could never 'go public' and face the kind of abuse she has. She was sneered at for only doing it for the money and not really caring. Really? Do you think nurses, paramedics, rape counsellors, physiotherapists and others who use their skills and compassion in their job do it for free? The notion that us escorts are 'only in it for the money' was well and truly alive. Jesus, how do you think we should pay our bills, with rainbow dust and fluffy clouds?!
The fact that many people 'hate' sex workers is one I still have a bit of a problem with. I know mostly these people are keyboard warriors and say such things online because it makes them feel big and tough and cool but it does hurt a bit. I don't like being a whole sum based on my profession.
I am no more a typical sex worker than a school teacher is typical. There are good and bad in all professions, everyone has different work styles, ethics, enthusiasm, commitment and integrity. I suppose it's no different from being considered a sleazy estate agent or a ruthless banker or a bastard tax inspector. I think it's because I have never been in a job before that incites any sort of negativity!
And, in the same way that someone with a disability isn't 'typical' it can't be assumed because they are physically or mentally impaired they have no sexual urges or a need to be hugged.
On the plus side, I was pleased that the documentary showed that escorts do offer a wide range of services and are capable of dealing with all types of clients in a caring professional manner. It reminded me why I enjoy meeting virgins and those who don't fit into the typical client category (whatever that is!) and why much of this job is about making other people feel good and not just about hot sex and a pile of used notes.
If you or someone you know has a disability and would like to read more about sex and the disabled or find an appropriate sex worker do visit the TLC trust site