I DON'T JUST SELL SEX, I AM A PURVEYOR OF ALL THINGS NICE, SUGAR & SPICE. I AM A PEDDLER OF TABOOS AND ENERGY!
It may seem strange to call an industry a “she” but if you really think about it, it’s an obvious statement to make. She, as in woman, mother, nurturer, seductress. The sex industry is all of the above and so much more. Strange to think that even though it’s the most natural thing to sell, an asset we all possess and one we all desire, is still such a social taboo. Is it really that hard to comprehend? A mother needing to feed her children, a young woman putting herself through university, a curious soul wanting to travel to the ends of the earth, or how about the one that’s really difficult to accept, the woman who wants to live as a career sex worker. Why would one choose such a lifestyle, well I can tell you why as a former career sex worker and one that is still very much steeped in this industry.
I “do not” just sell sex, I “do not” simply lend my body to the masses, I am a purveyor of all things nice, sugar and spice, I am a peddler of taboos and energy. I harbour your secrets and your desires, I am the keeper of dreams. I am a temporary listening receptacle, here to sooth all your worries. I am the advice guru, your own personal therapist. I am the sympathiser, I am the giver of positive energy, an uplifter of souls. I am the itch you need to scratch, the craving in need of quenching. My hands kneed sore muscles and tired feet, and gently smooth those furrowed brows. All my orifices lending themselves to the throbbing lust of the thirsty and needy.
This is the way in which I choose to view the sex industry, with romanticism. I won’t lie and say there isn’t a sordid dark element to the industry, there is. Though the people who abuse it and the women and men working in it are heinous, odious human beings who would drain the life out of cucumbers if they could. I am however, fortunate enough to live in a country where I have a choice with what I want to do with my body and it is my right to do as I please with the few things I truly own, my body, my mind, my very essence and soul. The reality is “everyone” is a prostitute, everyone trades and sells a service for currency and it matters not what it is you are selling, you’re still peddling your wares for money.
What the world chooses to stay ignorant of is the reality of what sex workers actually do and offer. The truth is that when a man enters my room he isn’t there for a quick fuck and suck. He’s there for company, for an understanding and genuinely interested warm body. Some lay their work problems on the table, others their marital woes, but most just want a kind touch and a warm smile, a gentle embrace. Most people would be surprised to find how much these men love and respect their wives, most of these men being fathers, husbands and captains of industry. And what we offer them is a wide array of necessities, comfort, understanding, laughter, touch, desire, education and guidance. To give all of that means to hand over all of my energy, offering all of myself. I am so much more than the objectification and misguidance of a society. I don’t just sell sex, I sell a temporary haven, an oasis. I provide one of the most basic needs, human interaction and kindness.
This point of view of mine is exactly that, my point of view. It is my experience and understanding after a 19year career, of an industry that I believe to be grossly under-appreciated for it’s vital role in society. As far as I’m concerned sex workers, or Goddesses as I like to call us, provide a much needed social service. We are social workers and we sell all things nice, sugar and spice. We barter in taboos and energy!
To the sex industry and all of her fine women of the world, you are greatly appreciated!
Love Lexi XXX