Empowered? I thought so. At least sometimes. I was barely an adult when I entered the sex industry at the young age of eighteen. I had little life experience, was high school drop out, and was forced out on my own a year earlier. I quickly found that the fast food industry offered me little chance of survival. After working seven days a week (with 3-4 of those days being double shifts), barely making my bills, and living off of a tub of expired granola I took from work (and the one meal a day I was provided on the job), I could not help but be enticed by the idea of making hundreds of dollars a day for simply taking off my clothes.
It was a woman I worked with who introduced me to the idea. Her sister was a “stripper” and dating the manager of a local club and she suggested I audition to be a dancer. The wages were more than I had ever imagined earning and I was tempted on many levels to take her advice. Being able to support myself comfortably seemed the answer to my problems, even if it meant violating my moral code. Continue reading “Confessions of a Former Sex Worker by Anonymous”
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