Ich selber rede auch nicht besonders gern darüber. Obwohl mein Bedürfnis, davon zu erzählen, groß ist. Also dachte ich mir: warum nicht bloggen?,
As a sexworker, I completely understand.
Yes, that's right folks. I am a sexworker. You may know me as a hooker, prostitute, whore, etc. However, I am also your next door neighbor, the woman who generously gives to the Streetwise guys every single day, the woman who you see at the gym on the treadmill, the woman you see volunteering at a street festival or the woman out on the street walking her very cute dog. Do I look like a sexworker? Well, no, I probably don't look like any sexworker most people imagine. I'm rather average with cute face and relatively okay body. I am not hot by any stretch of the imagination. Basically, I look like any other woman living in my Chicago neighborhood.
What's the point of the above paragraph? It's because I know first hand how it feels to be judged SOLELY on the basis of my occupation. If I'm feeling sassy, I come right out with it at social events. The look of shock and horror is almost always amusing. Most people say, "Seriously?" Yes, seriously folks. I give hand jobs for a living. Their image of me completely changes though. I turn into a monster who is addicted to meth, beats her 14 children and was molested as a child by her multiple stepfathers. It doesn't bother me anymore though. People, in general, are small minded. Sexwork, stripping, illegals and all kinds of other things make them uncomfortable. People like to judge and classify. That will never change. What has to change (and I say this because I have a hunch you may be a stripper) is how you feel about yourself. People cannot hurt you unless you let them. Who cares what other people, strangers at that, say about strippers, illegals, etc. You cannot control those people. You can only control your reaction to those people. If you're a kind, compassionate person who likes and respects herself. what other people think doesn't matter.