Redemption: Can you make a Whore a Housewife?

First of all let me say, I have an interesting life. I meet so many fascinating people. I am intrigued by them and I want to know about them. I realize that I am unique in that I thrive in knowing about their journey.

With all that said... I stumbled upon this piece of advice recently. It reminded me of the sex workers and the ex-sex workers I worked with in the past. They have a unique perspective when it comes to their view on sex. There is a no hold bars approach to it. There is a stark honesty to it. They let it all hang out, so to speak.

“Honey. Don't forget this. The first time you lay down for sex for money then you, 'a whore'. You may find god. Hallelujah! You may get a job. You may do good in this life. You will spend the rest of your life working to redeem yourself... but don't forget this – No one. No one, will let you forget you were a whore. It may be only once. That's enough for people to remember. If you want to be legit then get married.“

When I hear her advice I interpret that sex is not 'devalued'. Sex is viewed as a commodity. Sex is income. Sex provides a 'means to an end'. From an economic perspective, “selling sex” makes sense. It ensures there is a roof over one's head and food on the table. “Sellin' sex” ensures that all your physical needs are met.

I don't hear her advice as cynical or jaded but practical. I then realize what a luxury I have when I have romance with sex. When I have desire with sex. When I get to chose who I have sex with, that's a luxury.

I am keenly aware of our class system that creates an economy that prostitution is necessary. This system creates a profession called, “Whores”. This system in which “whoredom” can thrive. This system that perpetuates a view that prostitution and marriage are equivalent.

One can view her advice as a divergent road, one leading to “good” and the other“bad”. A cautionary tale. A tale of redemption. Redemption from our bad choices. A tale of the baggage we carry because of those choices.

Finally, I believe her advice illustrates the names that others know us by. The names we call our selves. Ultimately, it is our choice what we answer to. It is our choice to move beyond this experience. It is our choice to accept the consequences and live our life.

As I sit and ponder her advice and try to understand it, I am reminded of another statement from a previous client:

“Who's the dumb bitch here? You sittin' there on a gold mine. I get paid Honey. You give it away for free. For what? Love? Hmphf... I'll tell you this. I'm a good whore. I mind fuck him. I tell him some nasty fucked up shit and he comes all over himself. I rarely give up my pussy. I'm a 'Call Girl' not a street whore.”

Who knew?...Even within “Whoredom” there is a class system.

With all that said, "I'm still not sure".  Nobody has asked me to be their housewife...

;0 - I'm teasing.  My hooker, whore, ex prostitute friends and colleagues...Pitch in and help me answer this question.