Monthly Archives: December 2010

Deep Sadness Strangled My Heart

Posted on by rmott62

On the last day of the year, I am suffocating in horrific memories.

I so want to celebrate – I should be celebrating that I not only survived, but for the most part I making a bloody good job of re-inventing my life.

But I will cry, I will rage, I will sometimes want to give up – that I should have know such hell, that the only left was re-invention.

New Year is a shit time to be a prostitute – especially if your role is to be girlfriend material.

It was those times that give me nightmares last night, those times that made thoughts of suicide my only moments of privacy.

I hated being girlfriend material at the bests of times – but New Year was torture without hope.

The men that have the prop of a girlfriend who is a whore are not sad-does – that is a myth that the sex trade and the johns wants you to believe.

They are not men who can’t get a real girlfriend, they are not men who are lonely – even if they are, is that really a good enough excuse to own another human as a sex slave.

For that is the point of buying a whore to pretend to be your girlfriend – it is to own her utterly, especially to mentally own her.

It is the ultimate power trip over the prostitute.

The men that owned me did not just sexually torture me, did not just rape me – they played endless games with my brain, they locked in their flats, they made lose the ability to remember what reality and what was just some trick.

They thought it was funny to make out I was their fiancée – then introduced to close friends or family, so I look an idiot coz I knew so little about lives.

They thought it was funny to take me to expensive restaurants, only to make eating nearly impossible by finger-fucking me.

They thought it was funny it to dance with me in some posh do – whilst whispering what they do me later.

They thought it to follow me to the toilets or take me outside – and fuck me violently – then go back and expect me to act normal.

I was dragged out in public – and used like a clockwork toy. I would perform talking travail, perform being the caring girlfriend, perform always not drinking very much, trying not to smoke.

I performed as rage sunk into me.

Being girlfriend material is hell.

But most of the men that owned me, were relatively alright as long as we were in the public arena. What I dreaded was knowing the party would end.

It was when we were alone that I knew to forget about hope.

The men that owned me were buying goods that they be as sadistic as they like to  – and were rich enough to keep me as long they wanted.

They would release when they were bored or wanted to make out that I never existed.

Whores are always disposable.

This meant that being locked in was common. This meant they like me to do housework, as a laugh of course. That I had to be very interested in everything they said or did – coz they were my master after all.

But mostly it meant that whenever they wanted sex – or more likely the power-trip of sexual torture – I must do it exactly as their porn-brain had picture it.

This meant not sleeping, not letting myself lose alertness, not settling into any comfort-zone – for at any time I must be their fuck-toy.

This is the hell that was mine for too many New Years.

It is why I find it hard to go to New Year parties without being triggered.

It is why I feel depressed.

God rot the sex trade for wrecking New Year for me.

What Do You See

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If you consume porn – what do you think you are seeing.

Are you seeing something that cannot be real, or may just very good acting.

Are you seeing that must be harm-free, for in everything else you would consider yourself to be an ethical person. Hell, I’m sure you only buy free-trade coffee, hate that the sex trade may have trafficking or under-girls, boycott Israel – but, porn and much of prostitution is different, for it appears willing and harm-free.

Or do you say your porn is ok – your porn is lesbian/gay, your porn is feminist-friendly, your porn is ironic. You would never ever consume the nasty commercialise porn. Your porn is ethical.

Or do you just say someone give it to me, or I saw when at someone else’s place – it would be rude not to have a look.

Well, I know all the endless excuses for consuming porn, I am bloody sick of Leftist and so-called feminists whining on about having access to porn.

Porn is not erotica, porn is not about how to do sex properly, porn is not harm-free, porn cannot be made ethical.

Porn is about using the woman and girl as nothing but something to fucked over, to be treated as a sexual slave – to be made scum so the men viewing and using her can have no guilt, as she is mentally, sexually and physically destroyed.

That is what you watching.

Porn will use any form of women-hating it can find and some that it will invent.

Porn is racist to everyone, porn love child-rape, porn will use animals to make it more painful, torture is just for entertainment, porn is careless if the actresses are suicidal or harm so much that they die, porn doesn’t give a damn about disease or injuries just replaces the good, porn is fuelled by hate and the petrol is degradation.

That is what you are watching.

Porn will always re-invent itself to get more consumers, and yet more money.

So no surprise porn makes out it is on the radical Left, said it can be made feminist, that it is an art-form, some kind of raw poetry, that it will liberate women and create a world of free sex.

This is just recruitment – there no real Leftist or feminists that profit from porn.

If they so radically Leftist, how come they are inside the most capitalist and exploitive trade ever invented.

Do they not see that the vast majority of women and girls inside the porn are being tortured, that they are made sub-humans – into goods to be consumed and thrown away.

I would say that is capitalism at it’s most savage – so how can anyone on the Left justify porn with a straight face.

And if you are a feminist and consuming porn, you need to look deeply at yourself.

You are participating in a system that is destroying women and girls in their thousands – and you think it can your entertainment.

You may seek and say you have found feminist porn. Well, I highly doubt that.

I have seen loads of so-called feminist porn – much of which is erotica and nothing to do with porn.

But porn that named itself as feminist – is just the same as any other porn.

It is exploitative, often based on sick racist stereotypes. It will be violent and full of degradation. Just because a woman may produce it – or it is woman on woman porn – that does not make it feminist.

It is not feminist to have a different body images to be exploited in porn.

It is not feminist to consume porn where women are raped, tortured or no care is taken of her safety – just prove that your porn is squeaky clean.

It never be feminist to consume porn – not when you are supporting an industry that is built on the blood, terror, guts and despairs of the millions of women and girls that it has and will destroy.

Don’t be fooled that there is a unicorn named feminist porn.

I am very angry in this post – but then I only survived being inside porn by luck.

Too many brilliant women and girls did not.

Too many could not throw off their addictions – often forced into them by the profiteers to get them to do the horrific and life-threatening “work”.

Too many killed themselves – for it was the only power that was left to them.

Too many have to live with severe internal injuries.

Too many will never get rid of extreme trauma – after their bodies and minds have known sexual torturing that most could not even imagine.

Too many have just disappeared or been murdered.

That just the tip of the iceberg of the damages that porn does to the women and girls inside it.

That is what you are watching.

Throw it away – and put those women and girls before your wank-material.

Red Herrings

Posted on by rmott62

There are many things said about the sex trade, and most of them are red herrings to distract from the violence that men do to women and girls inside the trade.

I have read and heard so much, so much that turns my stomach, that it gives me bitter laughter, that it makes me silent with despair – I cannot go on annoying these lies and distractions.

One I love because it causes so much harm is the classic – porn and prostitution are needed because it decreases sexual violence to women and girls.

When I have stopped having bile in my throat – I will say why that is not just nonsense, but a huge distraction from the realities of the sex trade.

What is meant by stopping or decreasing sexual violence to women and girls in this context.

Oh, it must that idea that women and girls outside the sex trade are the real women and girls – that they are innocent, that they must be protected, that they may be respected.

It does not means that men will decrease sexual violence just avoid doing it to real women and girls. Why should they when there is a whole class of women and girls inside the sex trade, they can do any amount or style of sexual violence they can imagine to.

This class can be raped, can be sexually tortured, can be forced into hard-core porn – it will never matter, for they are not real humans, just fuck-toys to be used until they are thrown away.

In that environment, all sexual violence is made invisible – and if seen made that it was just entertainment or something illegal.

In that environment – the prostituted class are just collateral damage.

This red herring must be destroyed, for it give the sex trade permission to rape, sexually and murdered the women and girls in the sex trade on a mass scale – then say it some kind of a public service for they preventing that violence going into the real world.

If you make the choice to believe that rubbish – then you have the blood of many women and girls in the sex trade on your hands.

Another red herring is the old one – put prostitution indoors and regulate it, then everything will be fine and dandy.

No it won’t – it will just out of your sight, so then you can breathe easy and not think about it.

In what universe are most women and girls safer indoors – doesn’t battering get named as domestic violence coz it is indoors, isn’t date rape mainly indoors, isn’t the vast majority of child abuse indoors.

So why would prostituted women and girls be so damned safe indoors.

Especially, when many of the bastards that pay for the privilege of indoors prostitution are wanting total privacy, want more time with the prostitute, feel the entitlement to own her body, mind and soul – tell how the hell that is so safe or even can be made safer.

I tell you true terror is being shut in a small room with streams of men who have the right to use you in any porn fashion they can dream of.

True terror is having some rich man buy you. to keep you for several days, months as his sexual slave.

True terror is being inside a club or brothel, being raped, being used as a porn-toy – and knowing no-one cares about your injuries, that you get STDs, your crying for even a tiny piece of help – all that matter is that you made into a machine to be fucked and to get money from.

So what’s so great about indoors prostitution for the prostituted – I can see it is fabulous for johns and profiteers –  but don’t make me laugh, by lying that it will ever be made safe.

Another red herring is that prostitution and porn would be fine if we just got rid of the men who are bad apples.

The porn producers who only make highly sadistic women-hating porn, the johns who regularly beat up and are sexually sadistic to the prostituted, the pimps who go under-aged girls and brainwashed into porn or prostitution, the managers of sex clubs who prostituted out their girls, the brothel owners who don’t care about trafficked or under-aged prostituted in their building, the ads selling women and girls who are highly vulnerable, trafficked or under-aged, the porn and prostitution that is marketed on racism, women-hating and every other ways of men spreading their hate – boy, the list of the bad apples is bloody endless. I’m sure there masses I have missed out on.

See the red herring here – it is to try and spot the good apples.

But, don’t bother, for the point is that the foundations of the sex trade is that it all about hated and the degradation of all women and girls in the sex trade – and the ones that decide to be decent, makes no impact on that foundation.

Do not look for the good apples, and think that let’s you off the hook.

See that the sex trade is rotten to the core – that every second of every day, the sex trade is destroying women and girls in the thousands, hell on a world-wide scale in the millions.

So, the few good apples are a distraction from genocide.

I think I have enough for now – I hope this makes you fight harder.

Dad, I Miss You

Posted on by rmott62

To Anthony Eric Grey Mott, 1936-2008

DAD, I MISS YOU

I miss

You

As I

Watch

Christie

On TV

I imagine

Curl up

In your

Bear

Hug

Guessing

Who-done-it

Not caring

As you

Pour me

Whisky and

Dry

You speak

Of old

Films

We only

Think

In

Black and

White

As

Again

We

Sit

Eating

Many friends

And family

Laughing

I go up

Into your

Study

My bedroom

Books in

Every piece

Of the

Wall

CDs

Jazz

Bits of

Classical

60’s stuff

All round

Your home

Victorian pictures

Cornish paintings

Old maps

All chaos

Makes me

Love you

More

You

Publisher

Rubbish footballer

Love history

See architecture

Visit author’s homes

Into garden centres

Caring husband

Wonderful

Wonderful

Dad

I

Miss you

So much

All That is Left is Silence

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I have been writing this blog, often feeling I am writing into a hurricane.

But I find that is not true, instead my words are going into a silence.

A silence of the many women who have survived being prostituted, and are left with no language to express their truths.

I hope and, by god, I prayer that my few words, and my struggle to discover my truths give some expression to that time.

It is a silence of many centuries of the prostituted having their language stolen from them.

When you think you know the lives of the prostituted – know it is usually filtered through other voices.

It is the voices of johns. They may make it in novels, arts, wall paintings, films, or just the myth of how to become a man.

Johns will place the prostituted on a pedestal, or say over and over and over how they are the scum of the earth.

Johns paint the prostituted woman as sex-crazy, the woman who teaches him how to fuck or introduces to exciting sexual practices.

Johns will say endlessly how he was manipulated and treated badly by the whore, how she control his mind and dick.

Johns have always lied and always will lie about the prostituted.

But, their word had become the legend – so fucking print the legend.

We get the language of academics and other professionals telling us the truths of the prostituted.

Academics who know little or nothing about the realities of being a prostituted woman – tell us how safe our lives would be if only they were more regulated and made legal.

Academics speak the language of pimps, as they promote indoors prostitution, say the violence is mainly there because prostitutes are stigmatised, little mention of inconvenient male violence from johns and profiteers.

These academics are follow closely by health practitioners  speaking of handing out condoms, of regular health checks of prostituted women who will always in indoors prostitution.

By politicians who speak of making it safer by legalising prostitution – not mentioning how it would be great for gathering taxes.

Prostitutes are analyse, made into statistics, use as a warning to normal women – but never given their own voices.

Maybe it has been decided that the prostituted is too stupid to speak for themselves. It sure as hell feels like that, as these so-called experts speak for us, and send us back into hell.

They can be detached – for the prostituted are just numbers to them.

Then much of the so-language of the prostituted is the words of the profiteers of the sex trade. Their words will drown out any small whispering from the prostituted.

It is the sex trade that invented the happy hooker, the concept that indoors prostitution is safe and a money-spinner, that it is just sex work, that some managers treat their girls with care, that it all about independence and rebelling, that most freely choose to do it, that any violence is only coz of stigma and dodgy establishments – not coz the sex trade might profit from allowing sadism to be its norm.

The silencing of the prostituted is smashed into her by the constant brainwashing of the sex trade.

She is made to believe she is sex-mad, that she wants violent sex – coz if she could walk any time, and normal women would not do what she does unless they enjoy it really.

She is made to believe that any sexual practices or mistreatment is a mistake, some bad apple who slip through the system. Only the violence increases, the bad apples outnumbered the good apples. She comes to believe she is asking for it.

She believe that all punishments are deserved – she is just a filthy whore after. Punishment of her manager raping her, punishment of him passing around special clients. Punishment of being away from where she lives, into more violence and degradation. Even she would feel it her fault if she was murdered.

She believes that her only role in life is to be a fuck-toy – all the rest of her existence is of no importance.

Now, tell me how do you break that silence.

I do my bit – but it take a force more than just exited women to destroy the lies of johns, professionals and the profiteers of the sex trade.

It needs the non-prostituted to stop believing the lies – and start bringing forward the voices of those who have survived prostitution.

Merry Christmas Everyone

Posted on by rmott62

Merry Christmas to everyone who supports this blog. I cannot say how much your support means to me.

This blog has very hard to keep going, especially as it makes my past solid, and I still those who back the sex trade treating me as sub-human. But knowing that those who I know and those I may never meet, are backing my every step in this blog.

This give me courage and a fierce determination to say my truths.

But more, it give the vision to see that my reality is just a tiny part of the constant torturing that is the sex trade.

At Christmas, I let my thought spread into seeing the whole picture – I see the past, present and future as one piece.

I see that the sex trade has always made a class of women and girls that they brainwash into thinking their role is to be porn-toys to be brought and sold.

That is not new, that has the purpose of the sex trade throughout many centuries – all that changes is the technology and the size of the market.

At Christmas, the biggest present that you give all women and girls in the sex trade is dream and fight for a world where there is no demand for them to be turn into porn-toys.

No market for street prostitutes, no market for lap-dancers, no market for porn, no market for phone sex, no market for sex tourism, no market for brothels, no market for under-aged prostitutes, no market for prostitution providing sadistic sexual practices – god, the present would to that no woman and girl is ever just marketable fuckable goods.

That is my prefect Christmas future.

So, carry on supporting my blog and read other exited women’s writings.

But fight to make real change.

What I Want For Christmas

Posted on by rmott62

Christmas can be non-existent for too many women and girls in the sex trade.

I want them to be remembered, and for in that remembrance to build a future where the sex trade is destroyed.

I want that no man will even think that he can have a Christmas by finding porn on the computer. Instead, it will forced into him by society and all those who know him, to see he is watching the torture of a woman of girl.

He should be made to know that his wanking-time, is the destruction of that woman or girl. Maybe a jail sentence would wake him up.

I want that no man think it is acceptable to celebrate Christmas by going to a sex club. It is not harm-free, not with the groping, the degradation, the demand for paid sex, and the general hatred of the women performing there.

It is not a fun night out, not just bonding with the lads – it is treating women as sexual slave for some stupid form of entertainment.

I want that no man even think he can fuck a whore as his private and special Christmas present.

I don’t give a damn how he wraps it up – whether he go up and down the street looking for prostituted women and girls desperate enough to out at Christmas, whether he paid for a high-class escort and pretends in his porn-brain that he is doing her a favour – or whether he buys a whore over the Christmas holidays, and play out she is his obedient “girlfriend”.

Man, I dream that these men have their Christmas ruined by being thrown into jail. It is the less they deserved.

I want so much that the profiteers of the sex trade cannot not run business as usual.

That all clubs are not just closed for one night of the year – that they are shut down forever.

That no pimp can force women and girls onto the streets.

That all porn producers are arrested for torture and encouragement of sexual violence.

That all so-called managers of indoors prostitution have their profits stripped from them and are chucked into jail.

That saunas are closed down if they provide sexual services.

That all the invisible bastards who sell women and girls on the net are tracked down and seriously punished.

God, I can dream.

I do dream so hard.

That all men that do sexual tourism or profit from their sickness are rotting in jail.

That no prostituted woman or girl on any part of this world can disappeared, and no-one even bother to notice that they are gone.

Every single live of every prostituted woman and girl must count beyond all the stars in the sky – if we are to have any hope.

These are parts of my prayers for Christmas.

My major prayer is for those who care to keep fighting hard to give all prostituted women and girls their lives back.

Just Kill Them

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I was triggered last night – triggered to beyond being sick.

I was triggered by suggestions that if more prostituted women and girls fought back and kill their abusers, then men would be too frighten to use the sex trade.

It is a good fantasy – but I prefer to show the reality for the majority of prostituted women and girls that try to defend themselves.

I prefer to speak of what happen to me when I try to defend myself.

I prefer to speak of the power structure inside the sex trade that makes most fighting back futile.

Yes, I know Aileen Wuornos killed some johns – but the reason we know of her is because she is very rare and it was in quite unique circumstances. Even with her – there was no happy ending , just misunderstanding and execution.

I want to write how and why I triggered last night.

I do not believe violence is a solution, not the prostituted have no control or no rights to safety. The only solution is to stripped all of the entitlement to have the prostituted class.

Most prostituted women and girls will be in many situations where they would want to kill the johns, want to murder the profiteers, even want to destroy the people who walk on by ignoring the violence and degradation that is the sex trade.

I had times when I wanted to put pillows on the heads on the men who were torturing me, times I wanted a gun to kill the managers who put in the room with those bastards, times I fantasies that set fire to the buildings that appear so normal as hell went on and on and on.

These thoughts give me the strength to survive – but they never fitted in with my real life.

I was inside a system that made most physical resistance into a joke and often lead to worse treatment.

When a prostitute reminds johns or profiteers that she is fully human – that is smashed down and she forced back into being fuckable goods.

Let’s me speak of time I acted outside the victim-box, and try to defend myself. I will speak of the consequences on my body and mind for standing for myself.

I do not write this to be personal, I write this with deep sorrow and some anger – that the simple answer of prostituted women and girls should fight back is endangering many inside the sex trade.

Look carefully at the power structure that most prostituted women and girls are trapped inside.

Prostituted women and girls are not considered to have human rights – they are goods to be made into whatever porn fantasy the men can imagine.

When a prostituted woman or girls is brought or sold, she is made into a slave – her rights have no relevance, her safety just depends on the whims of those who have brought and sold her.

In that environment, resistance is more often than not futile.

In this power structure, many profiteers or johns may allow some feisty behaviour or some porn images of the strong whore. But this is allowed as long it stay inside their control.

I sometimes would fight back.

I would put pillows on the heads of some johns who hurt me too much. I try to strangle one john who kept locking the door. I held a knife to some throats. I screamed and yelled. I even hit one bastard with a brick.

But, it was a joke to the johns and profiteers, my desperation to regain some pride and to live.

Johns would allow me to have my violence. Knowing that so much had destroy within me, that I would never the strength to do them much harm. They let me burn myself out.

Then carry on torturing me like nothing much had happened.

Or worse they laughed at my fighting back, making it fit inside yet another porn fantasy.

I remember putting a pillow on one john’s head – I remember he let me imagine I had some portion of power.

Only to push me off, laughing at me and then getting revenge by anally raping till I give up all hope.

I remember fighting so hard to get some pride, I remember thinking I was strong as I hit out – and I also remember that the johns just watched and waited, knowing I was just their toy.

I was given the freedom of a mouse surrounded by five cats.

But worse than the johns, was the games that the profiteers played with my wanting to fight back.

They would give me enough rope to hang myself, then I was often punished.

Punishment inside the sex trade teaching you very fast not to fight back, it teaches you to close down even thoughts of resistance.

Profiteers can and will move troublesome whores to other parts of the country, where she knows no-one and will be made disoriented.

Profiteers can and will make troublesome whores go with johns who are extremely sadistic, so she remembers her place.

Profiteers can and will rape her, beat her and mentally destroy her for stepping out of line.

Profiteers will have no problem with killing the whore if she too much of a pain – there plenty more from where she comes from.

This is not an environment that makes fighting back much of a reality.

I was sent into highly sadistic sex, including hours of gang-rapes, being forced to re-enacted the latest hard-core porn fashion, having to endured lines of men fucking me till I lost who I was – if my manager even thought I had a little remains of pride.

I was moved to different cities, to different locations, so I could not remember what I was, only the role I had to be.

I fucked so often, I lost how to sleep, how to eat and how to be inside the real world – how do you fight back in that state.

I want women to stop fantasies about prostituted women and girls fighting back – without knowing the details of why it often impossible for them to do that.

Being a prostituted women and girls is dangerous enough – please do not give the johns and profiteers yet another reason to destroy them.

It is easy from the outside to say fight back.

But if a woman lives with a partner who highly likely to murder her – would say fight back to her, when the likelihood may be the man could kill her for resisting.

Prostituted women and girls are not just trapped by one man, they are trapped by hundreds of johns, trapped by many profiteers, trapped in a society that turn a blind eye to any violence done to them, trapped by the multi-billions dollars institution that mould them into being nothing but living porn-goods.

To say that the individual prostituted woman or girl has the power to seriously resist – is a very dangerous fantasy.

No, go for the root of the problem – not the surface that is the prostituted women and girls.

To make real change – we must fight on every levels to make that no man can ever buy or sell the prostituted class.

We need to that prostitution is thoroughly destroyed – that no woman or girl can ever be owned just for some man wanting a living body to masturbate into.

We need to see the power structure making that the vast majority of prostituted women and girls can never as individuals destroy the sex trade. They need all those who say they hate the sex trade – to prove by at least fighting for the Nordic System.

 

Behind the Eyes

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When I get nightmares, it always begins with eyes staring into me.

Eyes have left scars in me that may never leave.

I can leave behind the rapes, leave behind the profiteers, leave behind being locked in rooms, leave internal injuries, leave behind fear of pregnancy, leave being forced into porn, leave behind torture – god I leave the vast majority of my past behind.

But, the terror is deep in me, the memory of the brainwashing is almost gone but sunk into me.

It in the eyes, I remember how trapped I was in my past.

It was the eyes of the managers.

Eyes that without words made go with men that my guts were terrified of them.

Eyes that stop me complaining before my mouth was open.

Eyes that looked straight through me seeing only how many fuck-holes I had, and how much profit could be made out of me.

Eyes that did not hate – that would mean having human emotions about me and the other girls that they owned.

Eyes that looked straight through any injuries I had.

Eyes that always reminded I was a slave.

Eyes that sent me so deep into silence that I taught myself not to think.

Those eyes still send me into terror.

I still see the eyes of the johns.

Eyes that had me undressed on bed and posed in porn-style with no words.

Eyes that stared through my skin watching other men sexually torturing me.

Eyes staring into me, burning into me as their sick porn fantasies invade every cell of my body.

Eyes in mirrors or glass as they rape my anus.

Eyes controlling how I move, whether I breathe – watching me leaving me no peace.

Eyes laughing as they refuse to pay so they beat me up instead.

Eyes laughing as they forced money down my throat.

Eyes acting concern as they tell how they never treat their girlfriend/wife like this – that would be vile.

Eyes concerned – why a nice girl like you doing something like this.

Eyes of johns are there every time I am sick, every time I wake from a nightmare. John’s eyes are my poison – it refuses to leave my body.

Then there the worst eyes of all – the eyes that were my prostituted soul.

I learnt to never look in mirrors – and was always terrified when I caught my eyes.

Eyes that were refusing to care about pain, caring did nothing to stop it.

Eyes that were so beyond being tired – sleep was when I was safe, that time never seemed to exist.

Eyes that were on alert, eyes of a spy, eyes that had forgotten what safety was.

Eyes of a trapped rabbit.

Eyes that if I had emotions, those eyes would have made me cry to the depths of my soul.

Eyes that were dead. That was the solid terror – I was so destroyed – I was the walking dead.

Those eyes when they come in my nightmares – still make me want to scream, want to be sick, and make want to stop the whole world to rescue that person.

But I cannot re-write the past.

So, instead I write this blog to stop those eyes going into millions of women and girls that the sex trade destroys.

I want to stop the terror however I can.

Safer is Never Good Enough

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Today, the man who murdered three prostituted women in Bradford has pleaded guilty.

And again on the news, is the line that those women would be safer in legalised indoors prostitution. Again my heart sinks.

Prostitution can never be made safe enough – only by abolition.

Being a prostitute, whatever the location, whatever label place is on you – is to put in the position that being murdered is considered a hazard.

There are many dangerous jobs – firemen, miners, police – but must are killed by accident, not murdered on a regular basis.

Prostituted women and girls are murdered so often that most of their deaths go unreported.

Prostituted women and girls are murdered so often that most cop shows and crimes films have for plot device the nameless dead whore.

Prostituted women and girls are murdered so often that computer games make a joke out of  killing the whore.

Prostituted women and girls are murdered so often that most forget they were ever human anyhow. They are just numbers.

That is what we want to make safer – maybe lessen the killings, but continue to ignore the everyday torture.

The concept that prostitution can be made safer if located indoors is a sickening thought.

It either comes from complete detachment or wanting to keep prostituted women and girls contained and controllable. It not about the reality of indoors prostitution.

Let think about a teenage girl outside the sex trade.

Say she is going slightly off the rails. She is drinking and trying out drugs, she is staying all night. She is sleeping with many men, usually not knowing their names or remembering their face. Some of those men are beating her, some are sexually abusing her.

She said she is happy and knows what she is doing.

But looking from the outside, those who love see she not eating well, she has terrible mood swings or may not give a shit about anything.

Would you take her word and let her carry doing as she wants – or would intervene, even shut in her room.

I know with girls outside the sex trade, there would be concern and even action.

But if the same behaviour is inside the sex trade – suddenly it is of little or no concern, it just seen as normal way for prostitutes to be.

Well, most of the indoors prostitution is the scenario of having to fuck strangers – strangers who owned you, and therefore have the right to do anything they want to your body and mind.

Where can there be safety in that.

No prostitution can be made safe when the foundations of all prostitution is the total ownership of the whore.

It not the location – whether on the street, in a car, in a flat, in a hotel room, behind a club – it is the men that creates the hate and violence.

It does not matter what label men put on the prostitute – street-worker, escort, lap-dancer, girlfriend-material, brothel worker – all will be bashed up, all will be sexually tortured and all can be murdered.

After all, the sex trade has built it business on hushing up all the violence. This is done by making out all the violence is just entertainment and fantasy.

That it cannot be real violence for the prostitute enjoy it – look she is smiling, look she keeps coming back for more – and no woman would be a prostitute unless she loved it.

That it cannot be real violence, for the sex trade does not allow sadistic johns in – it will throw them out or have a bad johns list.

That if there is violence, it only because it must be on the street or deregulated indoors prostitution – for the sex trade knows how to take care of it own business.

Now if you believe that, you would believe anything.

The sex trade thrives on getting sadistic johns, especially rich ones who used indoors prostitution mainly.

The sex trade is providing goods that these men can rape, can mentally abuse, can torture and may kill – without any prying eyes, without inconvenience of morals, with as time as they can afford, with the knowledge that the prostitute has no rights.

That is the reality of indoors prostitution. Tell me how you make that safer.

With that power-trip going on – all the so-called safety mechanisms are there just for show.

What’s the point of cameras, alarm bells and bodyguard, if it is decided that forced sex and bashing can re-branded as rough sex or s/m. When the profiteer is providing gang-rape and violent sex as extras.

What’s the point of condoms when as sadistic john refuses to put it on. When the prostitute can only earn a liveable amount of money if she does unsafe sex. When the vast majority of sadistic sex is not penetrating the vagina.

What’s the point of regular health checks when it the johns that bring in STDs.

All this so-called safety measures are for profiteers, for johns and for the gullible who want to keep the status quo, so don’t question too deeply.

It is never about the prostituted women and girls.