Monthly Archives: August 2011

True Heroes

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I have thinking about how under extreme provocation that the vast majority of the prostituted class have throughout history remain non-violent.

This is clear as every time a prostituted woman or girl dares to react to being made into sexual goods, to often being constantly sexually tortured – with violence, there is sensationalism and general male panic.

It is rare enough to be the stuff of male myth – the myth of the vengeful and obviously mentally ill whore that kills punters and profiteers.

I deeply believe in non-violence – but I question every day why so few of the prostituted class kill, beat up or put pillows on the heads of the men that are making them into trash.

I know when I was prostituted I often had many murderous thoughts in my head.

I wanted to put pillows on their heads, I wanted rip their dicks off, I wanted them to know just a tiny bit of the pain and degradation that was my life.

More I wanted so much to kill or torture the men that who were making a profit out my hell.

Those “bodyguards” who sat outside the door listening to clear rape, clear beatings up, clear sexual torturing – and doing nothing to protect me or any other whore, but getting money for such fine bodyguards.

Those managers who made great profits by putting me with known sadistic punters, putting me into gang rapes, getting more from filming my degradation.

I wanted to kill those men that made money off me – but kept their hands clean.

Those men made me goods, made me sub-humans – I hate them all.

But even when I had a few opportunities to be violent – I did the real heroic act of knowing by being non-violent, I would always keep a part of myself that they could never owned or control.

The part they desperately wanted to annihilate – the part that was stronger than they could ever imagine.

Call it a soul, call it an essence, call it warrior spirit – call it what you will – but know no punter and no profiteer can reach and destroy that part of me.

It is inside so many of the prostituted class – it the part of them that form them into indomitable heroes.

It does not prevent the sadism, it cannot save the prostituted from punters or profiteers who make the choice to murder them.

It is not a magical spell.

But it is a place that is private, a place that deaden the pain to make it survivable – and it is a place that store the mighty fury.

To be violent with most punters or profiteers would be pointless, and more than likely lead to more sadism or murders done to the prostituted.

Being violent lead to the prostituted being overpowered and usually laugh at.

Many are “allowed” to have limited violence or anger – only to be punished by being move into more sadistic aspects of the sex trade.

I soon learnt to not be angry as gang rapes were a tool of punishment. I learnt through double anal rape, through rape as all holes in my body were destroyed.

That is very effective silencing and discouragement to fight back.

But in those depths of hell – that is when true heroism comes out.

It is in the stubborn determination to live, to find some way to exit – and if lucky enough to exit to not just to remember, but to speak out of the conditions of the sex trade – speak so loud and clear so there must be real change.

That is what I call true heroism – and I know of many exited women who are heroes all the time.

Motherless Child

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I do have a mother – but for the vast majority of my life she made me want to be or made me feel motherless.

I write this for all the strong women I know or don’t know who are strong feminists, despite having mothers who emotionally abused them.

I deeply believe that the vast majority of women that abused do so under the mental, physical, economical or sexual abuse of men. But not all women – some just abused like men, coz they want power over another human.

I have spent many years wasting my life trying to find and make excuses for my mother. But in the end, I have to face the harsh truth, a truth I want to run away from.

My mother is a deeply selfish and highly privileged woman. She made the choice to put her abusive husband in front of her children.

She did it not out of fear, not coz she didn’t have many other choices and roads to go down – but because she love the image of being the wife that protects her husband from all the lies said about him.

When I look with a clear eye at my mother – I see and know she has power, that she enjoys being in control.

She has all the privileges of being white and upper middle-class, and she continually uses that privilege to her advantage, often to humiliate other people.

I sorry if my anger and grief about my mother unsettles some feminists – but since hearing my stepdad’s cancer, I have terrible memories of how my mother sacrifice me to have a long-term marriage.

I remembered her constant telling me she wished she had aborted me, like I suppose to be darned grateful to have her as a mum.

I remembered her saying to me, not to let her husband make me pregnant. Not shocked or horrified, just in a matter-of -fact tone.

I remembered that if I came home after being prostituted with cuts, bruises, internal injuries, or just scared and wanting to have some kind of a mum – she did more than turning a blind eye, she made sure I know it was only happening coz I wanted it.

I remembered if I run away but came home – finding no dinner for me, no saying where you been, no anger, no caring that I even existed. I know if I wasn’t in my mum’s sight, I was nothing to her.

I remembered being told I was a whore before I had any understanding what a prostitute was.

I remembered trying to kill myself – failing, and finding my mum laughing and telling I was too stupid to even kill myself.

These are just a few tip of the iceberg examples of how my mum mentally abused me.

I will never trust her, never find real love for her – but I will be polite and try to not show her that she can get to me still.

But my stepdad having cancer – has made scared to speak or write to my mum.

I have not the mental energy to hear how wonderful, how brave he is. I have enough of that bastard being worshipped.

I am in bad place – this post is a small part of it.

Letter to My Stepdad

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Dear Mick

I am writing this, and know you will not see this. That is of no importance, for you will say it is all lies, wouldn’t you.

For you, my past did not exist, at least the parts where you damage me. That did not happen, if you shut your eyes and kill your emotions – then it just my fantasy that I was abused by you.

Or you can re-designed my past until you are the victim, and I am a sex-crazed lunatic you could not help but to touch.

You are no victim, you are no misunderstood hero – you are a rapist, a child rapist, you are the bastard that brainwash me into believing I was nothing but a sex object.

You made me enter the sex trade, and accept the unacceptable as my norm.

I remember the first time I meet you, I had an instance dislike of you.

My gut reaction was to hate you – that reaction was the truth. As you became embedded in my life, as I had to come to terms with you being a permanent fixture – I forced myself to pretend to like you.

But I always hated you. I comforted myself by imaging painful deaths for, imaging my dream that my mum got rid of you coz she put her children first, imaging you did actually commit suicide as you often said you would whenever you caught out or thought I may be believed.

Mick – I hate you. I have no mixed feeling of loving you, only I thought I may keep myself safe by making you think I accepted you.

I never did – just knew my mother would always put you first – so there was no escaping you.

Now, let’s pinpoint a few events that you conveniently choose to forget. Events that are poison in me, as you cruise through life.

It must be so easy to have no conscience, to always believe you can do nothing wrong, to imagine even after raping and fucking other’s lives up, you remain the victim – no wonder you sleep so bloody well.

You have forgotten that you first finger-fucked when I was six. That is wiped from history as far as you are concern.

Well – I know the truth, I have it in my body as I even briefly write or speak of that time. I feel the pain still as your fingers went unnaturally into my cunt.

I remembered bleeding – that was no accident, I had no period at aged six – that was you forcing fingers into a hole that resisted, but could never win.

You bastard made me lose my virginity when I six – and it was nothing to you.

You forget that you surrounded me with hard-core porn, you forget taking photos of me that you would wank over. You forget that, coz now you the good man, the man who takes artistic photos not porn.

Well, I do not have the luxury of forgetting the porn. It is in my waking nightmares, it is behind how I learnt to be a whore – and now, it is the driving force that made me determined to be part of destroying the sex trade.

You made know the world of hard-core porn – if only for that, without your rapes and mental torture of me – I bloody hope you now in great pain.

You made see a future where sexual torture would be my norm. A future where dreaming of death would be my only comfort.

A future where I was not human – just holes for men to fuck and pour hate into. A future where I knew to smile and make suitable sex noises – as the only way to somehow make it stop.

You took me into the world of hard-core porn – and doing that you destroy my fight, my will to resist – you made into your sex toy.

I don’t believe in hell – but knowing you, makes me wish I did.

But you made know hell on earth.

I saw it in the dead eyes of the women and girls torture in your porn, I saw it in the cartoons of child rape and sexual torture of women, I saw in the smile as pain was unbearable – porn is hell, there no excuses that can be made for it having an existent.

I saw in porn hope was pointless – that a wonderful gift to give me.

You choose to forget that you made your sex toy – you remember one near-rape when I was 17.

You only remembered that coz I threatened to tell the police – and you got in first by “confessing” to my mum.

Confessing that you were drunk – through you only had at the most two glasses of wine. Confessing you were depressed – oh it well-known, the most common thing that the depressed do is to rape the nearest woman they can find.

But your confession was clever – it made you the victim.

It became a fact that I had been demanding sex from you for years – you had bravely stop yourself – until I caught you at your lowest ebb.

I was sex-crazed, I did it to destroy my mum’s marriage, I was jealous – you were a god-damned victim.

You knew if admitted the so-called worse, that you nearly penetrated me – you would get my mum on your side, and you have her endless protection – and the added bonus she would hate me.

You won that battle, she is with you till one of you die. You deserve each other.

I won the war by cutting you out of my life. And never forgetting who you really are.

 

Dropping By

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I have a major block to writing, so I will write anyhow.

I am blocked by grief.

Grief how I was made sub-human.

Made sub-human by the way my stepdad built his sexual and mental abuse of me – until he reach the pinnacle that he could feel me up everywhere, put his hands and mouth into any hole in my body – could do all this without allowing me to move, without allowing me to speak or make a noise.

He made me the living dead.

He made me the perfect whore.

I grieve that.

I grieve that I know hard-core both from the inside and as an outsider.

I know hard-core porn as a young girl forced to view it. Force to know real terror, force to know the agony was never acting, force to look into their dead eyes.

As a child, I knew these images were my future – and I grieve so deeply that that became true.

I knew hard-core as I laid dead on the bed, as inside prostitution, my sexual tortures were filmed.

I live with the knowledge that I have no power or rights to destroy images of my sexual torturing, images of a prostitute will no access to consent to be inside porn – I live with the terror and deep sorrow that those images could anywhere in the world – with men wanking over it, and others making a profit out of it.

I have no rights over my own image – it is a stealing of my soul.

That is a grief that can never be mended without access to justice – that justice is a million miles away.

This gives me writer’s block – but I write anyhow.

 

Connections

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I have going through extreme trauma all week, well about a week and a half.

But trauma can on occasions make you see things clearer. It makes me see the connections of my life – it a laser vision straight to the heart of all that appears muddled.

One of the tricks of prostitution and porn is that pretends to be isolated from all other forms of male violence. This is done to give it the veneer of being chosen, and is framed as mostly harm-free.

Well I use my life as a tiny example how choice is an illusion in most aspects of the sex trade. I used me – but I just stand for the vast majority of women and girls inside the sex trade who lost track whether it was their choice or not.

I speak for and with the women and girls who never make a clear and honest choice, for they have lost knowing their past, lost remembering how it was to be fully human – how can there be choice in that environment?

I know and with deep grief remember being embedded inside prostitution, being in the middle of making sadistic porn – and strongly making myself believe that was my free choice to be there.

I would not see or know the multiple pushes and pulls that keep me trapped inside the sex trade. I would not know or feel that I only alive because punters and profiteers made the choice not to kill me.

I had to believe it was my role, my purpose and that I deserved any damage done to me. Believing that made me not care, made go dead inside – believing that was my greatest survival mechanism.

So – what I want to ask those who will only hear that prostitutes and women inside porn must be happy – must have chosen to be there, coz in your opinion no-one force to be there. What I need to know why are you so desperate to believe that, and refuse to see the multiple factors that kept women and girls inside the sex trade.

See my life as an example.

I was born in a class, a background and an environment – where most women and girls only viewed the sex trade as something that happens to other women and girls.

I am an upper-middle class white female, brought up in middle-class towns and cities areas, sent to respectable schools.

But the sex trade invades every corner of all women and girls lives – but for the women and girls with the privilege of being posh, the privilege of being white – it that many factors for the sex trade to engulf them.

A major factor which cuts across all classes, all cultures, all backgrounds – is that many women and girls that enter the sex trade have no authentic human love in their lives.

I was emotionally neglected by my mum. I was mentally and sexually abused by my stepdad.

I felt love was nothing to do with me – that I must be a hateful person that no-one should or would love me on a genuine level.

I was typical of so many women and girls inside the sex trade.

I like almost all women and girls inside the sex trade, was made to know and believe that I nothing but a sex object for any man to use and usually damaged, before I entered the sex trade.

I was taught this by being shown hard-core porn at a young girl.

This is not rare for women and girls inside the sex trade. Hard-core porn could be seen as programming our brains to accept the unacceptable.

Hard-core porn taught us that sex is with pain, taught us that the woman or girls is just a fuck-objects who is experimented on, that her safety or dignity is of no importance.

Hard-core porn is training ground to make the perfect whore to be sold and used as inhuman goods.

I was taught by hard-core porn not to move, I was taught to fake pleasure when my life was threatened, was taught the noises that may with luck make the punter stop the sound of manufactured orgasms, taught that injuries and looking almost dead would turn those punters on and make me more profitable.

It is all connected.

I like most women and girls inside the sex trade was previously sexually abused.

I was abused by stepdad from aged 6 to 19, and had been a few “date” rapes.

I was trained to think violent sexual attention was some kind of love, or at least meant I had been seen.

I have never or heard of a woman or girl inside the sex trade who had not been trained by previous sexual violence or being made to view porn – to believe she was nothing but a sex object to please and perform for men who don’t even see her as human.

What I want to ask – why you want to find a tiny, tiny few women inside the sex trade that may of not had previous sexual violence or been in an environment that sexual violence was made unimportant – why do you dismiss the millions of women and girls who do not have that privilege?

How can you look at prostitution and/or porn, and not see that those women and girls have made dead by previous male hate, previous sexual abuse, being in an environment that sex can be commodified, that women and girls are targeted for being poor, targeted for fitting porn-dreams by being inside some ethic grouping.

How you not see that the sex trade does not give a damn about the mental, physical and sexual of the women and girls it traps – all that matters is the profit.

No, you make the choice to ignore all that to find the rainbow unicorn of the woman or girl who is fully happy, and a hundred percent can choose to be inside the sex trade.

You do that by dismissing our pasts and that we live inside an environment that normalising the violence of the sex trade.

Have more respect than that.

Why is Thinking Prostitution is a Free Choice So Important to You?

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Dedicated to all the amazing survivors of the sex trade who now fight to end the sex trade.

Endlessly saying that prostitution must be a free choice is used often as full stop – or at least a method to shut up those of us that question that it is a choice.

Well, I want to know why so many are so desperate that it must be a free choice -is it more than likely that it lets you off the hook of caring if any harms are done to the women and girls inside porn.

Tell what it is that you define as free choice.

From my point of view, it appears a small moment when the prostitute is with a punter is doing relatively little harm to her – may just do straight sex, may even speak to her as if she is a human worthy to be seen.

It may be the small moment, when indoors prostitution is done with the veneer of respect, where there is the appearance that the prostitute can choose and have the illusion that she can have control.

It may be that giving out condoms and coffee to street-based prostitutes means you only want to hear that she is tough and can keep herself safe.

God – I could on and on and on and on at the illusions, excuses and lies used to believe that prostitution must be a free choice.

But this belief system is always based on a divide and rule policy – the policy that allows you to believe that there are the “victim” prostitutes, and then it becomes ok to believe that all other prostituted women and girls are happy coz it is freely chosen.

There is the talk of trafficking. This for those of you who want that it is a free choice – becomes the trafficking myth.

It may be considered bad or sad that women and girls are externally trafficked – but what is tragic to me is you only chose to register this human rights violation if they are seen as slaves, imprisoned or under-aged.

I sick of the profiteers of this external trafficking getting away by putting up a smokescreen saying it just economic migration.

So if this is so great, you go and work full-time in a brothel, in a sex club, at the end of escorting internet line – go abroad and do that for at least six months.

You do and know how your choices are stolen from you – choice to have safety, choice not have rape as your norm, choice not to be cut away from your roots and loved ones, choice to keep alive.

But what hurts, is how those who want to believe that prostitution must be a free choice, are utterly dismissive of the common practice of internal trafficking.

Internal trafficking is way most girls and women get into prostitution. It is common, but is made the most invisible aspect of prostitution, and made the fault of the individual prostitute.

Instead of seeing with a clear eye – see that it is grooming, see that it many prostitutes enter through peer pressure, see many are manipulated into the sex trade by coming away from previous sexual/mental/physical violence, see the cold calculation of sex trade profiteers that finds small vulnerabilities in strong women and girls and use that to trap them.

No – make it the fault of the individual prostituted woman or girl – say she was just attracted by the money and glamour, say she could keep herself safe if just understood the rules of prostitution, she would be safe if she could read the punter’s body language, that she was a fool or mentally ill if she allowed to be manipulated coz of course you would be stronger and wiser than that.

Not taking internal trafficking seriously, is more than a massive betrayal – it is a throwing away of millions of prostituted women and girls who do not fit your neat victim-role.

Those of you who want prostitution to be a choice, always go on and on and on and on about making it legal, bringing in unions, and harm reduction.

You refuse to hear, see or know that prostitution cannot be made tidy or ever safe enough – you refuse to see that as long as men have the entitlement to buy and sell the prostituted, they have the freedom to be as violent as their minds can imagine.

I hear you say but at least if it is legal – it will prevent the violence by stopping the underground stuff.

This is just pure nonsense – prostitution never truly goes underground – it always available to punters, and easy for them to access.

Most punters are lazy buyers, and like their whores to be easy to access.

Punters like to fool themselves that it is just good, clean fun. If you make it legal – you are speaking the language that those punters want.

Make it legal, it is not sleazy – but just a normal thing that men can do.

Make it legal, and keep safe and clean so those punters don’t have to have a conscience as they rape, batter and sexually torture.

Make it legal – and you throw away the prostituted class.

I will stop here – coz this is very traumatising for me.

Here’s the Harm

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I am so sick and very bored that it is said – there is no real harm in porn.

Well, I know the harm from many angles – but mainly from be forced to view it as a child, and from inside porn – but also seeing the daily damage of the normalisation of porn.

It is a lie that to say that porn causes no harm – a lie that is said so there can be yet more profit made by porn profiteers. Make it normal, part of the background noise of many societies – then there are many more consumers, and more and more money.

Porn is just about following the money – nothing more – all other language around is just manipulation and a lie.

SEEING AS A CHILD

I was shown hard-core porn as a child.

It was preparation for sexual abuse – it got me ready to be suitable material to be inside the sex trade.

There’s the harm.

I know those that defend porn, refuse to let outsiders see or know what hard-porn is and always has been.

They deflect attention by comparing hard-core porn to erotica, saying it is words and images of some sexual liberation.

They scare off people speaking out against the porn – saying they are moralists, maybe religious fundamentalists, must be right-wing fanatics, and of course the classic anti-sex.

Well seeing hard-core porn as a child, makes you see it clear and I don’t make excuses for it.

I was shown it in the late 60’s and early 70’s – and don’t ever believe that hard-core porn was nicer than now.

The purpose of hard-core porn since it was invented – maybe when men discover they could make an image of violent rape and sexual torturing of women and girls, and could exchange that image for goods – it’s purpose was to show through depictions of violent sex acts, the true hate and rage that many men have for women and girls.

I saw Hustler – with its constant images of sexual torture of all types of women and girls, wrapped up in racism, anti-feminist claptrap, laughing at child rape, hate of everything women and girls do, achieve or strive for.

I saw photos and recording from rape-murder crime scenes. My stepdad had access through having money to police records.

I saw the photos of the Manson murders before it was clean up for the press. I heard the terrifying tape of one of the Moors Murders girl victims.

I was shown “Chester the Molester”, the infamous cartoon in Hustler that celebrated raping young girls – made it so funny.

I saw porn images where it appeared that the women in them must be dead – their eyes were dead – they must have be been dead coz how could anyone survive that much pain.

I saw close-up inside women’s cunts – till I had no idea what to think except fear and pain.

I was read extracts from de Sade and Lolita – that became my bedtime story.

The images and words from that time destroys so much.

MURDERING IMAGINATION

Porn murdered my ability to imagine and to think visually.

It was my refusal to know the porn.

I cannot think with those images inside me, even with most of my dreams I choose to forget what I may have seen.

I had seen torture, seen what I thought was murder, seen the dead eyes, seen that the girls in the images could and would be me.

I could not let in imagination – it let in emotions of self-harm, of the terror of being inside the words and images of hard-core porn.

If you want to really know the harms of porn – know that murdering of imagination was no minor event.

It was the beginning of not allowing myself to be have privacy – but to believe I could only exist when a man used me sexually.

Losing imagination was a massive part of learning how to kill emotions – makes myself act as if I did not care what pain and terror happened to me – I learnt fast not to care, for what’s the point of caring when it does nothing to end the violence.

How dare anyone make the choice to believe that hard-core porn is harm-free.

ONLY PLASTIC WOMEN

Many choose to believe hard-core porn is alright, because the women inside it are not real or just bloody good actresses.

Now that is a conscience ignorance that those women are being harmed.

The insult I have heard and seen so many times – in meetings, in the mainstream media, when relaxing with friends – is that it is ok, coz the women inside hard-core porn are just plastic women.

That is making them sub-humans, just to justify the consumption of porn by you or people you know.

It is so convenient to make women inside hard-core porn sub-humans, coz then it just pretend pain, it is pretend sexual torture, those women like having women-hating words thrown at them.

If you make the choice to see the women as unreal – then you can consume hard-core porn, you can wank over torture without the messy feelings of having a conscience.

And let me say if you make that choice to view the women inside hard-core porn as sub-humans – then I can make the choice to hate you.

For if you see what you call pretend pain – that is real agony, that is a real woman on the receiving of real sexual torture.

If you see fear in the eyes of that woman, and say it is just great acting – you have made your heart so hard and cold, that I would pity you,  if my priority was not wanting to help the woman who you dismiss.

If you can watch double or treble penetration, watch a woman being gang-raped, watch a woman orally raped till she faints or is sick – if you watch that and say to yourself, it is only acting – you are either utter fool or a sadistic bastard.

You are watching a crime of sexual violence made justifiable by re-branding it as entertainment.

How dare anyone say there is no harm in hard-core porn.

ENDWORD

This a very small part of what I can say about the harms of hard-core porn.

The main thing is that the women and girls inside hard-core porn are real, and in real-time are having real torturing being done to them.

But even in paintings, pottery and novels that depicts hard-core porn, there is huge harm. For these depictions are giving permission and instructions to violent men on how to utterly destroy the will of women and girls, and how to rape women and girls.

Many paintings, drawings and sculptures are just a record of real violence to real women and girls, especially a record of the hate and violence done to the prostituted class.

In so-called novelists such as de Sade, there is the same recording of real hate and real violence to women and girls.

Hard-core porn uses real violence, real hate and real terror – that is the true harm.

Wake up – and stop making excuses as women and girls are being tortured.

Stepdad

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Just heard my stepdad has throat cancer – very mixed feelings.

Language Matters

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I write about the sex trade, and for me every word matters. I will not use certain language that is used everyday.

I will not use the language that is used to normalise the sex trade, and in doing that makes all the harms invisible.

I want language to reflect the reality, I want language to be uncensored – I want the sex trade to be exposed, not made just part of the furniture.

I refuse the term sex worker or sex work. I am sick of all the liberal media using that term without question.

How many times to exited women have to say it is not sex and it is not work – only to ignore or usually patronise, told we don’t what we speak of coz we are just bias.

Like those who promote sex work do not have the backing of the sex trade, do have most governments behind their views, are not embedded inside the arts and most cultures, it not the language inside universities, is not the language of most news media.

They, of course, are never bias.

To say it is just sex – is to framed what goes on inside the sex trade – as their norms of your imagined sex, even if it goes slightly beyond your boundaries.

It frames the sex trade inside porn dreams – where most women in the sex trade are liberated, are happy, love performing sex acts to please men, it may appear painful or degrading but is just fun – it is always empowered sex.

It has little or nothing to do with reality for the vast majority of the women and girls inside the sex trade. It just porn in the head.

I so sick of others saying it just sex with the bonus of money.

Well, do the prostitution, work inside a lap-dancing club, be inside mainstream porn – for six months, and say that.

Be inside the sex trade, and know you have no choice which men buys or consume you.

Know being in sex club has little or no glamour – with men are allowed to finger-fuck you, with men yelling every vile name their tiny minds can name women with, with back-rooms where full sex is expected.

Know indoors prostitution is not safe or a way to make loads of money – not when shut in room with men who have full permission to treat you as trash, full permission to use the prostitute as his personal porn-toy, where your manager just sees you as goods that will get him/her money and then you are thrown away.

Know there is nothing safe, glamorous or fun about being inside mainstream porn – if you get embedded inside that world your body will used as a war-zone, having internal injuries or STDs will be your norm, your norm will having sadistic sex acts pushing your mind and body into deadness to survive.

Know to survive nearly all aspects of the sex trade are about destroying anything human of the women and girls that are trapped.

That is why I use the term sub-human as a descriptive term to the existence inside the sex trade.

I know that the profiteers of the sex trade will break down all women and girls to be suitable as fuck-goods.

The breaking down is on every level – mentally, physically and sexually – leaving the woman or girl with nothing to reminds her that she could be human.

This does not means she is sub-human, for there is always somewhere deep hidden there is a fighting spirit that I named as her essence.

Rather to survive inside the sex trade, it is important to hide anything human from profiteers and the punters, and sadly from most of our society that dismisses the prostituted class.

That is why it is very important to state that women and girls are made sub-humans.

To doubt that is to ignore reality for those of us inside or exited from the sex trade.

We are sub-human whenever someone clicks on free porn and get some kicks from viewing sadistic sex, and saying it must be just fun or pretend.

We are sub-human as cars drive pass street prostitutes selecting on a whim.

We are sub-human as businessmen laugh as we lap-dance and coincidently slips their fingers into our cunts.

We are sub-human as men phone or get off the net an escort by age, size, what sex acts she will, price and what time he can have with her.

We are all sub-human to profiteers and punters – we are just holes to be fucked – we have no past, and our future is of no importance, all that matters is when we inside the male gaze.

This post is about thinking about language. That would be a massive route to giving the prostituted real freedom. 

Sub-Human 2

Posted on by rmott62

This was written in a thread on f’b on the Stop Porn page – to explain why I use the phrase “sub-human”.

“… But is hard to stay calm when there is an attitude the woman inside porn are sub-human, and that it is just our individual flaws that means it is our fault to be in porn. This is not the attitude to date rape, domestic violence or child abuse – they do not blame the victim, but the perpetrator. The perpetrators of porn are not just the consumers and producers – but the whole structure of the porn industry that makes women and girls sub-humans.

I use the label of sub-human as a survivor of porn and prostitution – for it is not just how the punters and profiteers view us – but how a great deal of our society views us. Women in the sex trade are made sub-humans – that they have different levels/attitudes to pain, are more likely not to “care”about violence or degradation that “real” women would hate or be disgusted by…

… It need to be faced, for whilst outsiders of the sex trade viewed prostituted women as either deserving as choose to be there or pitiable victims – this is not viewing them as humans … We must stop the Othering of the prostituted class if we want to tackle the sex trade.

… The prostituted class are considered to be just commodities to be fuckable – they are not considered to be fully human, rather they are made disconnected from real women…. It is harsh language – but nowhere as harsh as being in a culture that invents the prostituted class so men, very normal men, have an outlet for their hate and violence on the prostituted without serious consequences – just a sweeping under the carpet. That is what makes a society that makes the prostituted sub-humans.

I am not saying that she is made sub-human in her essence, I am saying for society to create the prostituted class as sub-humans – they ignore the constant violence and hate inside all aspects of the sex trade. It makes that any violence done to the prostitute is ok for it is her role/work – that comes from deciding she is sub-human…

May I say I am not talking about the individual woman – but the prostituted class, for when you are inside the sex trade you are not given the luxury of being an individual. For you are just considered a consumable and disposable object. In the end for the punters, profiteers and a society that condones the sex trade – the bitter truth is that the prostituted class have no humanity – in the end all whores are the same. This doesn’t make the prostitute to blame or victims  – it is just a truth that must be faced if we want real change – that the sex trade does break women until they become goods – that is the purpose o the sex trade. To keep it is just about individuals, lets the structure of the sex trade off the hook – and it can continue business as usual.

Of course, the prostituted woman is an individual – but to deny that the whole structure of the sex trade is about breaking those women into being sub-humans means there can never be real change. For then it remains about the individual woman’s choices or how she was mistreated … We must focus on ending demand, and viewing it as a massive human rights issue. In the end, to bring out full humanity to the prostituted class – we must start believing that abolition of the sex trade can be a reality – not just deal with one prostitute at a time. We must dream harder.

… This is decided that the prostituted class unlike “real” women – are “designed” to sleep with many strange men; are designed to not care sexual violence – the sex trade has created the myth that the prostitute probably enjoys sexual violence or at least doesn’t care…

… I say this as an exited woman from prostitution and being inside porn – I know that even as the intensive brainwashing and violence goes on constantly – that most women in the sex trade have amazing strength and determination to keep a huge part of themselves private – the part I would name as their essence… It is not just how prostitutes are treated – or even if it is viewed as a freely chosen lifestyle – the prostitute is made a sub-human in order to service men without messy human emotions or back stories. Being made sub-human is to be just a role for others – with no past and no future – just in the moment the buyer and seller wants you… It is wonderful that good people can’t bear the word sub-human – that means you have some understanding of our utter pain and deadness when we were embedded in the sex trade.

… This has a real effect on the lives of the prostituted  – in that once it is the common view that they are sub-humans – then punters have full permission  to pour all their porn fantasies into their living bodies. These men are not as the sex trade propaganda has just one-off bad apples – but in reality they are just ordinary men, who by the creation of prostitutes as sub-humans – are made to believe that they are entitled to do as they want to the non-human prostituted class. By the sex trade creating the prostituted as sub-humans, it gives full permission to make women into goods to be used until they are thrown away. When you are embedded inside the sex trade – you know you are viewed as sub-human. You know you not anything but parts of a body, only the parts the punters and profiteers can use. You know that all women and girls are interchangeable – that is taught to the prostituted class as they moved round different aspects of the sex trade to break them down and completely disorient them to be suitable goods. You know you are not viewed as human when those who consume and produce porn ignore, make a joke of and say it is your role – when there is great pain and degradation. You know you are not viewed as human when men that make the choice to buy a prostitute – off the net, a line-up in a club or brothel, driving down a street – is just picking out goods like choosing cheese at a supermarket. Of course, being viewed and classed as sub-human, does not make a prostitute sub-human, as she always keeps her essence. But it has a real effect on her human rights. For it becomes a common belief in many cultures and societies, that it is impossible to rape a prostitute – let alone the everyday sexual torturing of the prostituted. To justify the myth that the prostitute must be sub-human is built up by she must have chosen to be there – then everyone can sweep it under the carpet…”