Sex Work is a Fraud

I do not just dislike/hate the term “sex work”, I know it to be a lie and propaganda invented and used by the sex trade profiteers to give themselves the facade of being Leftist.

It gives the illusion that the prostituted are “employed” by caring “employers – not that it is a system that is built on the power dynamics of the slave and the slave-owner.

It gives the illusion that if there basic safety precautions at the “work”, than prostitution, being in sex club and being inside porn will somehow be empowering.

I am constantly told this by women who are happy in the sex trade, told this by academics who only write to back the sex trade, and even by male researchers studying the prostituted (often part of the “research” is consume to the prostituted, so he can understand what it is to be a punter).

Many who lecture me about how wonderful sex work, accuse me of being deeply biased and not speaking for all the prostituted.

Of course, I am biased, and I have never claimed to speak all the prostituted.

I just know and think it vital for others to know, there is nothing unique or even that unusual about the amount of sadistic violence that I experienced.

Everything I write on this blog is partly personal, but far more important I only write what is common practice in all aspects of the sex trade.

My personal history is gone, there is nothing that can done to prevent the sadism that was forced into.

I write for the women and girls inside the sex trade that are inside that sadism, I write for the exited women who are now living with trauma as their shadow.

I do not write for the Happy Hooker – for if you so happy, then you have no need to read about the conditions of the vast majority of the prostituted.

You can just think of yourself and bury your head in the sand, as your fellow prostituted Sisters are being tortured or struggling with trauma of that trauma.

Basically I do not write to please pimps and punters – I know it makes them furious that I refuse to under their control.

I think we should look with a clear eye at the structure of say indoors prostitution – for that is a type of the sex trade, that pimps and punters go on and on and on and on and bloody about being so empowering and liberating for the prostituted.

There focus is the dream or illusion that indoors prostitution is safe for the prostituted, or at least safe enough to still make a profit and attract punters by saying it the “good side” of prostitution.

It is not about making it safe for the prostituted – it about keeping the market open, and competing with other forms of prostitution by providing variety.

The prostituted remain as sexual goods to be passed round many aspects of  the sex trade, to be available to do living porn for each and every punter, to be viewed as interchangeable and sub-human.

There is no such thing as equality or empowerment in prostitution – but it is vital for survival for women in indoors prostitution to believe in that delusion.

To know you are there to be raped, to be tortured and are never seen as a full human is unbearable.

I think it is life-saving for the prostituted to not know their reality – knowing you are slave, knowing your body and mind is being poisoned by sadism, knowing there is little hope – knowing does kill many of the prostituted.

Denial is good – but the horror is trauma for the prostituted who are lucky enough to exit and can re-build their lives.

Trauma is partly knowing the truth of how you have tortured inside the sex trade.

I write with exited women always in my heart – they are my most important readers, I write with pride as I stand with and by them.

They are my main priority, all else is secondary.

A Week and a Half

I have been so depressed this week, the week of Savile is everywhere on the news, and the weeks of a loud silence about all the girls who have survived prostitution.

I hoped beyond hope, that the uncovering of Rochdale and it showing how common internal trafficking, was a slow beginning of an adult discussion about under-aged prostitution and it connection to all aspects of the sex trade.

I hoped beyond hope, that it would see it the male demand for all aspects of the sex trade that is the real issue – that it is that male demand that fuels the profit that is the backbone of all the sex trade.

I hoped beyond hope, that it was seen with a clear eye that the vast majority of women inside the sex trade even started when they were under-aged, or were “used” to sexual violence becoming the prostituted class.

I hoped beyond hope, that it would be seen that all women and girls inside the sex trade are being tortured, are ripped o their human rights, are made into goods, are classed as sub-humans.

Christ, I was hoping beyond hope that we had reach a moment where the prostituted were seen and respected.

Fat chance – not with the determination of the sex trade to run business as normal.

Savile is very convenient for the sex trade profiteers and their allies.

It can say only non-prostituted girls can be classed as victims of child abuse.

It can say if a famous or ordinary wants under-aged sex or to torture a girl – why use the sex trade and it can be made invisible.

It can call a business exchange, it can just feeding a market – but it is never serious child.

Punters are never perverts like men like Savile.

Well, what if Savile had paid or under-aged prostitutes – what then?

Do you think there would a nationwide scandal? Do you think it would even be known about?

Famous men, ordinary men all used and consumed all aspects of the sex trade all the time – in their consuming, they are committing grievous crimes, and it always made invisible.

Punters normally raped and sexually prostitutes of all ages – with no regard to their mental and physical welfare.

It is normal that men who consume mainstream porn are watching sexual torture.

This is made nothing – sexual torture only counts when it in the bodies of the non-prostituted.

That is the centre of my depression – that our tortures, our terror, our agony and our survival are thrown away – for the prostituted are too sub-human to matter.

The Personal is God-Damned Political

I was made by my personal experiences of living inside torture.

I was made by neglect.

I was made by incest.

I was made by knowing what hard-porn is.

I was made by date rapes

I was made by being a runaway from far too young.

I was made by being under-aged as a prostitute.

I was made by gang-rapes.

I was made by being filmed as punters sadistically raped me.

I was made by punters coming from all backgrounds, all cultures, all classes – and all making me sub-human.

I was made by being under-paid or not paid.

I was made by being over-paid and knowing the more money the worse the violence, the longer I would be owned.

I was made as went through the hell of being their “girlfriend experience”

I was made as anal rape became my norm.

I was made as I choke to almost death by copying “Deep Throat”.

I was made as cut myself and took over-doses without feeling anything.

I was made as I was able to block out all pain, all anger, all confusion and all despair – and become the Happy Hooker.

I was made as I could not feel or let myself know as friends who were prostituted disappeared, and my heart screamed some had been murdered.

I was made as my managers/pimps control me by punishment of sending to more sadism, or letting their “friends” rape me for free.

I was made as I imagine killing punters or pimps, but stopped coz I had no strength left, or knew it was pointless for the violence would stop coz one man was dead.

Yes – male violence made me, yes it is highly political to me.

It made me who I am now.

It made my rage that has no end until there is full justice for all the prostituted.

A rage that men have built a world where the prostituted are brought and sold for something as unimportant as the male orgasm.

A rage that it is made normal and invisible the millions of prostituted women and girls being sadistically tortured mentally, physically and sexually as you read these few words.

A rage that hard-core is called entertainment.

A rage that porn only matters when it affects everyone but the women inside the porn – they are made too sub-human to matter.

A rage that academics, some feminists, Leftists, religious fundamentalists, politicians and others make out the prostituted are never truly damaged, for everything that happens to then is because they place themselves in the line of danger.

A rage that the prostituted cannot be raped or hurt, for being goods nothing can hurt them.

A rage that so many ignore that the only real choices in the sex trade – are the choices of the men that buy and sell the prostituted class.

This rage is burning down the world that so callous and complacent to all my Sisters in the prostituted class.

This rage is highly political as it slashes and burns a road towards full abolition of the sex trade and its allies.

It made the deep grief that fuels my understanding of my political.

It the political of the radical exited prostituted women, who must have the freedom to name and shame all that buys the lies and myths of the sex trade.

This grief makes me hold up the Left and it blind following of the words of sex trade propaganda.

This grief sees and know that much of the language of sex trade profiteers.

This grief sees men like Larry Flynt and Hugh Hefner would view themselves as heroes of the Left.

This grief holds in despair that there free speech for sex trade profiteers, but the voices of the prostituted is silenced or ripped away.

This grief sees the Left abandon the women and girls inside the sex trade as they refuse to see it as torture, as a human rights issue – but instead frame it as choice and work.

This grief hears and sees the Left condemn the Right for using the prostituted – but make men of the Left who torture prostitutes, who consume hard-core porn invisible – the Left often makes these men into heroes.

This grief makes me hold up liberal feminism.

This grief hears and cannot bears feminists who use the language empowerment, consent, choice, sex work, and the sacred whore when speaking of what it is to be inside the sex trade.

This grief will scream at all those feminists who give the prostituted names of goddesses.

This grief cannot be in the room as it spoken over and over and over that the real harms of porn is how it affect children and women who partners consumed porn – with no interest of the women inside porn.

This grief goes into overload when hearing for the million how the prostituted or women in porn don’t feel or mind the pain as “real” would.

This grief wants to hide as I hear it explain by so-called feminists how the prostituted are different from other females – they have a higher libido, they don’t have shame or need for dignity, oh why say it prostituted were born for nothing but to living porn-toys for men.

This grief does want to believe but hears – women saying how the prostituted are needed to prevent real rape and sadism to women and girls.

My grief feeds my politics – but it so isolating.

I will always fight – but it be good for more of the non-prostituted to break down the lies and myths of the sex trade, not leave to just exited women.

We speak our truths as we sit with trauma.

We cannot not stop fighting and struggling towards full abolition.

For once you have seen you have been a slave, and had your human rights stolen from you – you cannot live quiet until all the prostituted slaves are free.

But our allies must stand strong with, make the human rights of all the prostituted central in your life.

Speak out each time you can to the constant lies spread of what it is to be inside the sex trade.

When with an exited woman, do no speak over, through or for her – but be humble enough to listen and hear even as she is discovering words to fit her reality.

Do not put the prostituted into the many boxes that the sex trade places them in.

Know all the prostituted class have no access to a life of safety, all the prostituted are made sub-human, all the prostituted have their authentic voices silenced, all the prostituted are stripped of their past and expected to have no future.

That is all the prostituted class is the class of the slave and the sub-human.

So fight for all the prostituted – do not pick and choose, for then you may as well do the work of the sex trade profiteers.

We Were Made Nothing

This is dedicated with love and deep respect to all my exited Sisters who were under-aged prostitutes.

 

There is a huge scandal in England about a dead celebrity doing mass sexual abuse of under-aged girls.

It is shocking, it is heart-breaking – but from the point of view of a survivor of under-aged prostitution it is also deeply hypocritical and hurtful.

The question that hangs in the air – if Savile or any other male celebrity had mass raped or abused under-aged prostituted girls, would there be a scandal?

Or would just seen as just normal male release.

Every day in every town or city, punters are buying under-aged prostitutes, it is made invisible, it is when viewed seen as no big deal.

The majority of adult women prostitutes entered when they were under-aged, and most will keep the mind-set of that child each time a punter buys her.

Where is the shock and horror about the prostituted?

There was a short period, when I though maybe English society cares a little about under-aged prostitutes, especially will see the prostitutes from 12 to 16 as children.

This happened when the Rochdale case uncovered the realities of internal trafficking, and there was an opening to say how common it is that vulnerable from all backgrounds are trapped into the sex trade.

But Savile came along – and the prostituted were thrown away again.

I hate thinking these thoughts – for I believe Savile and his like are major criminals, and those who are alive should rot in jail.

I care deeply for any woman who was sexually abused at any age.

I just want and need that the prostituted class are not thrown to the lions, as we seek “real” victims of male violence.

The bitter truth is when a girl is paid for sex, when it is viewed as a business exchange – she has no access to being a child, she is an adult whatever her age.

I can find sympathy and shock when I say how my stepdad raped me as a child and teenager.

That is an outrage, that must have left me with deep scars, that is viewed as a crime.

But speak of under-aged prostitution, and the reaction is rarely understanding or with sympathy.

It becomes something that I must have freely chosen.

I am told if it was so bad, I should have just walked away.

I am made to believed it just being a rebel, or some kind of bad girl.

It not viewed as degradation, not viewed as a major crime, nor viewed as serious abuse, it not seen as the horror that it is.

Once you are paid money or sex – then it is decided you are asking for everything that you get – so what the point of complaining, no cares much.

Under-aged are thrown away, and have nowhere to turn to – so is it any surprise most stay silent as adult prostituted or if they lucky enough to exit.

 

It is Not True

This is dedicated to all who want to believe lies and myths about the sex trade – even as the prostituted class are dying.

It is not true that all the women and girls in the sex trade are survivors of incest or childhood sexual violence.

It is not true that the only push into the sex trade is poverty.

It is not true that only a certain of girl or woman becomes a prostitute or goes into the porn industry.

It is not true that there is a mass demand from female to buy and sell the prostituted class.

It is not true that only women and girls from a certain ethnicity, certain class, certain culture, or particular country will be safe from becoming the prostituted class.

It is not true that prostituted women and girls were born that way or it is just their nature.

It is not true that prostitution has always been with us, and will always be with us.

It is not true that it is sex.

It is not true that it is work.

It is not true that the prostituted class have a higher pain threshold.

It is not true that some punters care for the prostituted or women inside porn.

It is not true that kindly punters will report that there is trafficking, under-aged prostitutes or signs of extreme violence.

It is not true that indoors prostitution can be made safe.

It is not true that making a sex worker union will be a cure for the harms of prostitution.

It is not true that the prostituted spread diseases into “real” women and girls.

It is not true that having the prostituted class prevent rape spreading to those “real” women and girls.

It is not true that being paid or given stuff stops it from being rape and sexual torture.

It is not true that anyone notice the constant disappearances and deaths of the prostituted class.

It is not true that any woman or girl in the sex trade has the heart’s desire to be into goods and a living porn object.

It is not true that porn is harm-free if there no evidence of violence to women and girls outside the porn industry.

It is not true that stripping or pole-dancing can be made empowering.

It is not true that escorting is controlled by the escort.

It is not true that you can read the body language of a punter, and know when and how he will be violent.

It is not true that punters that just talk are good men.

It is not true that punters who pay for sex want to have “normal” sexual acts.

It is not true that not remembering means it was of no importance.

It is not true that exited women should just get over it and stop complaining.

It is not true that handing out condoms and coffee can ever be of real help to the prostituted.

It is not true that prostitution and porn are just the extreme end of male violence to women and children.

It is not true that being a prostitute is a sacred act.

It is not true that all whores have a heart of gold.

It is not true that prostitutes enjoys counselling punters.

It is not true that the aim of women and girls in porn is to be a pimp or porn producer.

It is not true that being paid tons of money makes being rape and torture ok.

It is not true that our bodies and minds will ever truly forget.

Your Lies Are Part of Our Genocide

I have to live surrounded by the lies of the sex trade, the lies of the liberal feminists, the lies of Leftist men, the lies of fundamentalist religious folks, the lies of all of the media, the lies of high and low culture about what it is to be prostituted.

These lies are never harm-free, these lies are never without an agenda, these lies are a constant remainder to all the prostituted that we have no worth, that we will never be given the right to be fully human.

Instead in this environment, it has become the only that the prostituted can gain the simple and basis right to be fully human, is to take and not to wait for others to give it to us.

For the prostituted class see with a clear eye what the lies attempt to hide – that whilst the lies play with language, whilst the lies played the prostituted into categories and make them statistics, whilst the lies that imagine Utopias which always has room for men to buy and sell the prostituted.

Whilst these lies go round and round in pointless circles – the prostituted are living inside a genocide.

Only it the perfect genocide – like the perfect crime, it is being done in plain view, and no-one sees it or believes what they see.

It is a genocide where bodies pile up every day – but are made invisible. There little or no reports of the multiple deaths of the prostituted – whether through their bodies giving up, whether through suicide, or whether through murder.

There lives were made sub-human, and in their deaths the prostituted are made nothing.

There are many statistics of murders by men of women and girls. These are always lower than the reality, for so many get away with murder each and every day.

But there is a major effort to remember and honour women and girls killed in domestic violence, killed during sadist rape, killed by stalkers, killed by close relations, killed by so-called honour killings.

They are see and mourned – not enough, never enough.

But there is an effort to give non-prostituted women and girls a name, see how human they were – after their violent death by men.

There no such remembrance for the vast vast majority of prostituted women and girls that are murdered.

They are given no name, they are allow no history outside of being a whore, their deaths are not reported, their bodies are thrown on a trash-heap or made to vanish.

The dead prostituted are not even given the right to be in the statistics of murdered women and girls.

That is to be nothing.

How did we get to have so much disrespect for the prostituted class, that even after being sadistically murdered we refuse to know their humanity?

Where does that hate and callousness comes from?

How can we allow ourselves to lives with a culture where the “dead whore” is just a plot line, so when real we choose to make it fiction and lose that every dead prostitute was a human just attempting to survive and make sense of the hell she was in?

I do not have answers, only views from bitter experiences of living with the constant lies that make the environment where the genocide of the prostituted class is made to mean nothing.

There is the class liberal/Leftist view, that prostitution is just sex work.

Being work, the violence done to the prostituted is just viewed as the risk of the job.

It become not the fault of the punter making the choice to be sadistic to the prostitute.

It becomes not the fault of the sex trade profiteers who push up their profit margins by supplying access to sadist sexual practices.

No, it become the fault of the prostitute for putting herself in the line of danger.

She should read the body language of the punter and see the violence before it starts. She should have the skills to talk him down.

She should his counselor, she should know self-defence, she should say no firmly to make him leave, she should control him not be controlled by the punter.

The prostitute should have the self-confident to say no to profiteers making her do sexual acts that endanger her, she stand up to his demands even when it more money.

All these views are daily building graves for the prostituted class – if you decide it just sex work, you may as well be the murderer of the prostituted, for you are part of the throwing away of the prostituted class.

If you imagine reading the body language of a punter would make any difference, you are deeply deluded.

Most prostitutes have no rights to walk away from a punter, or if they try there are many consequences.

I walked away from a few sadistic punters, only to be sent into worse violence for my “disobedience” .

Many prostitutes are raped/beaten up/murdered for turning away a punter – that reality is shadow that stop the prostitute from saying or even thinking no.

That is not work, that is the conditions of slavery.

There are the religious lies – that the real problems with whores is they are leading men into losing their morals, the prostitutes is the Devil preventing men becoming the greatness they could be, that it is the prostitute who craves sex and violence and drives men mad to get it.

Imagine being the prostitute being fucked by religious fundamentalists – hearing him naming as the sin as he rapes, sexually torture and beat her.

The only true way to rid himself of that sin, is to murder the prostitute – and make himself clean again.

Religion may always say it condemn murder – but rarely in so-called justified wars, and never when slaughtering the prostituted class.

The religious fundamentalists kill the whore in the vain hope that their own hate and violence will disappear.

Now, we come to the lie that hurts me to the core.

The lie that the majority so want to believe – that we must have the prostituted class to prevent sexual spreading out into “real” women and girls.

This vile lie is a constant remainder that all the prostituted, even when they have exited, can never be considered as full humans.

We were and are just objects where violent men can pour into us all their hate and disdain for all females.

We are just tools for porn to be made into reality, our bodies are made to be ripped apart, to be treated as trash, to hurt over and over and over again – for being the whore, it cannot matter as it would if the same was happening to a “real” woman or girl.

Could this be the real reason that murdered prostitutes are rarely recorded even as a statistic, for there was no human killed, just a dead whore?

I am crying now – so I stop – but the lies are endless.

Your lies are killing us.

Do Not Use the Slave Word

Today it has been decided it the Day of the Slave.

Only unless it is framed as violent external sadistic trafficking can the prostituted class be named as slaves, and even then it made that it cannot be real slavery to be inside the sex trade.

My heart is broken at this dismissal, and the choice that so many with power and privilege make to say prostitution cannot be slavery.

Even when looked at with a clear all forms of prostitution are in the conditions of slavery.

The conditions of slavery is be made nothing but goods that is used and tossed away.

All prostitutes are in that condition. All prostitutes are not viewed as humans or women/girls – they are sex goods.

To be a sex good, is to know you are nothing but holes for men to fuck, nothing but a mouth to be stuffed or speak words for his ego, nothing but an image his has remembered from porn and now can screw into silence.

That is the condition of the slave.

Only, there are voices of denial.

Prostitutes can never be slaves – they are paid or receive gifts. It is just a business exchange of equal partners.

I feel my heart exploding with rage.

Yes, prostitutes are paid – many who do indoors prostitution are paid a lot of money and given loads of valuable stuff.

But does that mean the prostitute has the basis human right to be free from violence, to have the basis human right to have freedom of movement, to have the basis human right to her own sexuality, the basis human right to freedom of expression without control or threat/reality of violence?

Slavery has always manipulated the slave-class by having many layers of what a slave – say to be closed to power or working in the cells below the power.

The mental violence of slavery is how the slave-owners use this divide and rule to control those with no power and no voices.

The divisions made between trafficking and “freely chosen” prostitution, between under-aged prostitutes and the prostitutes who is a woman, between street-based prostitutes and escorts – and the endless other divisions placed onto the prostituted class are designed to silenced the prostituted.

It is used every day, to prevent a prostitute from naming that she is being raped, she is being sexually tortured, and that she is constant fear of her life.

When it is framed as her choice, as work she is doing, that she is lucky not to be doing worse aspects of prostitution – how is it possible for a prostitute to find a voice for her grief, her fear and her utter confusion.

In prostitution, the slave-owners are winning by brainwashing so many prostitutes that they are the Happy Hooker – hell, they are empowered, they choose the whore lifestyle, they are better than other women.

This mind-set is so ingrained, especially with women doing indoors prostitution – that to survive the normal violence, hate and degradation that is prostitution, it becomes important to block out reality and live in a fantasy.

This is the condition of the slave who has no access to hope, or belief that anyone cares whether she is alive or dead.

I was sexually tortured as my norm – but I made my mind block the fear, block the pain, and to block that I hated it.

No, I lived in the world of fiction. A world where I could only hear words where punters/profiteers pretended to see me as a human, only feel it was “normal” sex and forget how near I was to death, only came to believe I must want this pain why else was I there.

A slave cannot see clearly the power dynamics controlling her, when she is just keeping her head above the water.

The horror of trauma after prostitution is knowing how all prostitutes have no power or human rights – and totally controlled by punters and sex profiteers.

Trauma is impounded when seeing and knowing that to be a prostitute is be a slave – to  be goods, to be voiceless, to have no past or future just the role given to you, to be throwaway trash.

If that is not slavery, then I do not understand what slavery is?

Let’s Talk About Porn

Dedicated to Julia Long – we both want the same thing from different roads.

 

Porn is talked about everywhere, porn is seen everywhere, porn is the background to our waking moments, porn enters ours nightmares claiming to our dreams.

But in this avalanche of porn there is a deadly silence of the multiple voices of the women and girls inside porn – there are no words to show their realities.

In this post, I speak to that silence.

I am not speaking for the “pain” of those who choose to consume porn.

I am not interested in finding the myth of porn that treats women and girls inside it with respect and dignity. I do not think there is a difference between lesbian and hetero porn – porn is violence to the females in it, full stop.

I am not bother by the millions of justifications for producing porn – bottom line, it made for profit and greed by exploitation of those in porn.

I am not writing because may or may not damage children and their views of sexuality – that is written everywhere.

I am not writing about women who partners consume porn and may treat them in a pornish way. I think you should leave or smash up the computer, but if the only reason you dislike porn is coz it spreading out to “real” women and girls, I find it hard to listen without great anger.

These are some of the many distractions that prevent the voices of the women and girls inside or exited from porn being heard.

It is like it have so decided that these women and girls must be so sub-human that they have no access to pain, no access to terror, do not know it could be torture, that it is decided they have no grief.

They are not given the right to be considered as “real” women and girls.

Yes, I hear you on the Left and many liberal feminists say that is not so. Well, let me play back the many uses of hate speech that is said to keep women and girls in their place – this is all from the Left and liberal feminists.

“It is just acting – not real pain or terror.”

No, it is not – consumers of porn want and demand real pain, real degradation, real terror in her eyes.

The pain is not a one-off is shot and cut many times until her body is beyond exhaustion, when her body is ripped up it is cleaned up or taken out of the shot, when she cries it becomes an “orgasm” or great film of her degradation.

“That is just the extreme end, most porn is not that violent, just sex on film.”

Porn is not erotica or sex education.

Porn is always about violence and utter degradation done mainly to women and girls. It is sadism done to show the male consumers that all women and girls are nothings but pieces of bodies to be fucked and thrown away.

Porn has no respect for any woman or girl, porn does not have any limits on how far sexual torturing can go on the women and girls.

Porn is a guide to how men can destroy females – and say it all just entertainment.

“But we could make utopian porn – say nice lesbian BDSM, nice story porn, nice porn for veggies/vegans etc etc.”

When I have stopped laughing with bitter tears, I try to say a serious answer to such nonsense.

If you do porn with living women and girls – it will never be nice. If you produce porn of any type there will be a power dynamic, there will be sexual violence, there will be a message that some people can made into dirt for others to get an orgasm.

Your utopia is a hell for the women and girls inside it.

I could go on and on – but in this post, I want to speak to the conditions of being inside porn.

I want to say there is no glamour, no route to stardom or riches, and it can easy to enter and almost impossible to exit.

Porn is poison for the consumer – but the consumer can turn it off.

For the women and girls in porn it is a poison that is dripped into them slow until the poison become their blood, and they cannot remember the time before that infection.

Most women and girls inside mainstream porn comes from backgrounds where they have taught their only purpose in life is to be a sex object that feel no emotion and has no past, and cannot know a future.

That is the porn industry wants women and girls that have lost access to their own humanity and be easy to manipulate.

This may be because they were sexually abused as a child, this may be because they have multiple addictions, this may be because they moved from sadistic prostitution into porn – what matters is that most women and girls inside mainstream porn are the living dead even before the first shot.

It must be know that the porn industry will groomed women and girls into sadistic sex.

They do this by pretending to the woman or girl that she can “choose” that certain sexual acts will not be done to her – but push her into those acts by paying over the odds, by threatening that no-one will hire her unless she pushes herself.

It is normal in mainstream porn for there to serious injuries especially internal ones. It is normal in mainstream porn for women and girls to have long-tern sexual diseases. It is normal to be rapes on a daily basis in mainstream porn. It is normal that any and all known tortures are done to women and girls in mainstream porn.

It is so normal that is re-framed as entertainment, made out it must be the choice of the women and girls to be in it.

So would you choose for yourself to be gang-raped for many hours.

So would you choose for yourself to anally raped as your head is flushed down a toilet.

So would you choose for yourself to have a dick or several dicks forced down your throat to you are sick or faint.

That is a tiny tip of a gigantic iceberg of the normal sadism of mainstream porn.

Would you do that, knowing it will stop and start for the right angle and lighting – pouring more and more pain, confusion and terror into you.

That is porn – would you do it?

No Humans Involved

“No Human Involved” is written down by some American police forces when any prostitute is found murdered. It is a clear statement of contempt,  a clear policy of lock of interest.

It is a clear picture of what is to be prostituted, it is a clear snap-shot of how the prostituted are made sub-human in life and if killed made into nothing.

The rapes, the bashings, the torturing, the mental hate and the endless murders of the prostituted are nothing – can be made invisible or cleared away.

Recently, in England there has been great concern about sexual violence to girls and some women.

There has been the Rochdale case, a typical case of grooming girls and teenage women into prostitution. There has been deep concern over men in the entertainment business sexually abusing non-prostituted teenage women.

What is interesting and depressing for me – is how there is an outrage and widespread media concern when it not associated with prostitution – but is done to “normal/good/innocent” girls.

All sexual abuse done to any teenage girl is wrong and damaging – but why when it is a prostitute is it considered a choice or just part of her job?

The Saville case has silenced any serious debate about how widespread internal trafficking is.

Whilst we look for famous men who sexually abused the non-prostituted, whilst there is outrage and anger at those men, calls to name and shame, questions how it is happening now, whilst this goes prostitution continues as normal.

Where is the outrage that it is normal for famous men from all fields to consume and be sadistic to the prostituted of all ages?

Where is the outrage that the sex trade will and has always made sure all rapes, all torturing and all murders done by these men to the prostituted are covered up?

Speak to any long-term prostitute, especially to those who did so-called high-class prostitution and she could name and shame – all those punters with the power and status to mentally, physically and sexually destroy her.

You may ask – but for so many centuries prostitutes have been taught that no one believes a whore, that the word of a punter or profiteer is more sacred – you may ask, but the prostitute has no choice but to fall into silence.

I will not stay silent and calm, as I see the Rochdale case push aside for dealing with the BBC and “innocent victims”.

I cannot be silent as my heart is breaking.

May I asked do you think there would be an inquiry or even a show of concern if men in the BBC were consuming under-aged prostitutes? I do not, I believe it would have been seen as letting off steam and as boys being boys.

After all, Hollywood and the pop industry has always consumed escorting, used under-aged prostitutes, brought women off the street or the net – and no-one has seriously condemned that.

These men have often consumed the prostituted with extreme sadism, keep the prostitute as their property for months on end, have experimented with sexual torture and making the prostitutes have all hard-core porn put into her living body.

Where is the outrage about that?

None if we decide we like/love the Hollywood or pop star – they can do no wrong.

It cannot be wrong if it is done to the prostituted, for she has chosen her “lifestyle” and so must take the consequences.

No wonder the prostitute is made silent after extreme violence from a famous man/men.

I am too angry to write – this is a start.

How Do You Find Words

I have been under severe trauma for so long. I am lost for words – unable to write, unable to words that fit the sickness or even ease it.

Each time I try to write, to speak or even know the truth – I choke and think I am drowning.

I am not dying, I do want to die – I want and need to express my trauma. But always my trauma silences me by suffocating me.

In this post, I will write through that drowning and choking. I will to and through the pain, grief and exhaustion.

The only way is to just write, not to follow a linear way of thinking, not to censor coz it is too painful and scary. To write, and then watch sports to switch down.

I will try – but sickness surrounds each word I write.

My trauma is a hole that will never be filled – a hole of not remembering, a hole of losing emotions, a hole of missing years, a hole of not knowing how to make human connections.

That hole could be a scream, could be a void, could desire for tears to fill it, could just be a reaching out to know I am human and not endless roles.

My trauma is a silent screaming deep in my stomach.

I am screaming when I appear calm and highly together, I am screaming when I think I am asleep.

I have screamed for so long that even I do not hear it – it has become white noise.

My trauma is a young teenager looking for affection in all the wrong places, a young teenager acting cold and hard whilst she falls for lies of love, a young teenager who thought she know it all only to land in hell and find she know so little.

My trauma cannot make it stop for my young teenager, my trauma is a witness to her pain and confusion but cannot save her.

My trauma sees too clearly what was done to me, see it was never personal, see I was just goods, just a whore interchangeable with any other whore, I was made trash, I was made sub-human.

Trauma shows me this with a clear eye.

With a clear, trauma shows me the punters – there is no room for endless excuses for any man who make the choice to buy the prostituted.

Trauma see clearly – that no man can buy any prostitutes by accident or coz of peer pressure. If he switches on the computer, if he drive a car to an area with street-based prostitutes, if he goes inside a brothel, if he phone for an escort, if goes into a strip club – it is always his choice, and whatever peer or work pressure he is under, all men can and do make the choice not to buy another human.

Trauma see too clearly – that once a punter make the choice to buy the prostitute, he has made the choice to own and control her – he will assume she is goods, so has no human rights.

In this context, it is normal to rape the prostitute, it is normal to copy all hard-core porn into her body, it is normal to do gang-rape, it is normal to choke the prostitute by burying his penis into her mouth, it is normal that torture is practiced into her body and mind.

The prostitute is seen as nothing, so all that is normal.

Trauma taught me so many lessons.

The lesson that all women outside the sex trade are living inside male violence – all have been raped, battered, mentally abused or threaten – but for most it just part of their lives, and for many it just one kind of male violence at the time.

All women and girls are made to live in fear – but trauma taught the extent that prostituted women and girls live in that terror.

All the prostituted – whether high-class escorts or street-based prostitutes – lives with the reality of all forms of male hate and violence coming at them from all angles in any place and any time.

Most women and girls experienced rape or sexual abuse – but most non-prostituted women would be deeply shocked to be raped by more than ten men in their lives, unless they were in a war-zone.

Most prostituted women and girls are raped by hundreds or thousands of men. It is so many it would dangerous to remember how man, it is so many that prostitutes survive by not knowing faces or remembering what happened.

It is rape as routine, rape as the role you are given in life, rape without any sense it could wrong for it is just the way life is.

It is rape that is rarely just simple penetration – it is rape where torture is always waiting for an opening.

It is rarely just one form of torture-rape – men buy prostitutes to push their bodies and minds beyond the limits of human endurance.

I was water-boarded in bath water or the toilet whilst being anally raped.

I was deep-throated whilst I was being strangled.

I was gang-raped so I had no holes left, and was bleeding from parts of my body I did want to know.

I was tortured so much, I do know how often I lost consciousness and how often I could have died.

Death is so normal in prostitution, that most prostitutes act as if it of no importance.

Trauma is unbearable coz all that forgotten grief comes crashing in.

The grief for all the prostitutes who could live or were murdered – grief that they were made sub-human in life, and nothing in death.

Grief for not understanding how and why I stay alive – grief of surviving is so intense and terrifying.

Trauma show what I could know when I was prostituted.

Trauma shows that sex trade profiteers are highly organised – but control the prostituted by giving the appearance of chaos and that it just a small business.

Trauma shows me that I was isolated and making bad decisions – when in reality I was in a trap, and part of a market of men wanting sadistic sex.

Trauma is so exhausting –  I cannot go on.