It is Always the Punters Who Have Real Choice

Ok this post is written from a place of utter disbelief and frustration.

All around me, all around all exited women – there is the constant insistence that we should at least try to understand punters.

We can be angry with them but not to the point of pure fury; we can dislike some of them but always some proviso that we know not all punters are bad; we can say there is violence, only if we also some men were gentlemen.

We must not say that all punters are the same, that they all have the same mind-set and they all have a massive sense of entitlement.

We must always be reasonable, we must be able to listen endlessly to the excuses made for punters.

To be other is to be told we are too emotional, we must hate all men, we are tainted by our individual bad experiences – we do not see or know the full pictures of what makes a punter.

Why not say what you really think – exited women are too dumb or too damaged to know their own realities.

I have enough of being told to be reasonable about punters – when it very rare that punters are ever reasonable to the prostituted.

The most important thing that must be stated over and over and over – it is impossible to be a punter and to be a decent human being.

It is impossible to make the choice to buy the prostituted for no other reason than your selfish sexual kicks and still a good person.

I do not care how gentle you are with the prostitute; I do not care if you just talk or watch; I do not care if you decide it was peer pressure made you buy a prostitute; I do not care if you lonely, ugly or disabled; I do not care that you are on holiday; I do not care you in a stag do; I do not care it is work pressure; I do not care that you say it is an one-off.

There is never a good enough excuse for buying and owning a prostitute.

I bet many punters are ant-slavery, hate the concept of trafficking, despise men who rape or batter the non-prostituted women and girls, and know they are always the good men.

Many punters who do not think twice of poring their porn-dreams into the living bodies of the prostituted – will hate sexual torturing to political prisoners and may even fight to end animal torture.

It cannot be torture with the prostitute – it just buying and consuming of goods.

It must always be known and remembered – the moment any punter make the choice to buy a prostitute, he has firmly in his mind she is goods and her humanity does not exist.

That is why the vast majority of punters are violent – and usually it is extreme violence.

The violence comes from every angle, the violence is highly predictable and without any sense of escape.

The violence is mental, physical, spiritual and sexual – leaving most of prostituted as empty shells.

There is no such thing as a non-violent punter – just sometimes the violence is bearable.

But many of so-called gentle or decent punters eat away at the soul and mind of the prostitute.

Whilst a prostitute know at any time any punter can use extreme violence on her – there can no safe place for any prostitute, there can be no part of the sex trade that can be made safe for any prostitute.

That is why we must stop focusing on the individual choices and experiences of the prostituted – and look deeper at the punters, and force them to take full responsibility for making the prostituted sub-human.

For no man need to buy another human for his sexual greed, or to put in his violent porn fantasies into a living body.

Stop looking for excuses for punters – and stand for the human rights and dignity of the prostituted class.

Stop making punters the invisible men.

Broken Doll

I am mending every day, every moment of every day.

But there was so much broken by prostitution – it has hard to believe I ever be fully mended and whole.

There are too many holes, too many deep scars, too many times I have trauma without knowing the full root of how it came into me.

When a prostitute, I was made into a living doll – a doll that was smashed into a million pieces and then re-molded to appear new again.

When I was prostituted, I was barred from access to being fully human.

I like millions, and throughout all centuries – was made that living doll name the Whore.

The Whore-Doll is not allowed pain, not allowed authentic emotions, not allowed a past or a future.

She has no live outside the eyes of the sex trade profiteers and punters.

All else is darkness and pointless.

To be the Whore-Doll is close down thought, close down access to hope and joy, close down knowing that you have a skin.

I view that time even now with a sense of the surreal.

How can I make real what I had to destroy or make nothing in order to somehow survive?

I tried so many ways.

I tried by comparing to other methods of male violence. I tried but it never seemed to fit the hugeness or the deadness.

I tried saying it was just multiple rapes, rapes on an industrial scale.

But always that felt inadequate, like a language that made no sense to my prostitute’s soul.

I speak in silence to my broken Whore-Doll, speak to her on rape – and see her blank stare.

She has no understanding of the language of rape – rape is what occurs to the non-prostituted, rape is not occurring all the time and in any place.

She cannot know rape as punters and the sex trade make her know it all she is good for, it is her job.

She knows if she said the word rape to outsiders, they see the money, see it a “business exchange”, and see it is her norm – and everyone turns away from the prostitute in the search for a more worthy victim.

Rape is so inadequate for the reality of being the Whore-Doll.

No – forget the language of rape, speak to the language of torture, speak to the language of atrocity, and speak into the language of the genocide of the prostituted class.

Then you may be making a start to open up words and emotions to what it to be the Whore-Doll being constantly broken.

To speak and hear the reality of that world, we must have a language that is visceral, a language that speak directly into our silences and gaps.

We must do less detachment, fewer statistics and academia, less speaking to all “experts” except the real experts – exited women.

We must allow in the visceral, or there can never be real and permanent change that is the building blocks to abolition of the sex trade.

For if it never truly know what it is to in the skin of being inside the prostituted class, we will always be re-inventing the wheel of abolition.

For most centuries, the prostituted class have screamed, spoken out and written that it is torture and genocide.

But always the multiple voices, multiple images, multiple records left by the prostituted class are erased or re-written by the sex trade.

I believe we are at an important time, a time we must and have to grab – a time where slowly, with great courage and determination, exited women are reaching to each other and demanding their multiple voices are not just heard – but that to be given leadership in the abolition movement.

I know this is real – for each day the sex trade lobby and its cronies attack exited women who raise their heads in the public arena.

We must change the course of history by allowing exited women leadership – and not go back to the same old patterns of speaking for, speaking over or erasing their multiple voices.

I fear that many allies are holding back exited women, or making artificial barriers to prevent our leadership.

There is the veneer of listening to exiting women, but only if we speak to the pre-conceived scripts of our allies.

Trafficking language is a classic example of this.

For many exited women, we cannot understand or know the artificial divisions between trafficking and prostitution.

For us, all prostitution has the conditions of trafficking.

No prostitute has true freedom to walk away, no prostitute has access to the language of consent.

Most prostitutes are moved from one aspect of the sex trade to another, whether from country to country or from one street to another street.

Trafficking language is used and abused to say that only some prostitution is “forced”, and all the rest must be freely chosen and so can be ignored.

There is the language that places prostitution along with a continuum of male violence – only to always to leave the prostituted class abandoned as too hard to deal with.

This language is helpful when there is no genocide of the prostituted class – it is helpful when prostitutes are not killed 18 times mores than any other group of women, it is helpful when sexual torture is not the prostitute’s norm.

Then we can speak into theory and academia – but now as you speak and debate and label – there is a massacre going on nearby you.

Everyday, the prostituted lived inside torture, live in the environment of horror and lack of hope – debates do little to stop that blood.

We do not need to debate whether the sex trade is good or not – we need to be saving lives and building a real future for the prostituted class.

Dormant

This week I have been recovering and coming to terms with that I have had a dormant sexual disease for many years.

Of course, it is not the only reason I have very ill a lot and had terrible trauma, it is just one of many things – but this has made my dormant fury rise into my sickness.

I have been celibate for a long time – and I know I got this illness from some bastard punter.

His or their poison planted their sperm into my vagina, anus and throat and walked away.

For punters it is nothing – for them all prostitutes are filthy whores anyhow, so what a disease to such a creature.

I want to write to the hate that I hold back on for it is so huge.

The hate my whore’s heart has for each and every punter that owned me.

I was brought to be their property – I was brought to have no mind of my own, I was brought to speak only their language.

Being brought is to the status of the slave – and it is normal for slaves to silently hate their masters.

I hate your entitlement.

I hate that you did not bother with protection for I was throwaway, so my welfare was of no importance.

If I got pregnant – my “problem” would be aborted and then men like you can carry on raping me.

When I got infections, it was my fault for being a dirty whore and nothing to do with no condom or punters spreading ill-health.

It meant nothing to you that your sperm was polluting me from so long ago to now.

You the punter walk away, go to yet more prostitutes – and think it is nothing but a quick screw.

I hate you for planting your rotten seed in me – and I only hope you have a little of my pain in you.

You punter are just lucky that most prostitutes are not or cannot be as violent as the hate we have for you.

If you truly read our thoughts, you would see you are murdered a thousand times over.

Yes, we may of smiled; yes, we may have made the right sex noises and moves; yes, we did boost your stupid ego.

But that was done on remote – it all meant nothing to us.

Each and every man who make the choice to buy another human for his sexual greed and porn fantasy, is and will be hated by at least one prostitute somewhere.

Most are hated by most prostitutes.

We often detached ourselves by imaging your murders; we imagine your torture; we want and imagine your terror as the whore goes out of control.

Prostitutes learn to be silent about this hate – but in our hearts we know that hate give us some reason to fight to stay alive.

As this dormant infection is being dealt with – I know I will not forget why it is there.

My Body Ain’t No God-Damned Temple

I do not know how to like my body – hell, most of the time I really don’t want to know that I have a body.

I hate the expression – make your body a temple.

Tell how many exited women can do that, with self-harming or turning back to be dead?

You be in the skin and muscles of an exited woman for a week, and tell me how holy your body feels?

If my body is a temple, it is a temple where several male wars have raise it to the ground.

To be inside a temple as an exited woman, is to know you were nothing but a temple whore.

I cannot worship a body which was made to be used by others for their sadistic pleasures.

How to I not hate my body – when jackboots have kick in any concept of hope, when poison has been poured in my every cell?

I need no simplistic answers, just a gentle understanding of the deep fear and hate my body holds for me.

It is a body that holds the unspeakable, and stores them quietly away until I had enough safety and stillness to know what my past really was.

I suppose I don’t hate my body – I just have a deep fear of knowing what is close to unknowable.

How do you know the cold and detach sadism that is prostitution?

How do you know that such ordinary men have such hate and ideas of pain in them wanting for the prostituted?

And how can any body live with the porn-games poured into each and every prostitute?

It is close to impossible to feel one with your body after years of invasion from countless punters.

It is close to impossible to feel one with your body when profiteers have sold it as goods to any sadistic bastard out there.

To survive prostitution, it is wise to not know you have a body.

How do you fully recover from that?

This is a very short post, coz my heart is broken.

Some More Thoughts

How do you find a language that fits my experiences of indoors prostitution? How do I not make just another story? How do I speak into the unspeakable?

That is part of the reason for this blog.

I speak deep into my personal for it is always connected to the  conditions of all the prostituted, whether I knew their lives or not, whether they can name it as oppression or not – my connected to each and every prostituted woman, girl or man is in my silence and all my words.

I will name myself and many of my Sisters as radical exited women.

This is because however we want and try hard to trust anti-trafficking groups, Leftists and feminists – we are continually made to feel and to be sub-human.

These groups do some very good work to end prostitution (well not most Leftists who just change by keeping porn and prostitution – but make it trendy) – but in many they are not radical in their approach to the prostituted.

This mainly comes from not trusting the voices of exited women, so they may use them for their agenda, but reject any independent thinking.

There is a massive fear to go deep into the emotional impact of prostitution – and a lack of understanding that many of the prostituted class have deadened emotions.

We are too calm or we are too emotional – we can not be right, when others are seeking reasons to only hear what they assume we will say.

I tend to be quite cold when I enter into speaking to my truths, I survived by being detached and vicious in my own emotions.

I will cold and detached when I feel or know I am being used as the token exited woman.

I bite down my bile of rage and disappointment that I viewed as an individual, as a story, as an example.

I only an individual with those I love and can trust – but my work is part of a movement.

Each event I choose to explore is common in indoors prostitution – I’m just one in millions of prostituted women oppressed in indoors prostitution.

There is nothing unique about my past – that is why I write this blog – coz now as you read there women everywhere in indoors prostitution in the same conditions, and many many many prostituted women and girls in far worse conditions.

Do not insult me by trying to make my blog into some kind of individual sad story – you do that so you can not see the connections, and not see the mass destruction of the prostituted –  class.

Do not patronise me by saying I write this blog just to get individual “healing” – that is just a way of ignoring that it a political act to write this blog.

This blog is one long testimony to further the abolition movement, it is always the authentic voices of the oppressed that push abolition into a reality.

I do not read the words of freed slaves fighting for abolition as just individual stories – I always each and every slave has a connection to each other, and their words are fiercely political in their demand for true liberation.

So it is with the multiple and varied voices of exited.

We are diverse, in many ways we disagree other many things in life – heck we are just normal multi-faceted women.

But there is a spiritual connection with all the prostituted – and many of us will fight to our deaths for each and every one of our prostituted Sisters.

We do place their lives as our priority – for each and every day we know there is an ongoing genocide of the prostituted class.

We must make it our priority for it is a huge human rights crisis – and we feel each and every day in our skins.

Yes, many exited women are a one issue campaigner – but do not condemn that until you face up to the size of the sex trade and the poison it pours into the world.

See with a clear eye that millions of prostituted women and girls are being tortured in almost every country, and in every moment of the day and night.

See with a clear that it never a “job” – name me any job where rape is the norm, name any job where murders go unnoticed, name another job where pay is stolen, and name a job where being dead inside is the only way survive.

See with a clear eye that prostitution is only made acceptable by making the myth that money equals consent.

See with a clear eye that all your excuses for the existence of prostitution and porn are built with the blood and guts of the prostituted class.

How do justify the sex trade – when women in prostitution are murdered 18 times more than other women, when the vast majority of those murders are kept in-house and made invisible?

How do you justify the sex trade – when women in prostitution come to think of it as paid rape?

How do you justify the sex trade – when torture of the prostituted it is the backbone of the whole industry, and that torture is a rehearsal for all other forms of tortures done to political prisoners and others?

See the sex trade with a clear eye, and it is impossible to justify.

So that why I stay an one-issue campaigner – and if you want to be an abolitionist, please try to be more radical.

On Being an Ally

This post is written in grief and pain, that we have to say this.

It is about making exited women leaders in the abolition movement, and learning to let go enough to be an ally.

I will write from my heart, I shall try to write with some knowledge – but more important, please seek out the many writing by my exited Sisters on being leaders and how others can help.

Exited women from many backgrounds and cultures are asking for this simple justice – that through our experiences, our courage, our steadfastness and our intelligence – we are allowed to have leadership roles in an abolitionist to free all the prostituted class.

In the post, I will write of some of the reasons and some of the justifications/excuses made to prevent exited women being leaders.

To be an ally, is to take second place, but allies are vital to all abolitionist movements.

A good ally is a life-saver; a good ally can more than hear, but listen with clarity and ability to move forward; a good ally can and does the practical work to bring real change; and a good ally knows when to cry, but also know when to laugh alongside exited women.

I love many good allies, they have changed my life, they have held me when death seemed the only answer, they have form or part of amazing groups making real changes for the prostituted, they do not run away when exited women say what makes them uncomfortable.

Most of the women and men that I hold to my heart – meet or on the net – know being a good ally is very powerful and is not lesser.

I am proud of each and every one of them – and my personal list is too long to write down, but know your friendship and utter belief in the leadership of exited women means more than words can ever express.

This post is written for those who cannot imagine that exited women can be made leaders.

This is often in the guise of friendship, but a friendship that keeps the exited woman in the role of a victim, then she will remain controllable.

This will mean when the natural event happens, that the more further the exited woman get from the sex trade, the more strength and power she gains – that she starts to get her own views and desires, that she wants more than being the role of a victim – the less interesting she become to so-called allies.

This happens frequency with anti-trafficking groups and within feminism – they do not like to lose control of their token pet exited woman.

This is very damaging to the abolition movement – for it becomes a way to keep exited women in a sub-human state.

This can and does throw exited women into trauma, for it is repeating what the sex trade did to them.

Using exited women as a token speaker, or using their writings only to prove a point or further your career – is to make exited women either sub-human or into nothing.

How is that different from the sex trade?

Not seeing exited women as multi-faceted, not allowing them to grow even if they grow out of your reach, not seeing their joys and belief in the future – that is to make them sub-human.

Keep the exited woman inside the victim role to keep your control and power – and you give her a clear message –

Once a Whore Always a Whore.

One way of silencing exited women, is to keep it on the personal when she is speaking politics.

This is done to prove that exited women have not got the intelligence to understand leftist or feminist politics. She is too damaged to understand beyond the individual.

This can happen when the exited is making clear connections, is speaking with knowledge of history, knowledge of other cultures and societies, knowledge that all the prostituted class are interconnected over time and space.

That is dismissed by words of it is a story, usually a sad story – that is so it can framed as unique, and therefore no need to fight for real change.

A common variant of keeping it on the individual level is the constant comparing with other forms of male violence, or the constant expression that all females are hurting – so why are the prostituted class so special?

Well this is true – but it is not the point, and is an utter dismissal of the structure of the sex trade and that prostituted are made sub-humans.

We need to speak into the language of a whole class named as the prostituted being made into throwaway goods.

See that, and then know that all violence to the prostituted is never personal – for it is never done to a person, it is done to goods.

View that way, we should not speak in the language of individual hurt feelings, individual fear and pain, individual healing – no we must speak in the language of a mass being oppressed just for being named as the Prostitute.

We need the language of human rights, we need the language of liberation – we must know the language of abolition.

That is a start, and my heart breaks as I wait or allies to be better allies.

It is Not About the Women

Always when prostitution is put into the public arena – the focus is always made to be the choices or non-choices of prostituted women.

The prostitute is made an individual, but at the same time it made into a mass by being into the Other.

In most public debate or inquiry, there is a deep desire to find that prostitution must be chosen, and is relatively safe – for then it can place back into a box and forgotten about.

But prostitution is not and never has been about the prostituted women.

And most important, prostitution is never about the individual prostituted woman. She always is stripped of her individuality and made into goods.

Prostitution is not individual acts of violence done against individual women – it is always a deeply structured and institutionalised violence against a whole class of females named as the prostituted class.

The sex trade has over many centuries made this highly organised structure have the veneer of being chaotic and that most forms of prostitution is disconnected from each other.

The cleverest trick the sex trade ever did id to say it all about the individual prostituted woman’s choices.

In those simple words, the sex trade prevent the Left or liberal feminists looking too deeply into the conditions of the prostituted.

In those simple words, any violence done to the prostituted are made to appear to be her bad choices.

In those simple words, the punters can imagine all prostitutes must be willing even when he see injuries on her, when she cannot speak the language of the country she is in, when the door is guarded.

In those simple words, governments decide to separate trafficking, under-aged prostitution and so-called forced prostitution from freely chosen prostitution.

In those simple words, the sex trade profiteers assure their business run as normal with no interference or regard for the safety of the prostituted class.

The issue is not the prostituted women – it is always has been and will be that there a vast market for the buying and selling of mainly women and girls for male sexual demand.

There was, is and never will a reason for this market – so the sex trade invents and creates a network of lies and propaganda to justify this slavery and oppression.

The greatest myth is the most believed.

That men must always have access to a prostituted class – for men have an insatiable need and urge for sex.

That men’s sexual needs are so urgent that without access to a prostituted class – he will and must rape the non-prostituted women and girls, christ he may even rape a man.

This myth feeds most of the other lies and myths that the sex trade promotes.

There is the concept that men must have a place to pour out all their dark sexual fantasies, that there must a place for men to put sexual violence into women without worrying about consequences – the prostituted class is that place.

There is the idea that some men are so lonely, too ugly, disabled, anti-social or just boring to have sex or create a relationship with non-prostituted women – so throw the prostituted at him, and everything is fine and dandy.

There is perception that posh men can collect and sample many different prostitutes – he can compare and contrast, he will write the great Novel on his experiences, he may be violence or kill her but all in the name of art.

All this to hide the simple fact that there can never be any justification for the buying and selling of the prostituted class.

It is done for male sexual greed, it is done so men can express sexual hate and rage without consequences, and it is done first and foremost to make tons of money for the sex trade.

No honey words of prostituted women’s free choices can hide that.

On-Coming Train

When I was prostituted I could not believe in hope.

Each time I thought I saw a light at the end of the tunnel – I knew it must be an on-coming train.

Hope was ripped out of me – hope is ripped from nearly all the prostituted class.

Hope could not even be dream into.

I learn never to rest long enough to feel I could exist with hope.

This is the true centre of the evil that is the sex trade – that robbing all natural desire to dream, natural desire to seek growth, all striving to reach to hope.

Hope is a word that was poison in my heart.

How can a prostitute have hope without wanting to die?

We have no hope that we can truly recover from our rapes.

We have no time or space for shock, no time or space to feel deep damage – no we hold on waiting for more rapes.

We are not allowed the language of the raped.

We are made into fuck-machines who have no access to pain, no access to horror, no access to self-pride.

We know we are viewed as the provocateurs of rapists – it is made our job to stop their rapes spreading out into real women and girls.

In that all our access to hope is destroyed.

We are made into the unrapable.

We are nothing but objects where all rapists can pour hate, fear and their disgust of females into.

We stopped that violence being made real – for it never can flow into the women who are allowed to be human enough to know hope.

We are raped into death, raped to knowing we have to live outside of our skins.

We lived in the environment of no hope – the environment where torture is so normal and regular that we lose how to feel it.

It more similar to the middle of a concentration camp than any link to rape, any link to domestic violence, any link to reported murders of non-prostituted women and girls.

We live with death.

Death shadowed us, death became our only true friend, death was the full stop we could dream into.

Death was that longed for on-coming train.

Only when a prostitute dies – it becomes nothing as well.

The prostitute is made nothing in life, and if she manages to dies – it is made that she never existed.

How can hope mean anything when even in death, the prostitute is destroyed, even in death she is blamed, even in death she is ridiculed and made into whatever others want her to be.

The prostitute has no existence, only the existence of the male gaze – a gaze that suffocates, strangles and poisons her access to hope.

This is shown all over.

Shown in how when a prostitute is murdered, it is usually unreported or made invisible.

It becomes the only good whore is the dead whore.

When the murder of the prostitute is seen – it is never about her life or that she was a human.

We usually know of the murders of the prostituted coz we are exploring the “madness” of an whore-murderer.

He is made of interest, he is given a name, he is given a background and reason to kill.

He is allowed to be made human.

The females that he has murdered are not given that privilege.

They are just dead whores – made into colourful trash that are makes his crimes sensational, heck into a TV series or trashy film, and many books of true crime.

We remember the murderer – but the dead prostitutes are stripped of more than their lives, they are have their names forgotten, they are made to be thrown away.

We forget to remember the murdered prostitutes – coz to remember them would be to know that they were full humans.

We allowed these murders, allow that prostituted women and girls are 18 times more likely to be murdered than any other group of women and girls.

No wonder the prostituted learn not to dream into hope.

Hope is a luxury for those who allowed full access to be fully human.