Listen up. I'm a prostit-uté.
Yup, I peddle in s-éx and s-éxual expression. I spread my légs for money, too, sometimes. I wear red lipstick and high heels and talk dírty. Sometimes I wrap my body in corsets and leather. Sometimes I wear Converse sneakers and jeans. I run my show the way I want it to be run, and I don't roll over and play fé-minine fantasy mistress.
As a prostit-uté I rarely did kink with my clients, because my clients were kind of nervous about doing kinky stuff with someone who didn't advertise specifically for that. In London I ended up deciding that my ideal was to ditch both idealized models and be a kinky girlfriend experience, allowing me to do what I really liked: a bit of both. My job satisfaction increased dramatically with that assertion of my agency and my refusal to indulge the dichotomy, something that feels safe for other s-éx workers but felt stifling to me. In this
piece I say "pro-domme" and "pro-stituté" interchangeably to embrace all three of my experiences in the profession; of course, other workers' limits vary.
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