Another advice for girls and young women: love and sex is supposed to be fun, happy and make your life better. If it’s not, if it’s making you miserable, if it’s making you love yourself less, if it’s making you doubt yourself, and if you feel like you have to sacrifice yourself or put up with things you don’t want to, you are absolutely entitled to throw it out from your life. In fact, you should, because your life is so, so valuable and you have the right to be happy. Being a girl does not mean having to accept misery and pain, even if that’s what we’re often taught. You are allowed to decide what comes into your life. Let it be happy and beautiful.
The way sex workers as sort of amorphous collective concept are raised up as meat shields to justify sex consumers’ sentiments is so grotesque.
If you’ve never worked yourself, and I mean worked as in actually hooked, full-body, face-to-face—if you, personally, in a penetrative-intercoursing sense, never needed to rely on getting fucked by random reprobates in order to remain alive, close your facehole and stop typing. You are in all probability incapable of producing a single viable notion on sexual exploitation. Your (alleged) liberatory ideologies can never stand in place of lived experience. When next you feel inclined to trot out “sex workers” (casual nude-sellers and streetwalkers, All-One!) to justify your repulsive ideas, donate money to a woman in need in exchange for fuck all. Or die, honestly. Your choice.
