Devon Delacroix: Life After ‘Hard Labour’

By Peter Berton

Devon Delacroix is a professional writer, and a sex worker catering to male clients. He is also the retired author of Xtra’s ‘Hard Labour’ column (still available online). 


Hard Labour provides readers with fascinating insights into the real life of a male sex worker, the pantheon of sexual tastes they serve – and some unique adventures that are eye-opening and insightful.                                      

I have long been impressed by Devon Delacroix’s work, and regret the ending of Hard Labour. (There is nothing else quite like it on the web, as far as I know.) So I took a chance and contacted Devon if he would talk with us at NakedTruth.ca … and he did!

Peter Berton: Please tell us a bit about yourself, and why/how you became a male escort.

Devon Delacroix: I’d never really considered entering the sex business before I started. And it wasn’t something I thought would last. As I detail in one of my earliest columns “The Beginning” (https://www.dailyxtra.com/hard-labour-3-65600) I’d already been working as a writer for several years and had finally managed to get to the point where I could make ends meet each month. But in the years since grad school, I’d racked up some credit card debt, mainly when I didn’t have enough cash to buy groceries. I’d found out that a friend of my ex (a forty-something silver-haired daddy) was a part-time escort.

Prior to this, I’d assumed male sex workers all looked like Chippendales, so it wasn’t something I thought I’d be able to do. But I figured if he was doing it, maybe there was space for a scruffy, lanky guy-next-door type like me. I decided to try it for a few months and, to my surprise, I found that I actually liked it. I’ve been at it almost fifteen years now and have no immediate plans to quit.

Peter Berton: How did your ‘Hard Labour’ come to be?

Devon Delacroix: I was already a regular contributor at Xtra (mostly writing arts and entertainment stories). I’d been thinking of writing about sex work for a while, but wasn’t sure what format to follow.

Initially, I was a bit apprehensive about doing first person stories. Would people actually want to read another whore diary?

I approached the editor at the time and asked if he might be interested in a couple of columns on the topic. He was incredibly open-minded and supportive, giving me total freedom to do whatever I wanted, and the format just gradually emerged.

Peter Berton: How did writing this column change you, and what did you learn from doing it?

Devon Delacroix: It was exciting to have the chance to write something more narrative, since nearly all of my previous writing work leaned more towards reportage. I think the big discovery was that there was actually an interest in the subjects I was discussing.

Before I started the column, I’d spent some time scouring the internet, trying to find other guys writing about sex work. With the exception of a few rarely updated blogs, there just wasn’t much else out there, so it seemed like the column was potentially filling a void.

One of the things that’s been interesting is that, in terms of reader responses I’ve received, I’ve never had anyone who identified themselves as an escort approach me about the column. I’m actually kind of curious what other escorts think of it, whether it parallels their experiences in any way, and if it’s inspired any of them to share their own stories.

Peter Berton: What are the misconceptions about being a male escort that you were trying to dispel with your column?

Devon Delacroix: I don’t know that I was trying to dispel misconceptions, as much just share my own experiences.

I definitely had certain ideas of what a “typical” male escort looked like before I started working. But now I know there’s really no such thing. We run the gamut from barely-legal twinks to sixty-something daddy bears. In my case, I think I do break certain escort stereotypes in that I’m pretty well educated (having just completed a second masters degree and preparing to start my PhD) and that I’m the furthest thing from a party boy you can imagine (you’re much more likely to find me in yoga class than a nightclub).

I think maybe the biggest misconception people have about sex work is that they don’t think they know anyone who’s a sex worker. A lot of us are closeted or semi-closeted about our activities, because we don’t necessarily want our friends, relatives, or employers (because many of us have a second career) to know what we’re doing. No matter who you are, I can virtually guarantee that you know someone who’s turned tricks, whether or not they’ve told you.

Peter Berton: How has your perception of your clients changed over the years?

Devon Delacroix: I can’t say that the way I perceive my clients has changed much, though my clients definitely have. When I started out I was in my mid-twenties and nearly all of my clients were significantly older, mid-fifties and up. Now, in my late thirties, I probably have an equal number of clients who are younger than I am, including some guys who are nineteen or twenty.

I would also say that I’ve become a bit sharper over time, more able to judge what people like and which clients to avoid. Part of that may just be sexual maturity. As you have more sex and more sexual partners, you just get better at it.

Peter Berton: Why did you stop writing Hard Labour? And are you still in the business?

Devon Delacroix: After four years, it felt like the right time to step back and make some space for other folks who wanted to share their stories. I’m not sure what my immediate steps are writing-wise, though I’ve received a couple of arts council grants in the last year to work on a book.

I’m still working as an escort with no immediate plan to stop. When I started, I figured I’d do it for a few months to get my Visa bill under control. I decided to stick with it as long as I enjoyed it and I’m still enjoying it. I don’t know if I’ll make it to fifty, but you never know.


About the Author

Winner of the NakedTruth.ca award for Favourite Adult Journalist, Peter Berton has written for Adult Video News, Klixxx, XBIZ, Xtra, and YNOT.com. He likes to interview sex workers to tap into their vast knowledge about human nature, business marketing, work/life balance and succeeding as entrepreneurs.

Jelena Vermilion: Striking the Balance

By Peter Berton

Jelena Vermilion (https://isis-intrepid.com/about) is a sex worker, award-winning adult actress, political activist, and MtF transsexual; and not in that particular order. In fact, it is impossible to decide what comes first, because Jelena fuses all of her qualities into her being, while doing the every best to achieve happiness, personal fulfilment, and social justice for all sex workers.

Chances are you’ve seen or heard her on CBC, dispelling sex worker stereotypes and standing up for the community’s rights:

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/thecurrent/the-current-for-april-18-2018-1.4623673/canadian-sex-worker-says-new-u-s-trafficking-laws-are-a-risk-to-her-safety-1.4624546

https://www.cbc.ca/radio/day6/episode-428-bissonnette-s-sentence-art-forgery-k-pop-at-the-grammys-leolist-human-trafficking-and-more-1.5009885/after-backpage-shutdown-toronto-police-say-leolist-is-emerging-as-a-destination-for-human-trafficking-1.5009917

Peter Berton: When you realized you were trans?

Jelena Vermilion: I’ll start by saying I have never identified as a boy, but rather it took me a long time to identify how I felt as being of a trans female identity. I exhibited gender variance very early on in my adolescence, and I started to articulate this as being a gender anomaly in my mid-teens.

Peter Berton: What your transition has been like?

Jelena Vermilion: I started hormone replacement therapy when I was 17 years of age. First I ordered the medication illicitly online and then spoke with my (former) physician about getting a prescription.

The physical attributes of my transition have been pretty smooth sailing. It is the interpersonal and social consequences of being a loud-and-out trans woman which has had more of a negative effect.

I no longer speak to my father, for example. He disowned me when I disclosed that I have done sex work.

Peter Berton: Why did you get into the adult industry; both escorting and acting?

Jelena Vermilion: I started escorting in 2013 when I became homeless, and I was scouted via my escorting ads, which lead to me accepting employment in the porn industry.

I did well and was well-received, and so I continued on that path (pornography) for as long as it was a viable income source. I got into the adult industry because it is a pragmatic choice among many, and it offers me flexibility that other kinds of employment do not.

Peter Berton: How do you conduct your escort business, to protect yourself and your health?

Jelena Vermilion: I operate very particularly. When a client contacts me, I will respond with an introductory text which explains in summary what I offer, my rates, et cetera. I then would have dialogue with the prospective client in order to determine if we’d be a good fit as far as compatibility of desires are concerned.

After booking a client, I will send him limited information about my location and I will then provide the final details when the client is near (within view) of my residence. I protect myself by using a pseudonym, by disclosing information in a graduated fashion, and by responding to cues from clients which may signal the possibility of a lack of safety. I use my better judgement and leverage my charm to mitigate conflicts.

I have not been a victim of violence in this work, since I started in 2013.

Peter Berton: Please tell us about your political activism.

Jelena Vermilion: I am pretty politically active. I volunteer with transgender youth, I do public speaking engagements explaining barriers to healthcare — and specifically the medication PrEP – for transgender, incarcerated, sex-working, and African/Carribean/Black women populations.

I do direct action labour organizing with the Industrial Workers of the World. I provide consultation to the Ontario TransPulse study main researchers as a sex work expert. I testified in 2018 in a human trafficking case ,which was a constitutional challenge to out current prostitution laws in Canada. This is a handful of what I’m involved with.

Peter Berton: Many trans-attracted clients see trans sex workers as fetish objects to be exploited, rather than people to be respected. How does this affect you?

Jelena Vermilion: I think that often times, trans women are exploited and objectified by trans-attracted men.

It is common to hear about men who lie to trans women in order to access her body, and then he will ghost her or discontinue spending time with her. This can include convincing the woman that he wants a legitimate relationship with her, often leading her to sleep with him as she sees it as an emotional investment rather than a business transaction.

While I will acknowledge that trans-attracted men do face stigma in society, I often observe (and have personally experienced several times) instances where the innate gender power dynamics are exploited by the man in order for him to gain access to her body, no matter how temporary. This is very sad as it makes us as trans women feel and seem disposable as human beings and as prospective partners.

Peter Berton: At the same time, you have to deal with them worrying about ‘being gay’; even though they are the ones seeking their first trans experience! It sounds like a no-win situation.

Jelena Vermilion: As an escort, I am often the one facilitating these exploratory experiences for trans-attracted men. Many of them fear they are gay because they want to go down on me, they may beg me to top them, and/or they want to have anal sex with me.

In one way or another, I represent transgressive pleasures to them. This at times can feel isolating as it can highlight my social subjugation as almost a sort of avatar of a person; as someone who can’t find a legitimate partner of their own. At other times, it can elicit feelings of emotional distress, dysphoria, and resentment within myself. When clients try to coerce me to top them, I feel incredibly uncomfortable, for example.

Peter Berton: And yet you fight on.

Jelena Vermilion: Yes.

One of my favourite quotes comes from by Nicholas Klein: “First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”

For now, I’m not focussed on winning, but living instead. I want a partner of my own, and I think I step closer to my personal goals each day.

About the Author
Winner of the NakedTruth.ca award for Favourite Adult Journalist, Peter Berton has written for Adult Video News, Klixxx, XBIZ, Xtra, and YNOT.com. He likes to interview sex workers to tap into their vast knowledge about human nature, business marketing, work/life balance and succeeding as entrepreneurs.

The 20 Questions Sex Worker Empathy Game

By Annie Temple  

What is it really like to be a sex worker? What kinds of decisions do you make?
The 20 Questions Sex Worker Empathy Game gives everyone an opportunity to walk a mile in the stilettos of sex workers.

This interactive activity is intended to trigger your empathy and common sense when it comes to understanding sex workers’ lives. It can also be a lot of fun.

You may use the game as a thinking exercise, a short writing activity, or a larger project, depending on your needs or the needs of your group.

Alternatively, sex workers can use this activity to refine their business plans and become more focused in their work.

INSTRUCTIONS: Answer each question as if you are a sex worker. You can create a history in your mind, if you like, but for the purposes of this exercise, the only requirement is to answer the following questions from the perspective of being a sex worker.


#1. What kind of sex worker are you? (You may participate in more than one area of the industry. Some sex workers do.)

Possible genres:

  • Escort / Hustler (you go to your clients at their homes, hotels, or other venues) 
  • In-call for an employer* (you work in one steady place of business either alone or with others) 
  • Independent (usually in your own home but you may also do out-call aka escort work) 
  • Massage Parlour Worker (you give seductive massages usually with a “happy ending”) 
  • Stripper / Exotic Dancer (you undress seductively to music on a stage) 
  • VIP Dancer (you undress seductively in private booths at the stripclub for one customer at at time usually) 
  • Dominatrix / Dom** (you dress in black leather and order your slave around; some have sex with their clients but many do not) 
  • Adult film actor (you are paid to have sex on film; some adult film actors only have sex with their real-life partners) 
  • Webcam worker (you talk and behave sexually on live video) 


There are many other areas of the industry that you may choose as well.

*Employers are sometimes referred to as pimps and madames. However, in our industry, pimp is usually used to describe a male engaging in sexual exploitation.

**Known among sex industry workers to often be the choice of lawyers and doctors who want to be dominated into submission once in awhile after wielding all their power at work.



#2. Do you have a theme or cater to fetishes?

Some possible themes to help get you thinking:

  • MILF 
  • Big and Beautiful 
  • Barely Legal 
  • Girl Next Door 
  • Handyman 


Some possible fetishes:

  • Feet 
  • Milkmaid (for breast milk lovers) 
  • BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Domination, Submission) 
  • Adult Baby 
  • Water sports (urinating on your clients) 

#3. What are your boundaries? What are you absolutely unwilling to do in your chosen area? All sex workers have their own boundaries and they are diverse. What one sex worker of the same genre does, another may not. Each individual sets their own boundaries.

The following are some boundaries that sex workers may maintain. By no means are the following boundaries “the norm” although some may be highly practiced by the majority of sex workers.

Striptease Artist / Exotic Dancer

  • No touching or one-way touching only (one-way means the dancer touches the client but the client does not touch the dancer) 
  • No filming of shows 
  • Will not share real name 
  • Will not meet customers outside the strip club 

Escorts / Full Service Sex Workers

  • Condoms required 
  • No anal 
  • No calls from private numbers 
  • No kissing 
  • Some require their clients to shower in advance, and they even wash their clients as part of their service. 

Dominatrix

  • Not full service (sex is not offered) 
  • Will not do urination or fecal fetishes 
  • Requires clients to be tied up at all times 
  • Works out of own dungeon only 

Adult Film

  • No anal 
  • Won’t do rough sex 
  • Reserves the right to turn down sexual partners during filming 
  • Sex on scene with real-life partners only 
  • No sharing of toys without proper cleaning between shots 

There are many more boundaries in each category and many other genre / categories too. These are just a sample to help get you thinking about what you are comfortable with. Sex workers are often asked to cross their boundaries. Having them set firmly in their minds makes it easier to stick to them and avoid regrets later.

#4. Where do you work?
Possibilities:

  • Your own home 
  • Strip club 
  • Massage parlour 
  • Film studio for adult films or webcam 
  • Dungeon (your own or one you rent?) 
  • In-call Location (Brothel) 
  • Out-call (Go to the clients) 

#5. How and where do you find your customers?

Possibilities:

  • Internet chat rooms 
  • Advertising on review boards (websites where customers share reviews about sex workers) 
  • Advertising in adult sections of classifieds 
  • Sitting in the strip club 
  • Through an agent 
  • Through an employer 
  • Through your friends in the industry 
  • Your own website 
  • Street corner 
  • Through social media 

#6. How open about your work are you with family and friends?    Do you tell anyone at all? Do you have family and friends who would still love and accept you, even if they don’t accept what you do? What would happen if your parents found out?

#7. Do you have a square job at the same time?    Are you working both in the sex industry and in a regular occupation that does not carry stigma? For instance, I knew an exotic dancer who traveled and worked as a dancer during the summer and was a teacher at an elementary school during the school year.

#8. What are the laws in your city / country?    How will they affect how you run your business? Is there a way to get around the laws and work legally? If so, how safe is it to work in this way? Would it keep you safer from predators to break the laws and run your business in contradiction to some or all of the laws? Are your customers breaking the law by accessing your services? If so, how do you protect them?

#9. What will you call yourself?    Many sex workers prefer to use a “stage” or “working” name. What would yours be?

#10. What kinds of services will you need to hire others to perform?

Some possibilities:

  • Driver 
  • Take cabs 
  • Security 
  • Book keeper / accountant 
  • Agent 
  • Photographer 
  • Costume designer 
  • Computer technician 
  • Make-up / Hair Artists 

#11. What kinds of equipment and supplies do you need?

Some possibilities:

  • Costumes 
  • Shoes 
  • Boots 
  • Handcuffs 
  • Whip 
  • Music 
  • Blanket 
  • Massage oil 
  • Condoms 
  • Lube 
  • Massage table 
  • Security system 
  • Phone / Internet / Computer 
  • Cosmetics 

#12. How do you protect yourself from predators posing as clients?

Some possibilities:

  • Screen callers 
  • Don’t take calls from private numbers 
  • Assess client and leave if you get a bad feeling 
  • Have a coworker, employer, or friend know where you are and how long you are expected to be there 
  • Check in with someone at the beginning, middle (if needed), and end of a session 
  • Carry pepper spray 
  • Carry a body alarm 
  • Learn self-defense strategies and practices 
  • Learn de-escalation techniques 
  • Ensure private information cannot be obtained through websites and internet providers 
  • Focus on keeping regular, respectful clients 
  • Tie clients up the minute they enter 
  • Share information with other sex workers to warn them about predators, such as the predator’s phone number and description 

#13. Does your significant other support your work in the sex industry?    The money can be really great and many (if not most) sex workers love their jobs. Although they are seen as jobs by sex industry workers; sometimes our partners don’t see it the same way. How does your partner feel about it?

#14. Are you a part of sex worker community groups on social media or through face-to-face get togethers?    Do you engage in sex worker rights rallies and events? Do you send letters to the editor of newspapers standing up for sex worker rights? Are you very private and only secretly meet with other sex workers who you trust not to betray you? Are you completely isolated from other sex industry members? How do you engage with and represent your community of sex industry workers?

#15. What do you do to prevent and deal with burn-out?    Working in the sex industry can be emotionally exhausting as many customers and clients are lonely or have experienced trauma. Many sex workers feel like therapists. The constant need to be “on” is also very tiring.    On top of that, the stigma we face and the fear of being outed or arrested can put a lot of strain on us. Like other workers in stressful jobs, sex workers must learn to cope with an industry that is sometimes very demanding physically and/or emotionally. What are your coping strategies?

Some possibilities:

  • Take frequent breaks 
  • Go on frequent holidays 
  • Meditate 
  • Exercise 
  • Spend time with friends 
  • Go out dancing 
  • Call someone to debrief after a difficult session 
  • Pamper yourself with a shopping trip or a visit to the spa 
  • Eat healthy and take supplements 

#16. Are you willing to travel for work?    Some agents and employers require you to do some travelling, such as exotic dancers working in different cities or escorts with wealthy, traveling clients. You may not be able to travel if you have a side job or business, children or other dependents, health issues that make travel difficult or impossible, school to attend…or other reason. How about you? Are you willing to travel?

#17. Will you take courses or lessons?    Some sex shops offer oral sex lessons. You can purchase pole dance lessons inmost cities. Erotic massage programs will even give you a certificate. Will you take lessons or will you wing it?

#18. What are your strengths?    Do you have a sexy voice? Are you good at building websites? Are you good at conversation or making others feel valued? How can you use your strengths in your work as a sex worker?

#19. What do you charge?    Rates vary depending on location, area of the industry, services offered, and more. Strippers earn anywhere from $50/show to $150 or more on stage. Selling private dances for $40 or more each can be very lucrative too. Many escorts and dommes charge between $100 and $500 / hour. To find out what others in your area of the industry earn might take a little research. If possible, ask another worker what you should be charging in your specialty area.

#20. How much do you want to earn each month from your sex work business? How much will you have to work to earn that?    Figure out a budget. Don’t forget you have overhead costs too: costumes, equipment, supplies, travel costs, etc. Each year, you will need to do self-employment taxes, so you will need to keep all your receipts. Sorry, tampons aren’t covered, even though many women in this industry can’t work without them. But you can write off tanning, make-up, costumes, shoes, music, props, and more. Of course, you can also write off all the stuff square business people write off, like office expenses, gas, car lease, dining out, etc.      You have now come to the end of the 20 Questions Sex Worker Empathy Game!
So, there you have it. Now you know what it’s like to be a sex worker. What do you think? Ask yourself the following questions to measure your empathy following the game.    Do you think you have an idea now what it’s like to walk a mile in a sex worker’s stilettos?

  • Should sex workers’ clients be criminalized? 
  • Should sex workers be required to have licenses (with further requirements that you may not meet?)? 
  • As a sex worker, do you feel it is necessary to be subject to mandatory STI testing or is that a violation of YOUR rights?
  • Would you say that being a sex worker requires creativity, business sense, and organizational skills? 
  • What about customer service skills, phone skills, and conversational skills? 
  • Which parts of the sex industry business would YOU enjoy the most? The travel? The money? The freedom of owning and running your own business? The control over your own work? The ability to go back to school? The ability to be more present for your children?
  • What do you think are the biggest reasons sex industry workers get into this work?

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I would love to have your feedback. How do you feel after playing this game?

To sex industry workers reading this, what is missing? Have the main aspects of sex industry work been covered?

annie@nakedtruth.ca

What About Married Men?

By Hallelujah Annie

A huge elephant in the sex worker’s room, is the married man.

Wives have many perspectives on sex workers.

Some fear we are trying to steal their husbands.

Some consider us to be traitors – having sexual experiences with THEIR men. 

Some view us as sexual helpers, helping to spice things up. Our services are gifts for their husbands’ birthdays.

Others don’t want to know about us, but secretly hope their husbands would “just go to a sex worker,” so they don’t have to perform their wifely duties.

Some are sick or have lost all interest in sex and encourage their husbands to get their needs met through us.

I could go on, but you see what I’m saying. 

Sex Workers are not always viewed as “husband-stealing whores,” but generally speaking, that is how we are stereotyped by mainstream society. 


As a sex worker, I have my own perspective.

I don’t see my work as harming marriages.

The vast majority of my married clients absolutely LOVE their wives.

But they have been in no sex marriages for years!

Years of not being touched! I can’t even imagine. 

Humans need and deserve human connection. And skin-to-skin touch is the Cadillac of human connection.

The men I see who are married are starved for touch.

Often, a naked hug is more profound for them than the happy ending.

Being touched, caressed, teased, held, and treated with tenderness and care – this is what they are missing from their marriages.

Wives learn that if they touch their husbands, sex will be expected. Having little to no sex drive, they stop touching their husbands!

Meanwhile, both partners are now being deprived of intimate touch. It’s a tragedy!

The need for human touch and intimate connection.

Some of the messages I receive from married men are heartbreaking.

“It’s been 3-years now since, through a medical condition, my wife lost all interest in sex.”

“My wife is in a care home with advanced dementia. I help with her care and bath. She has a hard time even knowing who I am. I haven’t been touched in 4 years.”

“I love my wife very much but we have not had sex in approximately 8 years and I don’t expect we will ever have it again.”

These men are not unhappy in their marriages. They do not want to leave their wives or have affairs.

They have the utmost love and respect for their wives and do not want to pressure them for sex.

However, they have a deep and fundamental need to be touched. 

They have come to the conclusion that if they do not seek the services of a sex worker like me, they will probably never be touched again.

I watched a Tedx Talk about this issue, in which the speaker says straight out, “Ladies, have sex with your husbands before someone else does.”

Spread the LOVE!

I believe that sexual intimacy should be available to everyone.

For some, it is available through sex workers like me.

For men in no sex marriages, my services are a solution to staying married.

I don’t have designs on these men. 

I will not phone them in the middle of the night or ask them to leave their wives.

I will not judge them for wanting to be touched but not wanting to hurt the loves of their lives.

I consider my services the same as a therapist, or a nurse. A hairdresser, or a mechanic.

I provide a service that my clients need.

I do not make a judgment call about why they do or don’t need it.

But I have to admit, when a married man is starved for touch, my heart goes out to him.

He would rather be touched by the woman he loves, with whom he has pledged his life.

But circumstances led him to me. 

I am a professional who offers intimacy, connection, and touch.

I can fulfill those needs, so my married clients can go home to their wives with that heavy burden lifted.

They can know that they are still desirable. They can know they are still able to give pleasure. 

They are not in love with me. They don’t contact me between appointments. 

They appreciate me and respect me, and I would say some of us are even friends.

But I do not replace their wives in any way. 


I have been the wife…

I know what it’s like to be a wife with no sex drive.

A few years back when I was very ill and married; I encouraged my husband to seek a sex worker.

I told him I didn’t want to hear or know about it, but that I would not consider it cheating.

I have no idea if he used that opportunity or not. I hope he did.

One thing being a sex worker has taught me is that “no man is an island.” They are human beings who need and desire human connection.

For some women who have lost their sex drive; being cuddled, held, and comforted is enough. 

Men, however, fulfill their intimacy needs through sexual connection.


So…

When people ask me, “But don’t you think it’s wrong for married men to see sex workers?”

My answer is honest and I mean it.

No, I do not think it is wrong.

It’s wrong for a spouse to withhold sex and expect their partner to rarely or never be touched again.

It’s wrong for a spouse to carry on love relationships with two different people, while deceiving one or both.

But it is NOT wrong to be faithful in your heart and soul to your spouse, while also getting your intimacy needs met by a professional.

I see firsthand how important sexual connection is for emotional and mental health.

For that reason, I feel it is an honour and privilege to be fulfilling this need for my clients. xo 


About the Author

Hallelujah Annie is a mature, former exotic dancer who provides discreet, professional sensual massage services in her own space in White Rock, BC.

Why I Support Migrant Sex Workers – A Personal Story

By Susan Davis

(Trigger Warning: physical/sexual assault; fear; poverty; trauma; migration)

Thirty years ago I migrated from Nova Scotia to BC. 

You see, I had worked as an escort in Halifax after working for a catering company, as a hotel chamber maid, as a roofer, and in a health spa. 

I remember making $4 – $5 / hour which was not enough to live on, so I started working massage and escort to cover the bills. 

Escorting was good money until I fell, while going on an outcall, and dislocated my shoulder.

One of my regular customers offered to help me by “fronting” me some LSD to sell so I could pay my bills. 25,000 hits to be exact. 

I managed to sell most of it before a “friend” who was battling addiction reported me to Crime Stoppers for the reward. 

They would pay $2000 in those days for reports resulting in arrest (which was, coincidentally, the price of an ounce of cocaine).

We had been out to see Metallica on their “And Justice for All” Tour. 

Friends were staying at my house for the weekend, so I decided to stay at my boyfriend’s house to create an extra bed for someone to sleep in at my place.

I came home the next morning to see if people wanted to go out for breakfast. 

Everyone was gone….My LSD was gone…the apartment was upside down as if there had been a fight. 

I was so mad. I thought one of my friends had taken it. 

I sat down in my usual spot on the couch to think, and looked down at the table…..RCMP business card….oh crap…..

I called the number on the card and spoke to police who said, “You can either come down here or we will come and get you.”

Oh boy. 

So, I packed my toothbrush and surrendered to police. 

As soon as I arrived, I claimed the drugs and made a statement stating that none of my friends were involved and the drugs were solely my responsibility.

I can tell you my friends were really happy to see me. Some who had been our guests for the weekend were really scared. 

I saw the charges through and was sentenced to 6 months in prison.
 
When I was released from prison, there were still no livable wages and I was facing numerous failing industries, job markets, and general economic collapse in the Maritimes. 

Many of my fellow east coasters left during that time. It was a large migration of people all fleeing economic hardship. 

We all migrated west trying to find ways to create better lives for ourselves, our families, and our communities back home.

My friend and I set out on Highway 1 outside of my hometown, Dartmouth.

Her dad dropped us off and I remember him saying “See you at dinner!” 

He didn’t think we were actually going to hitchhike across Canada. 

It was a long and dangerous journey. Over 6100 kilometers. 

I remember that one of the first rides we got was from a guy who was returning to Ontario to face a murder charge. He was nice enough but needless to say, we had our guards up. 

He took us all the way to Toronto, where we got stuck for a week living in shelters and trying to work on street.

It was brutal, we did not know the town or where sex workers were working. We got into a taxi and asked the driver to take us where the sex workers were. 

He dropped us off on the “low-track” where clients proceeded to offer me $10 – $20 dollars for service. 

My friend was acting as security as I got into cars with clients and tried to make some money for us to eat and find a room. 

We met a rock n’ roller type guy who generously offered to let us stay at his place in Kensington Market. 

We didn’t know before going there that there was a garbage strike on in Toronto and that Kensington was a large fresh produce market. 

I remember cockroaches and rotting vegetables all over the streets. 

Shop owners were simply throwing food waste into the middle of the street where cars and trucks were driving over it turning it into mulch.

It was a heat wave and as anyone will tell you about summer in Toronto, so humid it was almost unbearable. The smell….I will never forget the smell….

It wasn’t the best night of sleep as the man who offered us a place to stay expected sex in return for his charity. 

I had to watch my friend provide service to this man almost the entire night. So much for his good will and us getting some rest. We knew we couldn’t stay there again.

The next day we went to welfare and applied for emergency checks. We also secured beds in emergency shelter so we wouldn’t have the same problems we had had the night before. 

While we waited for the money to come through, we decided we would go to the beach on Lake Ontario. 

We needed to bathe and clean ourselves up, so coming from the “City of Lakes,” we immediately thought this would be a good idea. There are 110 lakes in my home town.

Well, we had no idea the state of Lake Ontario. 

There was nothing alive in the lake. I mean nothing. Small pieces of algae floating sporadically…that’s it. 

We noticed that there was also a smell in the air but ignored it and jumped into the water. It was cool and we felt refreshed.

We realized after leaving that we could still smell something. What was the smell? Where was it coming from? 

It was us! I smelled like the lake for 3 days even after showering in the emergency shelter!

After six weeks of travel, we finally made it across the Prairies, the Rocky Mountains, and arrived in Vancouver.

We only knew two people in Vancouver. Once again, sex was expected and sleep ever elusive. 

We had to move out if we were going to get some rest.

We first went to welfare and once again applied for emergency money. I then went out to work on the street and once again asked a cab driver to take me to where the sex workers were. 

He took me to downtown Vancouver, Richards and Nelson Streets. 

I could see other sex workers, they were dressed up beautifully. Wigs, stilettos, some in bikinis. 

I picked a corner which had no one standing on it and began to meet clients. 

It was good pay, $100 to $300 dollars depending on the kind of service.

Some of the clients were asking me if I was trans. I was a bit confused….then I realized I was standing in the wrong section of the stroll! 

I moved over and was immediately greeted by another sex worker. She was friendly and wanted me to meet her “man.” 

She told me we could share him. She said she would be the “wife” and I could be the “wife in law.” 

I had been involved with some pimps in my home town but now that I was in Vancouver I felt nervous about this, so I decided to change strolls to avoid interactions with them.

The next night I went to the “mid-track” located on Quebec Street and Main Street between 7th Ave and 2nd Ave. 

There were sex workers living in a hotel there called the “City Centre.” My friend and I also took a room there. 

It was convenient for clients we picked up on the street and we finally had a safe space for sleeping. 

The room cost $60 a night, which, if you think about it, was highway robbery. 

The hotel owners knew we were all desperate in one way or another and the rooms were actually our homes. $1800.00 / month in 1990 for one room.

The police would come periodically and “sweep” the hotel, knocking on everyone’s doors and asking for ID. 

They kicked people out who had too many in one room or who did not have ID. 

I had lost everything including my ID when I had to leave my possessions hidden in a bush while I visited a client in his car. 

Another client felt bad for me and used his ID to book a room for me to live in. 

When the police came to once again sweep the hotel, the room was not in my name. 

I had no ID, so I was kicked out and forced to walk the street til morning when I could find a place to sleep in a park during the day. 

I washed my hair and bathed in a Burger King bathroom so I could go back to work at night. 

I found paid lockers at the Main Street Train Station so the few remaining possessions I had were safe at least while I worked.

During this time I met other sex workers and learned about their pimp families. 

I operated as a “renegade” and stayed under the radar of the pimps for a while by buying beers and smoking joints with the workers who had pimps.

Eventually I was caught by the pimp family known as “North Preston’s Finest” and was moved into a townhouse complex where they had two houses. 

Ads in the Buy and Sell newspaper and the Burnaby News were a new way to contact clients and so the clients began visiting us in the houses.

I witnessed terrible pimp violence against my friends. 

I remember the pimps surrounding a woman who had tried to flee and cutting her hair off in front of the rest of us as a warning. 

She was allowed to shower and go to sleep in the house where I lived and I was tasked with preventing her escape. I was told that I would be held responsible if she was to get away. 

She came down in the middle of the night with her possessions and was trying to leave. I begged her not to. I begged her to wait until they took us out to the street to work the next evening. 

She stayed. She stayed and protected me from repercussions at the hands of the pimps.

I remember my friend getting angry at her pimp and him beating her with an iron fire poker in front of us. 

I remember another friend being punched so hard by her pimp in the face that it knocked her right out of her shoes and her wig. She was unconscious for at least 10 minutes but never went to the hospital.

I started using hard drugs to cope with all of the violence I was experiencing and witnessing. I used crack and heroine. 

At first I smoked but eventually began intravenous use…a reflection I believe of the self harm I was experiencing as a result of the PTSD which I was accumulating.

It was also during this time when I met “he who shall not be named and who is responsible for the case of the missing women.” 

I jumped into the car with him after my friend said she did not want to go with him. I looked back and she looked scared. 

He took me to the spot I frequently used to visit clients in cars. 

He asked me if I had change for $100 bill and as I was looking in my boot for the money he ambushed me. He assaulted and raped me. 

He was delusional in a way, he offered to drive me back to the corner as if everything was normal. 

I took my chance and dove out of the car being careful to memorize the license plate.

I tried to report him on three separate occasions to no avail. 

The police were not interested in violence against sex workers. 

They told us that if we didn’t want to get raped, we should not come there to work.

Then, I escaped my pimp. 

He found me working on street, caught me and beat me. He hit me so hard in the face I fell over a fence backwards. 

I got away that night but now had to fear him finding me again.

Then a kind of miracle occurred. 

I had met an outlaw biker as a client during my time with the pimps. He had become my regular. 

We would go out together riding his bike, going to parties and shows. He was an amazing man and made me feel safe.

When he went to the pimp house to see me and I wasn’t there, he left. He then returned with another man. 

This man had a notebook and gun. They demanded to know where I was. 

When the pimps didn’t know, they demanded to know any place I might go. 

They then went to every place I had ever taken the biker and questioned people there in the same way they had questioned the pimps. 

They eventually found me and confirmed that I was alright only after scaring the shit out of the pimps and almost everyone I knew.

This had a lasting impact. 

No pimp ever messed with me again and my new Vancouver friends were careful in how they dealt with me. 

This man, this biker….had saved my life…for no reason…for no money…simply because he liked me. 

I am still friends with him now.

There is so much of this time which I have not included here. So many friends I lost to murder, overdose and disease. 

Violence was a daily occurrence. People were always ready to take advantage of us. The police were not interested in helping us. The community wanted to get rid of us.

I believe it is because of these experiences I can empathize with international migrant sex workers. 

Arriving in a place where you don’t know anyone and don’t know how the sex industry works locally. Being far removed from your family and support systems. 

Having no one to trust and not speaking the language. Facing exploitation at every turn.

I know the kind of courage it takes to migrate.

When I wake up everyday I remember. I may be poor. I may struggle to get ahead…. but I am a long way from where I was when I arrived in this city. 

I have built networks and friendships and a life here so far from my home. 

I have been incredibly lucky.

I remain steadfast in my support of migrant sex workers and ending the vulnerabilities they face when they come here. 

There can be friction between migrant and locally born sex workers over many things. 

We need to remember the challenges migrants face and their strength to endure it and even thrive.

We need to support each other, where ever we are from. 

We are all sex workers. 

Together we can make our lives safer. 

We need to do better, for all of our sake’s.


About the Author 

Susan is a 32 year sex working veteran and 16 years sex workers rights advocate. She has worked with government and police towards safer communities for sex working people. 

She has appeared in the media over 400 times and has given evidence or testified to 2 Supreme Court cases, the Commission of Inquiry on missing and murdered women, the City of Vancouver Task Force and the Parliamentary Sub Committee on prostitution.

She continues to work towards safety and equality for sex workers in Canada via complaints to the office of the commissioner of lobbyists and has submitted many briefs to government committees working on these issues.

As an extension of her “flesh trade work,” Susan also owns a small meat market with her partner in Vancouver where she continues to work as a sex worker upstairs where she lives.

Calabria Meat Market has been a 7 year passion for Susan and she enjoys supporting small local growers and promoting sustainable food security.

The Client Who Was Ashamed of His Scars

By Kerry Porth  

Sometimes I had new clients who would call a few times before they would actually book a date.    This was common with newbies and clients who had had bad experiences in the past – usually they had been rejected at the door for reasons of race or physical appearance or they had been robbed.    Often, these calls would make me nervous too as I was worried that they were trying to get a sense of my safety precautions in order to rob or do harm to me.    But sometimes, I was completely surprised when I ultimately learned the real reason why they were taking their time to check me out before booking a visit.

One occasion really sticks out in my mind, and, more than 10 years later, my experience with this client continues to have a profound impact on me.

He was a young man I’ll call James. The first time he called, he told me right away that he just wanted to chat about my services and that he wouldn’t be booking me right away. These types of calls often annoyed me as they would ask increasingly more detailed questions about what services I offered as their breathing became faster and louder – in short, they were utter time-wasters!

But James didn’t sound like that. I could tell immediately that he was very nervous as his voice was shaking and he wanted to know whether I had worked with clients who were physically disfigured before.    To be honest, this was the first time I had been asked this question and I gently asked what the nature of his disfigurement was. He explained that he had severe scars from burns and skin grafts that covered 40% of his body.    The physical appearance of my clients had never presented a problem for me before so I told him that what actually matters to me is how my clients treat me and that they are happy with my services. James told me he would call me back the following week once his payday came and would book an appointment then.

He called back three weeks later and provided more context about his fears. He had been rejected by a sex worker and girls he was dating in the past even when he explained about his scars. I’ll be honest and say that the fact that he’d been previously rejected by a sex worker did cause me a bit of concern as I thought that his disfigurement must be fairly extreme.    But, by this time, we had spent about 30 minutes talking during our two calls and he sounded very sweet. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings and encouraged him to come and see me and promised that no matter what, I wouldn’t reject him. James still wasn’t ready to book me but called 3 days later and set up a date for that evening.

James arrived at my apartment and I was pleasantly surprised to open the door to a nice looking young man of 26. He wore a crisp dress shirt and chinos and the only mark I could see on him was what I recognized as a skin graft on his neck that disappeared under the collar of his shirt.    I offered him a drink and he asked for water and we sat on my couch to chat. I asked him what he did for a living and we made small-talk about his job. I could see that he was very nervous still. When he made eye contact, he immediately looked away and blushed which I found completely adorable. Eventually I suggested we go to the bedroom.

Once there, I moved close to him and started to unbutton his shirt at which point he suddenly stiffened and asked if we could turn the lights out. I explained that I could dim them quite low but that I was not comfortable with full darkness for my own safety. I again assured him that he should relax and try not to worry about his body, that I would take things slow and that he could stop me at any time. Eventually, I took his shirt off.

Starting at his neck, the burn scars and skin grafts covered his shoulder and upper arm to his elbow, most of one side of his chest and all the way down across one thigh and buttock. He stared at the floor while I undressed him and started to shake. The whole time I softly told him to relax, that it would be okay.

Eventually, we were sitting naked on the bed and I could see that there were tears in his eyes. My heart ached for him. I held his hands in mine and asked him to tell me how he had been burned.    He quietly told me that when he was 14 years old, his family home caught fire. He and his parents made it out but once on the front lawn, he realized that his 7 year old sister wasn’t with them and his parents were too overcome by smoke inhalation to go back in the house. He ran back in to save his sister by lowering her out her window to their father. Her bedroom curtains caught fire and wrapped around him as he struggled to get out the window. By this time, there were tears in my eyes.

I had no idea what those scars would feel like under my hands and against my body but I was determined to touch this young man and was surprised to find that the skin grafts and scars were velvety soft and slightly rippled.

There was nothing disgusting or revolting about them at all. He was an inexperienced lover and it was over in a very short time but I broke my own rules about not kissing my clients on the mouth because I found the experience so sweet.

He continued to see me every few weeks for about 18 months. During that time he told me about dating situations where young women had reacted in terrible ways to the sight of his scars, even though he had told them why he had them. I wanted to find those girls and slap them. I encouraged him to keep trying – that one day he would find the right woman.

And then one day he did. He showed up at my door and explained that, while he would still pay me, he simply wanted to come see me one last time to say goodbye and to say thank you for, as he put it, giving him his confidence back. For convincing him that he wasn’t disgusting or disfigured.    While I was sorry that I wouldn’t be seeing him any more – I had grown quite fond of him, you see – I was happy that he had found a woman who loved him for the hero he was, scars and all.

About the Author

Kerry Porth was born in Vancouver and completed an undergraduate degree at SFU in 1986. After years working in university administration, Kerry worked in the sex trade for four years leaving her with a lasting passion for improving the human rights of sex workers. After exiting the sex trade in 2004 and embarking on recovery from substance dependence, Kerry was the Executive Director for PACE (Providing Alternatives, Counselling & Education) Society in Vancouver’s down town east side from 2006 to 2012. A passionate human rights activist, Kerry is a well-respected educator who regularly lectures at colleges and universities about the sex trade. Currently, Kerry currently works as a community developer with Living in Community, a project that addresses issues related to sex work in Vancouver and is lead researcher on an SFU project on sex work governance. She is also the chair of the board for Pivot Legal Society.

Sex Work in the Age of Consent

By Carmen Shakti 

One of the most painful things that I have to deal with as a sex worker is the ridiculous notion that sex workers don’t have the right to say no or set limits on sexual activity. This idea has been around for a long time (hello patriarchy!) and is by no means limited to sex working women, but sex workers do tend to be the ones that bear the brunt of this terrifying assumption.

When I was contemplating entering the sex industry in my twenties after leaving an abusive first marriage, I was viscerally aware of both the fact that I would be at greater risk of sexual violence, even murder, on account of my profession. Not only that, but I would face greater barriers to justice than a non-sex-working woman reporting a violent crime. Choosing between poverty and increased risk of violence is an impossible choice, but it is one that people make every day. It’s the choice I made when I first started escorting.

Entering the sex industry was, for the most part, a positive decision for me personally. I loved the freedom that came with the money. As someone who had worked in primarily low-wage, low-job-security jobs before becoming an escort, it was a revelation to earn a good living. I still remember how good it felt to walk into that art supply store after my first couple weeks working at an agency and paying cash for an easel, a pack of canvas, and a set of quality brushes. I finally had money to spend to nurture my creativity. I will always feel proud of myself for clawing my way out of poverty and investing in myself. And it felt good to be good at my job. Although I was, at times, a good waitress, I never felt like a great waitress. When I started escorting, I got so much positive feedback from clients that I had no doubt in my mind I was good at my job.

In 2017, a client I had seen before decided to rape me. The experience was agonizingly painful. Afterwards, I struggled in many ways. I am healing, but I continue to struggle as well. The rape was extremely traumatic and left me with PTSD. My life, which had been going really well, became a nightmare roller coaster of panic attacks, flashbacks, numbness, and chronic pain. I was furious. This man felt free to violate my clearly stated boundaries because he has been taught by the greater culture that women who do sex work don’t deserve to set boundaries. Or perhaps he’s just a violent misogynist who would treat any woman that way. Whatever the case may be, he chose to prioritize his desire to get his own way in bed over my right to decide what happens to my own body.

This is an important human rights issue, but it’s one that doesn’t get enough attention. Even within the #MeToo movement, you see people saying that sex workers don’t get to have their me too moment because our work renders us incapable of being sexually violated. Comments like this are extremely disheartening to me. They suggest that I, on account of my profession, am not fully human. That I don’t experience the consequences of sexual assault because I have a lot of sex, or something.

I assure you, sexual violence is every bit as devastating to the mind, body and spirits of sex workers as it is to anyone else. It could even be argued that it impacts us more greatly, as we perform erotic labor, and as freelancers, we can’t always take time off when we need it.

Before the assault, I was able to perform erotic labour with ease and often enjoyment. After, navigating PTSD and not wanting to be touched while trying to keep the business that I’d built afloat, was so difficult.

I chose to make a police report, and this case is currently making its way through the Canadian legal system (I refuse to call it a justice system until I see evidence that it actually serves the interests of the most vulnerable members of our society). I have to be mindful not to write anything specific to the case until after the trial in December. I can, however, discuss how the rape has impacted my life, and call for better treatment for sex workers.

Abuse thrives in the shadows. The laws that put sex workers outside the protections of the law make us easier targets for violent abusers. I can tell you right now that we are not punching bags for misogynists. It is not fair or lawful to expect anyone to endure the torture of rape on the job; however, we are expected to bear that burden in silence. There has been a culture of silence and tacit tolerance towards sexual misconduct, sexual assault and rape, for far too long. I refuse to bear it any longer. No one should have to choose between being sexually violated or going hungry. No one should have their consensual sexual expression used to justify sexual violence against them. These are basic human rights that should be obvious. The fact that they are not obvious to enough people is why the MeToo movement is needed. Just remember: Sex workers deserve to have our human rights respected as much as anyone else. Our lives matter. Our safety matters. Our health and well-being matters. Full stop.

Ten Reasons Sex Workers Are Great Parents

By Annie Temple   Before I had kids of my own, I noticed something about my colleagues kids. And not just other strippers, but my friends in the escort business too. By and large, their kids were kind, considerate, helpful, and seemed to be incredibly well-adjusted as teenagers.

Up till that point, I believed that all teenagers were a headache to their parents. Teens and strife went hand-in-hand. No parent could avoid the dreaded teen years. They were a fact of life.

Apparently, I was wrong. In front of my face, were several examples of chill teens raised by sex industry workers.

Was there a correlation? How did this happen?

Social wisdom would have us believe that sex industry workers are terrible parents who routinely jeopardize their childrens’ safety by bringing “perverts” around, leaving them to raise themselves, and setting an example of depravity.

Social wisdom is INCORRECT.

Children of sex workers that I know are more likely to be level-headed, socially aware, critical thinkers. Rather than putting their parents through a lot of grief, they are strong allies of their parents. Gutsy, confident, young people who speak their minds and care about others.

I was impressed. I made it a hobby to notice similarities in parenting styles among the parents of these stellar teens. I asked myself, what about their environment? How and why would their environment differ from a typical square parented home?

As a youth, I was far from chill. I fought daily with my mother, felt depressed and alone a lot of the time, and made bad decisions around boys and money. I wanted to learn how my colleagues had raised their kids so I could apply their techniques when I raised children of my own, in hopes that my kids wouldn’t have the same experiences I had.

I am happy to report that the following tricks are tried and true. I’ve built my parenting styles around the ones listed below and my kids are as chill as you can get.

In Real-Time: Whore Stigma and Motherhood

Ironically, while I was writing this article, I posted this Facebook status (seen below) and experienced the same stigma I am trying to dispel.

A few hours after posting, while I made dinner for my family, my 15-year-old daughter appeared in the kitchen. “Check your Facebook, Mom,” she said. “I hope you’re not mad but I told off someone on your page because she insulted you.”   The woman who “insulted me” posted this:

My daughter, upon seeing the above post, jumped to my defense providing a perfect example of how a sex industry worker (me) has raised a confident, socially-aware teen who defends rather than attacks her mom. I couldn’t be more proud. Here is my daughter’s response:

The proof is in the pudding. The following ten reasons sex industry workers are great parents could be said of parents with square jobs too. However, I rarely see square parents using these techniques.

Any parent can follow these tips to build better relationships with their children. Certainly, not all sex industry workers are terrific parents, but most of them truly are. And for good reason, as you will see below.

Ten Reasons Sex Workers Are Great Parents

#10. We have more money.  

Like everyone who works, sex industry workers do it for the money. The money isn’t always great but it’s better than most of us would earn at other jobs. And sometimes it truly is great.

Because we are self-employed, we can choose to work more when needed to pay for extra curricular activities, financially support our kids passions, keep them in food and clothes, and manage extra costs as they crop up for field trips, bus passes, and other typical costs.

Single parents who rely on social assistance live in the worst kind of poverty you can imagine. Social assistance does not cover the most minimal, essential requirements – such as healthy food and weather-appropriate clothing.

Similarly, working a full-time job at $25/hour, after paying for childcare, travel costs (transit, parking, gas, car insurance), and other work-related costs such as business-wear is equivalent to being on social assistance…except that you don’t get to raise your own kids.

The financial rewards of sex work are appreciated by all members of the family.

#9. We have more time.

Because we make more money in less hours, we have more time for our kids. Time that other parents spend catching up on housework or winding down from work, we can spend helping with homework, playing games, going shopping, and otherwise being present in our children’s lives.

Being self-employed also allows us to schedule work around our kids needs. For instance, we can choose to work only when the kids are at school, or we can work nights while our spouses work days eliminating the need for childcare.

If our kids have special needs, we can work around their appointments. We can choose to work during a time that would be least stressful for our children. For instance, we could make sure we’re home every night to put our kids to bed or make sure we’re home every morning to see our kids off to school.

Sex worker parents have the gift of more time with their kids.

#8. We respect boundaries.

If there’s one thing that sex workers know about, it’s boundaries. A distinct part of our work is knowing our boundaries and enforcing them.

We have to set our price, lay down the rules of engagement, explicitly state our guidelines, and penalize those who attempt to cross our boundaries.

Because our work is sexualized, the crossing of boundaries can get very personal depending on the infraction. 

Sex industry work sensitizes us to the importance of self-determination. We demand our right to provide sexual services, while also demanding our right to set boundaries.

We also recognize that boundaries differ from person to person.   Our children are persons. They also have boundaries, whether they are physical, verbal, or mental. They have a right to privacy. They have a right to stand up for themselves.

In fact, as sex industry workers who are also parents, we most definitely have taught our children to advocate for themselves.   

It’s a wonderful skill we acquire, to set and respect boundaries, and we want to make good and damn sure our children are also skilled at standing up for their rights.

#7. We are compassionate and non-judgmental.  

Of course we are! We know firsthand what it is like to be stigmatized, criminalized, and discriminated against.

For sex industry workers, stigma is a fact of life. Even so, it still astonishes me after spending a lot of time among colleagues to be faced with standard social dogma.   

It’s easy to forget we are looked down upon so intensely when we’ve been among our people.

I shouldn’t be surprised when stigma slaps me in the face again and again. Yet, I am surprised. Every time.    Why am I surprised? Because I am a whole lot of things…really great, wonderful things.

I am the same as everyone else except for what I do for work and some of the cultural traits that go along with it (like speaking my  mind).   

Being the subject of deeply entrenched stigma and discrimination enables us to recognize it when it’s directed at others.

When most parents simply jump on the judgmental bandwagon, sex industry workers often do the opposite. We are more likely to express concern for the person who is being judged. We might even defend them.  

What we are teaching our children in these moments is that we shouldn’t make assumptions or generalizations. Too many false assumptions and generalizations have been made about us. We don’t want to fall into the same judgmental patterns that have hurt us.  

Through our example and our defense of others who may be deemed “deviant,” our children learn that it is not their place to judge. And when it comes down to it, they know that we won’t judge them either.

#6. We set an entrepreneurial example.

One of the most common personality traits among sex industry workers is the entrepreneurial spirit.

Having an entrepreneurial spirit means being a self-driven, risk-taking, resourceful, creative, business owner.  

I find there are two kinds of workers in our world. People who are happier in a secure job with a dependable paycheque and people who prefer to work for themselves.

Sex industry workers, for the most part, prefer to work for ourselves. Otherwise, we might not have gotten into the industry in the first place.  

I dare say that most sex industry workers aren’t very good with authority figures. (Or maybe that’s just me.) 

I have a desire to create my own destiny. Putting up with condescending, controlling, or otherwise micro-managing managers is not part of the destiny I want to create.  

You might think that a parent who sets the example of going to a good job day-in and day-out who receives a dependable paycheque and says things like “In the real world, you just have to work with horrible people sometimes, so get used to it,” is a better role model for children than I am.   

But I disagree. I believe that having such a defeatist attitude limits your child. In my adult life, I have not had to just “get used to” working with horrible people. Hell no! If I am working with horrible people, I am finding another job or dumping that person as a client or doing whatever I have to do to stop working with horrible people.  

We all tell our kids, “you can do anything you want to do.” Telling them they have no choice in certain matters, like putting up with horrible co-workers, is sending mixed messages.

Conversely, setting an entrepreneurial example inspires children to shoot for the stars.   

When our children become adults and run into a financial crisis, they won’t cry in their beers while they look for new jobs. Our children will build their own businesses while they look for new jobs. The new jobs might even be turned down if their businesses are thriving.  

I’m not saying a dependable job isn’t a wonderful thing, and I know many sex industry workers who’ve found their places in rewarding square jobs post retirement (myself included).  

I’m saying that entrepreneurs live the philosophy of building your dreams, which is a wonderful example for children to have. And sex workers are entrepreneurs.

#5. We have a different definition of success.

When most people think of success, they think of prestige, financial wealth, and political power. But sex workers know that success is not measured by how high you are on the social ladder.   

After all, sex workers are “lower classed” citizens by most social standards due to stigma and criminalization. But we are living a life we have created for ourselves – one that makes us happy.   

In the sex industry, we may have really hit the big-time. We might even meet some of those more square ideals of success among our own people.  

The thing is, we had to piss a lot of people off to get here. It’s not fun having your parents disown you or your best friend break up with you.

Being a sex worker opens us up to a lot of criticism from our loved ones on top of all the discrimination we experience from strangers.  

Many people wouldn’t be able to go against their families.

Unsurprisingly, most sex workers don’t tell their parents what they do for a living. But they still do it. Amidst the fabrications and double-life, sex industry workers still choose this work.   

So why do we choose it?   

I will tell you why we choose it. It is because our definition of success is “happiness.”

Oh sure, sex work is a job and I promise it’s not always fun and wonderful. But what we get out of our work is what makes us happy.    

Having learned from experience that sometimes you need to break from the “road most travelled” to find happiness, we are much more likely to support our children in their pursuits.

We are not under the illusion that you must graduate from highschool and earn a university degree to be successful. Most of us have those degrees yet did not find success through them.  

No, success is not about academics or sports. It is about an individual’s passions, interests, and talents.   

If stripping was the best job I ever had and I went against everyone to do it, then who am I to stand in the way of my child’s happiness when he chooses something I don’t approve of?    

Sex workers know this to be true: You don’t have to be accepted to be happy. But it’s nice to be accepted too. (Just ask our kids.)

#4. We can laugh at life’s little blips.

Shit happens. If I became devastated by every little blip I experienced in the sex industry – like the time I went on stage without doing a cookie check to learn later that I had a massive piece of toilet paper stuck to my crotch (and how it glowed brightly under black lights) or the time I banged my head on a speaker – I would have to hide away for an eternity.  

Sex work is intimate. It is personal. Ass zits and cellulite are there for the world to see when you’re on stage.

Every sex worker I know has stories of “life’s little blips” when things didn’t go according to plan. Invariably, they are the funniest stories we have and we can only share them with each other because square folks just don’t get it.

First, they don’t know how we can stand being naked in front of other people, then they don’t know how we can laugh off our most human moments, which cannot be avoided when working in the sex industry.  

But laugh them off we can. And we do.   Sex workers know that you’ve got to be able to laugh at yourself. My first time up on stage, no one showed me how to shave… And the rest is herstory, very funny herstory.  

So, when our kids hit those inevitable bumps in the road, we can teach them how to deal with devastation…or we could laugh it off as one of “life’s little blips.”   

When choosing between taking things too seriously or too lightly, go with lightly. It will bring more laughter into your life. Your children’s laughter. A most beautiful sound, I know.

#3. We tell it like it is.

If you want something sugar-coated, don’t ask a sex industry worker. We are recipients of brutal honesty and we give it as good as we get it.  

A sex industry worker will tell you if your clothes make you look fat. A sex industry worker will tell you if you have something in your teeth, or toilet paper stuck to your shoe, or sequins missing on your underwear.  

Want an honest opinion? Ask a sex industry worker.   

I actually think this is one of the reasons men see sex workers. It must be refreshing to know exactly what a person is thinking because we tell you straight out.   

We will tell you straight out that we did not invite you to sit down and you’d better move along before we do something about it. We will also tell you straight out how to be a good lover, that is, if you’ve asked and we feel moved to share it with you.  

Our candid way of speaking doesn’t end at “the strip club doors” (or other sex industry workspace). It is a part of our culture, and I think that most of us were this way before we even got into the industry. It takes an open kind of person to do this work.  

Consequently, when it comes to our children, we are likewise candid.

There’s no beating around the bush. The penis goes into the vagina but the outer part is the labia; other girls only call you a slut because they’re jealous; and don’t sit in front of that computer too long or you’ll get pudgy and pale.  

My kids appreciate the direct approach. They don’t always want me to talk so openly about sex. But too bad for them! “Sex” is not a dirty word. I repeated the word “sex” until I’d undone the conditioning my kids received in our sexually repressed society.

The result is that my children ask me questions I would never have asked my parents.

They share their ups and downs with me, never fearing that I will judge or criticize them. This is the relationship I wanted to build and being a sex industry worker prepared me for it.  

Whatever the values of individual sex workers, you can be sure they’ve passed them onto their children. We tell them what’s up, and in return, they tell us what’s up. The fun part is when we are getting schooled by them.

#2. We are excellent communicators. 

Not only are we charismatic, endearing, and incredible conversationalists, but we are also very good at getting our message across. Only sex workers can tell a person to “go fuck yourself” in such a way that the person feels honoured as he walks away.

Our communication abilities don’t get left at work. We bring them home. We use our skills to make our kids feel listened to, valued, and understood while also “getting” why we cannot always give them what they want.

We are also very good at de-escalating conflict. Part of being great at communication is recognizing subtle changes in a person’s body language or tone of voice. Being aware of moments of sensitivity enables us to “talk them down” and avoid potential blowouts with co-workers and clients. Likewise with our children.

Being in the sex work business makes no subject taboo. Kids learn pretty quickly what they can and can’t talk about around their parents. If their parents are sex workers, they learn that there is nothing they can’t talk about around their parents.

Knowing that anything goes conversation-wise gives kids permission to talk about whatever pops into their heads. When we talk to our kids about the things that are on their minds, we offer them context. They will refer to this context when faced with applicable situations in the future.

Finally, being a sex worker and having either imagined or experienced explaining what we do for a living to our parents, we know what it’s like to fear the telling of it. When our children come to us with “unpleasant” news, we do not freak out. We don’t want them to fear talking to us. Our kids know they can talk to us about anything.

Communication is key in any relationship and sex workers kick ass at communicating.

#1. We give unconditional love.  

If you’ve ever been rejected by a parent, you know what unconditional love really is.

One thing it is not is rejection.  

Sex workers I’ve talked to about this agree with me that they would never want their child to feel the way we felt when our parents rejected us for becoming sex workers.  

I knew my mom would be upset but I held onto a memory from childhood when my mother told me that she would love me forever no matter what. Even if I was a murderer? I asked. “I would visit you every day in jail,” she replied.  

Apparently being a murderer is better than being a sex industry worker.

When my mom learned I was a stripper, she yelled at me, cried at me, accused me of doing it to hurt her, threw in my face the most painful moments of my life, and finished with, “I don’t know you anymore.”  

And that was that. She didn’t know me anymore. She didn’t call. She didn’t visit.

She would speak civilly to me when I called her, but she made no effort to keep me in her life. If I was going to  run a business that she didn’t approve of, then I was as good as dead to her. Worse, because she would have mourned me had I died.  

That was not a little blip in my life. I was devastated. Almost 20 years later, I can still conjure up those old feelings of betrayal.  

My mother and I reconciled and now she says she is proud of my sex industry activism, but the pain will never truly go away. I will never truly trust my mother’s love ever again.  

I knew when I became pregnant with my first child that my number one priority would be to make sure she never felt rejected by me in her life. Never. No matter what.  

Because you know what? People make mistakes. And sometimes those mistakes aren’t even mistakes, they are just perceived as mistakes by those doing the judging.

Becoming a stripper was not a mistake for me. My life has been positively enriched by the experiences I’ve had and people I’ve met in the sex industry. Some are friendships that will last a lifetime.  

I’m not perfect. Although stripping was not a mistake, I do make mistakes. My children have said to me in moments of despair, “I feel like you don’t love me.”   

Those words are like pushing a button in my soul. I want my children to know without a doubt that my love is unconditional.   

Those words light a fire under my ass to give my love more abundantly, apologize for actions that would make them feel that way, and remind them that my feelings for them will never change. No matter what they do in life. Murderer or stripper.  

Sex industry workers have learned what unconditional love is.

It is love that embraces you even when you’ve let your loved ones down. It is love that lets you know that you can choose your own path, make your own mistakes, and shake the very foundations on which your relationship is built – and it will still be there, strong as ever, embracing and accepting you.  

Conclusion  

I’ve probably missed some other fabulous reasons why sex industry workers are great parents and I hope you will share your thoughts in the comments below. But mainly, I want to leave you with this:  

The whore stigma that casts sex industry workers as bad parents is an intensely false and deeply damaging stigma that impacts sex industry workers and their children to their detriment.   

We know there is much to be feared by others knowing what we do.

Abusive spouses win custody cases. Narrow-minded parents cancel playdates. Children are apprehended by social services. And all for the simple reason that our work involves nudity and for some of us, touching.  

Nurses’ jobs involve nudity and touching, but they are not assumed because of their jobs to be bad parents.

Some people would never know what it’s like to be touched if it wasn’t for sex industry workers.

Some people would not be able to feed their children if not for sex industry jobs.  

So you see…Sex work is work. Our business is your pleasure. We want rights, not rescue. And all the other slogans we’ve created to educate the masses.   

And I’d like to add one more because #BeingASexWorkerTaughtMe that…  

Sex industry workers make GREAT PARENTS.

(I can provide references, but they’re under-age.)

“Trauma Bonds” – A Weapon to Deny Agency to Sex Workers

By Jody Paterson

As someone who stands alongside adult sex workers and allies across Canada in the fight for rights, respect and a safe work environment for people in the sex industry, I’m vehemently opposed to human trafficking.Nobody of any age or nationality should ever be forced, coerced, beaten or exploited into doing any work they don’t want to do.

But that said, the Ontario government’s recent news release about the $72 million it will invest in anti-trafficking measures raised a whole lot of red flags for me.    With so much emotion and so few facts around trafficking in Canada, I read between the lines of that news release and see nothing but more police efforts targeting non-trafficked people in the sex industry.

It hasn’t always been like this. Canadians used to understand that adults who choose to sell sexual services aren’t necessarily being trafficked, and that it’s important to make the distinction.    Presumably the Ontario taxpayers putting up $72 million of their hard-earned income expect to see that money spent on preventing and prosecuting actual cases of trafficking, not on targeting adults who choose to work in the sex industry.

But things changed in recent years after the influential anti-sexwork movement seized on the concept of trafficking as a means to force governments to take action against consensual sex work.    Things got even muddier when police departments started counting crimes of living off the avails of prostitution as “trafficking-related,” boosting what scant statistics exist as a way to make a public case for funding anti-trafficking initiatives.

Using much rhetoric and scant evidence, the anti-sexwork movement has produced countless reports, web sites and “fact” sheets that essentially position sex trafficking and sex work as the same thing.    And never mind if sex workers say otherwise. “Victims” are presumed to be so controlled by whoever is trafficking them that their consent counts for nothing.

In fact, I felt a little traumatized myself to read the phrase “trauma bonds” in that news release from the Ontario government. It’s important that Canadians understand what a term like that signals to sex workers. This was one paragraph that really stirred up the red flags for me:

“In many cases of trafficking for the purposes of sexual exploitation,” writes the Ontario government, “trafficked persons may develop ‘trauma bonds’ with their traffickers, and may not view themselves as victims. As such, human trafficking is believed to be a vastly underreported crime.”

On the surface, the paragraph is vague enough to be true. But when it’s put out there with no evidence or statistics to back it up, it’s also vague enough to justify just about any action by the state if it can somehow be construed as necessary to stop trafficking – which in turn has become broad enough in its definition to single out adult sex work for much more police attention.

Think about what that means for sex workers, who not only have a very tense relationship with police at the best of times because of the way their work is viewed, but in many instances count police among those who have traumatized and abused them.    Think about what it means for a whole class of workers to be denied agency just like that, deemed so deluded by their trauma that their actual, lived experiences of working in the sex industry mean nothing.

Trauma bonding is a term coined 20 or so years ago by U.S. self-help author Patrick Carnes to describe exploitive relationships. Like the Stockholm syndrome, it gets used to explain why some people continue staying with an abusive spouse, bad boss, incestuous family member and so on, even when they’re being harmed by the toxic relationship.

Such situations exist, of course. But what the anti-sex work movement has done is usurp these terms as a way of shutting sex workers out of any public discussion around their own industry if they don’t like the direction of the conversation. “Too traumatized to be listened to, and the poor things don’t even know it.”How convenient.

The discussions around trafficking are deliberately emotional, not factual. I really had to work hard to find any clear information when I was looking for the facts around trafficking in Canada for this piece. The best stats turned out to be in the latest U.S. Department of State’s country-by-country report (2015).

That report tells us that in 2014, Canadian police charged 121 people with some kind of trafficking offence, and 22 sex traffickers were convicted that same year. (And here’s something noteworthy: Of those 22 convictions, only eight actually went under trafficking laws. The other 14 were sex-work crimes, which have apparently now been rolled into “trafficking” statistics.)

If there’s a crisis of human trafficking in Canada, you’d never know it by the statistics. Both the trafficking-related charges and convictions in 2014 were less than in 2013. Just to put things in perspective, police reported 1.8 million crimes in Canada in 2014, of which trafficking accounted for .0004 per cent.

Some think we should be following the lead of the U.S. in giving trafficking the profile it deserves. But consider the U.S. stats in that same report: 208 federal human trafficking prosecutions between fiscal year October 2013- 2014, and 335 people charged. That’s out of 11.2 million arrests that year.

So when the Ontario government says it has 65 per cent of Canada’s trafficking cases, we should remember they’re talking about 40 offenders, and even then the majority are just the normal sex-work statistics around people convicted of living off the avails.

Yes, any case of trafficking is too many. But what we’re hearing these days is people making a case for why the adult sex industry ought to be considered trafficking.    We are witnessing an active campaign to ignore the recommendations of the highest court in the land, and to affirm through further criminalization and emotional hyperbole that an entire class of Canadian worker must be denied human, civil and work rights so that the good and righteous can continue to hate what they do for a living.

Activities of the adult sex industry are being redefined as trafficking. Safe escort agencies are closing down and people are working alone more, because the laws prevent them from working together.    Pressured by their clients, who since 2014 have newly been declared criminals, workers are seeking out even more discreet work places, increasing their vulnerability.

Is this really what we wanted? Have we spent all these years anguishing about Robert Pickton and the Highway of Tears and Canada’s thousands of missing aboriginal women, only to walk straight into this emotional, uninformed and harmful campaign to deny sex workers even more rights, self-determination and inclusion?

Does it mean nothing that that Amnesty International, the World Health Organization and the United Nations have all endorsed decriminalizing the adult sex industry? Do we think we know better?    We shed crocodile tears for all the “victims” and then set about making life even worse for sex workers. The hypocrisy sickens me.

I want to stress again that I stand united with Canadians against human trafficking. But I’ve been fortunate enough to walk alongside sex workers for 20 years now, and denying basic human rights and work safety to them is no way to do that.    Let’s go root out trafficking where it’s actually happening, and end this punitive, moralizing practice of trying to silence and harm the very people we’ve supposedly set out to help.

Jody Paterson is a former journalist and communications strategist in Victoria, B.C., and a past executive director of a non-profit run by and for people with experience in sex work, Peers Victoria.

Sources:

U.S. Department of State 2014 report on Canada and U.S.:
http://www.state.gov/documents/organization/243558.pdf

2011 Library of Parliament report on trafficking in Canada, with 2015 update:
http://www.lop.parl.gc.ca/content/lop/researchpublications/2011-59-e.pdf

Canadian police statistics:
http://www.statcan.gc.ca/pub/85-002-x/2015001/article/14211/hl-fs-eng.htm

U.S. police statistics:
https://www.fbi.gov/news/stories/2015/september/latest-crime-stats-released/latest-crime-stats-released

The Palermo Project and Canada Ten Years On – Tamara O’Doherty
http://icclr.law.ubc.ca/sites/icclr.law.ubc.ca/files/publications/pdfs/Palermo%20Project%20Key%20Findings%20Report%2015%20October%202015%20with%20copyright-2.pdf

Trauma bonds:
http://www.markmeans.com/clientimages/36010/sexaddictionfiles/csattraumabondscourse.pdf

Federal Ministry of Public Safety trafficking information:
http://www.publicsafety.gc.ca/cnt/rsrcs/pblctns/ntnl-ctn-pln-cmbt/index-eng.aspx

Province of Ontario news release and anti-trafficking initiative:
https://news.ontario.ca/owd/en/2016/06/ontario-taking-steps-to-end-human-trafficking.html

Further Reading:

Sex Work vs. Trafficking: Understanding the Difference
http://www.alternet.org/story/84987/sex_work_vs._trafficking%3A_understanding_the_difference

The Truth About Trafficking
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2012/oct/24/truth-about-trafficking-sexual-exploitation

Sex Work is Not Trafficking
http://www.nswp.org/sites/nswp.org/files/SW%20is%20Not%20Trafficking.pdf

Dirty Tricks: Is The Anti-Prostitution Lobby Inflating Sex-Traffic Statistics?
http://thewalrus.ca/dirty-tricks/

Sex Work and Trafficking: A Donor-Activist Dialogue on Rights and Funding
https://www.opensocietyfoundations.org/sites/default/files/dndreport_2009.pdf


About the Author

Jody Paterson is a writer, editor and communications strategist with 27 years of experience writing for and managing B.C. daily newspapers. She currently does communications work in Canada and Central America for non-profits whose efforts centre around social justice, whether for sex workers, people with disabilities, children with complex health needs, or women farmers in Nicaragua.

Jody is a past executive director of the grassroots sex worker support organization Peers Victoria, in Victoria, B.C. She continues to work with and support Peers Victoria on a number of fronts, including as a representative for Peers on the Canadian Alliance for Sex Work Law Reform.

What Is A SWERF?

By Annie TempleSWERF stands for Sex Worker Exclusionary Radical Feminist. You know her. She calls herself a feminist and her life work revolves around eliminating sex work jobs.    She thinks men should all be ashamed for being men (naturally visual beings).    The name explains itself, but it is interesting to note that the SWERF mentality IS slowly dying like causes steeped in hatred usually do.   

How To Identify If You Are a SWERF

  Perhaps you are wondering if YOU are a SWERF. Perhaps you hang around with people in the rescue industry, or you have a good friend who has been saying a lot of things about “prostituted women” lately.    Perhaps you have been CALLED a SWERF and you’re wondering if it is true, and you really are a SWERF. Well, I’m here to tell you how to identify if you are, indeed, a SWERF.     You are a SWERF if you call yourself a “feminist” AND you:

  • Say that all sex workers are victims.
  • Insist on calling sex workers “prostituted women” even though sex workers have asked you not to
  • Refuse to call sex workers “sex workers.”
  • Ignore the fact that men and transgender people are sex workers too.
  • Consider men to be oppressing women when they pay for adult consensual sex.
  • Blame female sex workers who serve male clients for “perpetuating rape.” In other words, “slut shaming.” In other words, misrepresenting consensual sex between heterosexual adults as rape.
  • Hate women who show their bodies to men (especially for money).
  • Hate women who were born with male genitalia (You are also known as TERF – Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminist).
  • Think that women who work in sex work have no agency, cannot think for themselves, nor speak for themselves.
  • Think that women who work in sex work are weak and oppressed despite that many sex workers cite feeling empowered and having control in their work as top reasons for choosing sex work.
  • Have a job in which your income depends upon fundraising dollars and grant applications based on fudged figures and junk science that you use to paint sex workers as trafficking victims in need of rescue. (You work in the *Rescue Industry.*)
  • Oppress (silence / ignore / demean / deny agency to) women in the name of feminism.
  • Think that you do not do any of the things above, but you still consider sex work to be paid rape and you champion the cause to eliminate sex work, even if it means sex workers are eliminated in the process. (My apologies to non-SWERFs for being so blunt, but I get a bit angry on this subject.)

After reading the above list, if you realize that you are indeed a SWERF, here is what I suggest.

Go to a mirror. Look at yourself. Take a good, long look. Point into the mirror so that you are pointing straight at yourself and sing (to this tune): “STOP in the name of love. Before you stay a SWERF. Think it o-o-over. Think it o-o-over.”(Full lyrics at the bottom of this post.)  

The above exercise will: a) bring joy and love into your life; b) help you to lighten up a little (you don’t have to be a militant man-destroyer all the time); and c) allow you to use that brilliant mind of yours to recognize that there is a very good reason for the phrase “Nothing about us without us.

You are ethically obliged to let sex workers determine what they need and get it for themselves.   Once you realize this, you will begin your transformation from SWERF to ally.

Send me an email and ask me how you can be an ally of sex workers. I will tell you straight up, concrete ways that respect the agency and dignity of sex workers how you can help increase health and safety in the sex industry.    It’s not rocket science. We have the knowledge and the science to back it.

We can teach you what you need to know. But first you gotta resign from the SWERF camp.  

Your SWERF friends might suddenly reject you and everything you stand for. If that happens, you will know from experience how their hate oppresses people. Fortunately, your conscience will be clear because you will no longer be one of the oppressors.    

“Stop! In The Name Of Love”
(Before you stay a SWERF)

Lady, Lady
I’m aware of where you go
Holding protest signs outside my door
I watch you walk down the street
Chanting that I am a piece of meat
But this time before you plug your ears
Leaving me silenced and hurt
(Think it over) Haven’t you now learned the truth?
(Think it over) I don’t need to speak through you.

Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Think it over
Think it over

You say you stand
For human rights
So why do you
Ignore my voice?
I’m not trying to steal your boyfriend
I just want to pay my mortgage
But this time before you spout the lies
And use your governmental ties
(Think it over) I know what is best for me.
(Think it over) Why don’t you go save the bees?

Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Think it over
Think it over

I’ve tried so hard, hard to be patient
Hoping you’d stop this exploitation
Religious right and you are together
Don’t be an oppressive fool forever

Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF
Stop! In the name of love
Before you stay a SWERF

Lady, think it over
Think it over, lady
Ooh, think it over lady…

What do you think? Did I cover all things SWERF? What am I missing? Please share your comments below. 

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