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I am always amazed, and deeply saddened, at how the male-led Left fights for human rights and liberation from Capitalism – but has a blind spot when it comes to the sex trade.
But why am I so surprised, for it was the Left that give us Hustler, it is the Left that tells porn is liberating and fun, it is the Left that pushes for prostitution to be framed as sex work, it is the Left that claims prostitution is safe “enough” if it is placed indoors, it is the Left that silencing exited women, it is the Left that lies that abolition is prohibition and some kind of moral crusade instead a radical political movement.
I could on and on and on about how the Left joins with the sex trade lobby to block the abolitionist movement.
The classic blocking method is to claim we must have the sex trade in the name of Freedom of Speech.
This makes no sense – especially when it appears the only people who the Left grant Freedom of Speech are those who gain and/profit from the status quo of the sex trade.
That is the Left are on the side of the oppressor, on the side of the worst capitalistic system ever known.
There is a claim that images of porn should never be banned in the Leftist god Freedom of Speech.
This is nonsense, images are not words, therefore they are not speech.
This concept only works if the viewer or producer of porn stubbornly refuses to see that real harm is being done to real people.
This is done by the Left inventing hate-language to say that women (mainly) inside are not fully human, or the so-called sex is just fake.
This is bullshit, especially with the most common form of porn – free porn on the net.
Consumers of porn want real sex, want real pain, want real degradation – they want porn that grinds women into the dirt.
Consumers of porn will not buy or consume porn that they see is fake – fake porn makes no profit.
But still the Left speak these words of porn – plastic women, only acting, cartoon sex, no harm done.
The Left wants to consume porn – but not have the guilt of knowing that it is real torture, real sexual diseases, real suicides, real rape, real murders that is the life-blood of what they are viewing.
There is no Freedom of Speech for the women inside porn – only penises force down their throats stopping all expression or right to be seen as human.
The Left frames prostitution as sexual liberation, the Whore as the model-rebel.
The Left places the Whore as a goddess, whilst claiming to hate all religions.
The Left called the prostituted sexual outlaws, without asking what we named ourselves or even if we have a right to have a voice they cannot owned.
For the Left speak over the prostituted, speaks through the prostituted, speaks down to the prostituted – never giving the prostituted space and time to speak our own words.
The Leftist male want to own the prostituted, want to claim the prostituted and then use them as any other profiteer/punter would.
This is shown by the Left demand that prostitution be re-framed sex work and placed indoors – with unions, with harm reduction and all others ways the Left can control and speak for the prostituted.
There is no striving for freedom for the prostituted, no place for the voices of the prostituted to be heard – this is no liberation, it just a prison.
But why would the male-lead Left help or even listen to the prostituted – when they can create their own systems of prostitution – and say it is ethical, it is about free choice for the prostituted, it is the utopia that Left-wing men wank over.
For in this fantasy, it is only Right-wing punters/profiteers who are the problem, causing violence and degradation – and the heroic Left is there to protect the prostituted.
It is a fantasy which is killing the prostituted class each and every hour of each and every day in almost the whole world.
For these Leftist dreams fueled the sex tourism market, are behind legislation of the sex trade in Germany with no laws preventing violence and hate, are behind the division of trafficking and prostitution to hide most violence.
The Left are punters, the Left are managers in prostitution, the Left do produce porn, the Left creates most of the propaganda that makes the sex trade appears just adult fun.
Remember Larry Flynt likes to say he is Left-wing hero – giving porn to working-class men, fighting for Freedom of Speech.
His hero-label cover ups the racism, women-hating, encouragement of child rape in some kind of fight for freedom and sexual liberation.
It is his language that feeds all the Left when is claims that supporting the sex trade is to build a road to sexual liberation.
That road is made of the terror, the raped bodies, the trauma that will go without full justice, the tortures that are carried in our dreams and each cell of every prostituted body.
If you step on that road without hearing our screaming, our racking grief, our fury that you block out all sound – then you are no freedom fighter, or have any understanding of true liberation.
No, you blood-socked and without any human emotion.
I write a lot about language, because language forms how others view prostitution, the prostituted and abolition.
I believe we do not need to change language, just learn to be clearer about how we use or abuse words. In this post, I will write to a few common phrases and words we should not use if we demand abolition.
The first is prohibition.
Prohibition is about the banning of inanimate goods. To speak the language of prohibition, is to say that the prostituted class are not human, but sexual goods.
Prohibition keeps all the prostituted as sub-human – without futures, without dreams, without pasts, without feelings or emotions.
To speak the language of prohibition is to deny that the prostituted deserves human rights, access to full dignity, and to know that crimes are committed against the prostituted.
For to speak the words of prohibition, is to state that all the prostituted are not human enough for violence and crime to affect them.
We must speak to the language of abolition, with no fear or censorship.
Abolition is the language of liberation and giving back full dignity to oppressed humans.
Abolition is lead and informed by those who know the insides of that oppression, which is why it is vital that our abolition movement against the sex trade is lead and deeply informed by those who are exited.
Abolition is a movement that purpose is bring about full human rights for all the oppressed, it is a movement that challenges and confronts those who hold the power.
That is why the Nordic Approach is a vital first step to abolition, for it challenges and confronts the demand and supply of prostitution, and provides holistic exiting projects for the prostituted.
This is a wonderful start to the regaining of basic human rights and dignity for the prostituted class, it a start not an end in itself.
Abolition is the language of knowing freedom is not gained without knowing it is a long-haul, and often a very painful and grief filled road to that freedom.
Abolition is a movement that is built on learning from the past, built on learning from other freedom movements, built on the heart and the brain.
To be an abolitionist is to know and see clearly the pain, the confusion and grief that underpins the reasons to fight so hard.
We must mark and celebrate all the moments or events where we see freedom coming.
We must celebrate each and every we hear of or know that the prostituted are able to exit – whether as an individual or as a group.
We must celebrate each and every time, we speak out and know that we have made others re-think how they view the sex trade.
We must celebrate as governments start to go towards the Nordic Approach.
We must celebrated each and every exited activist for their deep courage and ability to speak truth to power.
The next word is choice.
I believe the concept of choice, especially free choice, has little or no relevance to what it to be prostituted.
Instead, the language of choice is used to poison all debate, and silence the way to abolition.
To be prostituted, is have the choice whether to smash your head against a wall or to take an overdose.
There are no choices inside the sex trade that are not restricted, or out of the individual prostituted person’s control.
If there is choice, then place it where it belongs – all choice inside the sex trade is held by those who hold the power, i.e. the sex trade profiteers and consumers.
When you prostituted, it is common to survive by believing that you must have free choice, and with choice hold the power and control.
This is a lie, that is placed by the sex trade profiteers and consumers, to emotionally control the prostituted.
To have the false belief that prostitution can be freely chosen and somehow remain within the control of an individual prostitute – is to make invisible the structure of the sex trade that is founded on the degradation and throwing away of all the prostituted.
We should look at what is meant by choice when we speak to or for the prostituted.
Choice is used to freeze the prostituted into a short moment in time, a moment where there appears to be control, appears to be some form of power for the prostitute, appears to look like freedom.
The language of choice for the prostituted excludes all mention of a past, all suggestions of a future beyond the sex trade, all connections to being human.
The language of choice becomes a prison for the prostituted.
I say lets study and focus on the choices of mainly men who make the demand and supply for the prostituted.
If you want to study free choice, it is these men that have that entitlement.
To be prostituted, is to know how limited choices can be made.
It is to know that there is no why as an individual prostitute, you can know or have any control over when, how or where a punter will make the choice to rape you, beat you up, or decide to murder you.
It is to know you have no control or way to have an opinion, when a sex trade profiteer makes the choice to move you to another of the sex trade, to another city, to another country, or just to place you with more sadist punters for yet more profit.
That a small part of the reality of being prostituted that is keep firmly hidden by the language of choice.
This just a short post – but I hope you think, and can add more words to be vanished from the abolition movement.
I have thought i must try to write – so I put on disco and see where I will go.
I have been carrying words round my head, words that eat at my heart.
I have been carrying memories that no-one should know or even imagine.
Words and memories are what makes me a determined abolitionist.
I have looking at the sex trade lobby, and it make thinks of human with masks.
These people come from my background, the background of the privileged, the background of the entitled, the white middle-class background.
I can understand too much about the sex trade lobby, especially when they enter academia or the world of business.
It was a world I was born into – academia, the arts, business – all worlds that considered themselves above the plebs below, a world where empathy is destroyed, a world built on ice and blood-letting of anyone who not their class.
I am sickened to be part of that world, and fighting for abolition is one way of me giving back to the oppressed by my class.
But I do not do self-flagellation, for that class is just what I was born, and I can change myself to be more than my background.
My class did nothing for the many prostituted women and girls who were destroyed by the sex trade – no, my class has for many centuries been the drive, demand and supplier of the sex trade.
My class turn its back as it own women and girls were sold, move around, fuck by endless men and tossed into the gutter.
My class wrote books, poems, made films and paintings, made TV programmes all to make the sex trade glamorous and with absolutely no violence.
My class is the entitled punter who collects the prostituted as he torture her to near-death.
My class can and will murder the prostituted – with the full knowledge that his money and privilege will mean the body will disappear, and it cannot be murder if it a non-crime.
My class is the backbone of everything that is destroying the prostituted class.
I will speak into certain types of punter, academics, sex trade profiteers to show my class. Show the wound that is a worm in my heart.
I was owned by middle-class men who never said words like -
They were all pimps, but they had the appearance of any old businessman, they were detached from their reality.
They were clean, never doing any the dirty business of punishing the prostituted – that just happened as their eyes were firmly closed.
It was just a business – as the move round prostituted women and girls, as with each move the prostitute is broken down.
A business that turns women and girls who had dreams, futures and loves into living dead sexual goods.
That is my class – the class with blood on its hands.
Then comes the rallying cry of academia – the posh voice of the sex trade lobby.
I was brought with academia, I lived in an university city, academia was my norm.
I know academics have the power to manipulate ideas and ways of seeing the world – for they also have the privilege of money and access to power.
I see the sex trade lobby using academic words – making lies into facts.
I see the sex trade lobby infiltrating universities, publishers, the media and government – all the building block of communication in my class.
My class have promoted porn as just jolly safe fun. My class promotes the unionisation of indoors prostitution. My class paint romantic images of brothels and escorting. My class writes on how stripping is empowering for the women.
My class is speaking the propaganda of an industry where the prostituted dies about 40 times more than other women and girls of same age and background.
An industry where the majority of the prostituted cannot exit, for many are too ill, or have trauma to ever truly leave. And cannot exit coz they have died from violent means – suicide or murder.
An industry where it is wonderful to still be alive when you are 28.
This is what academia is saying is just a job, which we should not look too deeply into.
Finally, punters are often from my class – the punters who are entitled, the punters who owned the prostituted.
These are the punters who love the dirty thrill of fucking a whore who had been used by tons of other punters – but then hate the prostitute for being so cheap to give herself to any punter.
These are punters who make their brief fucking into some kind art, punters who collect the prostituted like pinned butterflies.
These are punters who use their money and privilege to time and privacy to be as sadist as he wants to the prostituted – knowing he will use his power to get off scotch-free.
I had these entitled bastards in every cell of my body, they are my nightmares, my push to abolition.
I have that class, I still am – but I can also help rot out the corruption from the inside.
I see them – I know my class.
That is why they hate and fear my turning to abolition – it like a betrayal of my class. When maybe it coz I still have some love for my background, I want and need to have the freedom to learn empathy and compassion – learn to join the human race.
I have been ill, ill from exiting, ill from knowing the unknowable, ill from not knowing why I am alive when so many prostituted are dead.
My last post was on how pimp-language increases that illness, an illness with no real name just infecting all the brave exited folks I know or have not meet yet.
This post is a stream of consciousness exploring how hard exiting is – how it affects every moment, even the many moments of joy and sense of moving forward.
Exiting prostitution is never easy, time makes it less painful – but the pain is always background noise.
I truly believed that those who have exited or are on the way to exiting the sex trade are some of the most courageous people that I had the privilege to know and to work alongside with.
They all are warriors – warriors who let in the pain even when it is unbearable, warriors who have the silent screaming of embedded grief, warriors who ask questions without wanting or needing simple answers.
They are looking through the eyes of the warrior who understand genocide was their norm.
They speak through mouths that have been blocked by silence and the violence of male violence.
They listen remembering the sound of lost hope, and hear now the call to freedom and dignity.
They find it hard to smell, as every breath brings dead semen, sweat and cold fear.
They can learn to touch skin without having to be dead inside, without becoming a role, without dreaming of suicide.
I would say if you role-models, heroes, or even a route to a better – look, listen and learn from exited prostituted folks.
We have so much to give, so much knowledge that is constantly silenced.
We can be teachers, we are fighters, we can teach how to laugh at hell at the same as planning to destroy it at its roots.
The lesson I would want all abolitionists to take on board, is not to be afraid of grief, pain and the slowness of real long-term change.
The prostituted have live with that grief, pain and lack of apparent progress for many centuries – and we have through silent passing down of ways of dealing, built up our inner strength and desire to live whatever is thrown at us.
Abolition is slow most of time – but it not going backwards, it is moving forward.
Sometimes there are giant leaps – such as seeing the demand and supply must be criminalized; or seeing that abolition of the sex trade is a human issue, not an issue of labour.
Mostly it is small steps forward, often feeling like we are struck or going backward.
But I do believe the more we allow exited folks to be leaders in the abolition movement – the more the human damage and courage is seen, and the more likely that abolition will come.
We need to learn that pain should always be pushed away.
The more you avoid or bury the pain of the prostituted – the more it screams and crawls it way to have a voice.
The pain that the prostituted have known cannot just be placed into a box, it can learn to be quiet, but always waiting for the time and place to have expression.
It is a pain that all can learn from.
It is a pain that has touch and been inside genocide, and is now a witness to the deadened soul and deep silence that was one reason some of the prostituted survived.
It is a pain that has learnt that male violence is pre-planned, is organised, is not an act of passion but cold hate.
It is a pain where every cell of the prostitute’s body is used and thrown – a pain that there never anything personal about rape, torture or murder of the prostituted, just a consumer with his goods.
That pain must be used as teaching-tool.
We can speak to what male violence is, we know too much, too much so we are told not to speak for male violence gains power by becoming the unspeakable.
To build a permanent road to abolition, we must speak to grief, we must face the depths of grief that is always with the exited.
We carry the grief of knowing the majority of the prostituted have or will never be able to exit.
Oh, some may exit with so much mental damage that in many ways the sex trade still imprisoned, some may exit with illnesses or injuries that shortened their futures, some may not live and commit suicide as the past blocks a route to freedom, and too many are killed coz they seen as throwaway goods.
Every exited person I know of, have the grief of losing prostituted friends – we could not grieve then, but now we fight so no more prostitute goes missing.
A great many exited folks have survivor grief and guilt.
We have no idea why we survived, and too often we collapse thinking of the beautiful and strong prostituted folks who are gone.
It is just luck that we survived – for suicide was our norm or living in order to die, for at any moment we could have been murdered.
All exited folks have experienced near-death on several occasion, whether through self-destruction or male violence.
I attempted suicide at least every 6 months or so, I can remembered punters almost killing me on at least 4 to 7 times.
Living with death was our norm – so no wonder our grief is endless.
Grief is a powerful tool to making real change to justice and returning dignity to all the prostituted.
To allow that silent screaming an expression, is the opening to deeper approach to abolition, is to let out the warrior-spirit, and learn that in silence knowledge can grow.
It is learning to be still enough to see that slow progress is going forward.
Grief open us up to being vulnerable, being confused – but that is not a weakness, it give the humbleness to see we can ask and receive help, as well knowing we will be the helpers.
I have been away, away for words used in a casual manner are eating me into wanting to die.
Sticks and stones may hurt you, but words do no harm.
That is just bullshit, and much of the language I will describe is invented or used by the sex trade to control and silence the prostituted, whether exited or still inside the sex trade.
The language that sends daggers into my soul – I will named it as Pimp Language which is used by punters, sex trade profiteers, academics, the mainstream media and liberal feminists – as well men on the Left, men on the Right and Liberal men.
It is a language invented over centuries – though words may change, the meaning of control and silencing has always been the same.
For instance the idea of the sex worker is just an re-invention of the courtesan which is just a re-invention of temple whore.
All those concepts are invented to hide male violence and the prostituted are made into throwaway sub-human goods.
The sex worker/courtesan/temple whore are terms that pretend there can a semblance of choice and empowerment for the prostituted.
This lie is spread into all media, all gossip, all means of communication until it is made impossible that any “real” violence can put into the prostituted.
The temple whore is painted as a goddess, or at the least supernatural.
This is held by the means that is norm of the sex trade in all times, all cultures and is the founding stones that makes the sex trade not crumble.
To call a temple whore supernatural is too convenient – as it always means she feels no human pain, has no desire to leave and can an endless for thousands of men to masturbate into.
She becomes the courtesan, who is allow small amounts of power intelligence as long she always available as a fuck-doll that will be thrown away when she is old or just boring for men.
She becomes the sex worker, who is told she is free and empowered – only to find men will and can be violent her whenever he want, for she is always the whore so owned by men.
It is a system that I named the Alice Through the Looking-Glass Approach – that is a constant brainwashing that bad is good, and bad is the only way to live – a world where sadism is call fun, and all escape is blocked.
To keep the prostituted under the control of sex trade profiteers, it is vital to make all the outside world seemed to there to destroy, or at the minimum unattainable.
Over 4000 years the sex trade profiteers have perfected ways of brainwashing, lying and keeping hidden all outside knowledge from the prostituted class.
This includes giving the prostituted no language expect the language of their oppressors.
So, never say to those of us who somehow manage to survive and exit the sex trade – that it is only words, words don’t.
No if you call yourself an ally for abolition, then learn to shut up and listen hard as we speak to what language and individual word mean to us.
Let me choose some words, some expressions that should either used with great care, or never used when speaking about the conditions of the sex trade.
I choose to start with that word that can bring bile to my throat – “choice” which is often placed like sisters with “empowerment”.
How can the Left and Liberals be so naive or determined not to want to know, that those words were stolen by the sex trade profiteers, and used to manipulate that prostitution is somehow Leftist, is about giving freedom and strength to the prostituted – heck it just a job ain’t it.
Choice is a lovely concept, and for many things it can be wonderful – you choose what music you love, you can choose your friends, you can choose where to have a holiday.
Choice is also a terrible delusion, the language of choice is used to keep the oppressed trapped and silences all questioning of why they are being oppressed.
This is a classic tool of all forms of long-term oppression – and has part of the structure of the sex trade.
To make the prostituted think and believe that it was her free choice to be in the sex trade – is a powerful tool to silence and keep her as a sub-human.
The vast majority if not all of the prostituted are in conditions where her individual choices have no relevance.
Whether the prostitute enter freely or by force, is of little relevance to the punters or sex trade profiteers.
Once you become classed as a prostitute, your individual choices are tossed away – it is impossible to have access to choice, if you are made sub-human sexual goods.
The prostituted are made sub-human – so there is no real violence done to them, no violence for it is decided that the prostituted have no human emotions like hurt, fear or deep grief.
How dare that be named as empowerment.
What is so empowering about being fuck-holes for any and all men?
What is so empowering about being moved from street to street, from street prostitution into a brothel, from city to city, from escorting to inside porn, from country to country, from being a victim prostitute when 14 to an empowered whore at aged 17?
I am so hurting – pain is a bit much.
Bloody think before you speak – I am so sick of your language.
Last night, Canada become another country that is making hard for men to buy the prostituted. Slowly, there is a change coming.
A change away the so-called norm of men being entitled to buy and sell the prostituted for sexual greed.
A change that it can seen as normal to say prostitution is just a nasty job, but someone has to do it.
A change that makes some women and girls, and some males so sub-human that can be sexually tortured, raped and murdered – and it framed as adult leisure.
I am thrilled that slowly, and on occasions a sudden rush – that prostitution is being seen for what it is.
Seen as a human rights emergency.
Seen as mental, physical and sexual torture.
Seen as the oldest and largest genocide this world has ever know.
I know this is a dangerous time, especially for those of us who are abolitionists and have exited the sex trade.
We are always under attack from the sex trade lobby, that is so normal to us, that we rarely make it public.
Most abolitionists survivors try to ignore the hate and terror sent to us almost every day, hoping they will slowly get bored.
We usually do not publish or acknowledge their constant war on us, we will not give them free publicity or advertisement for their profits on the bodies of the prostituted still trapped in the sex trade.
But I feel on occasions it is vital to speak out against this war on our minds and ability to keep going forward.
First I want everyone on the Left and in feminism, to start taking seriously what is happening to survivors who are now abolitionists – take serious how powerful the sex trade lobby is, and recognised the extreme hate throw at us.
Andrea Dworkin know this hate, and where and why it is targeted at exited women who dare to speak out in particular – she preach that the sex trade are furious that their goods are rebelling, for we should be dead or too damaged to speak out.
The sex trade lobby has total contempt for all the prostituted class, especially those of us who dare to be alive and to be had the strength to say where we came from.
They want us wipe from the face of the earth – preferably without getting their hands dirty by forcing us into suicide.
This is done in multiple ways, but the main weapon is that their attacks are relentless, or it never done by a single “troll” but a highly organised criminal organisations.
This means the sex trade has access to huge amounts of money and people to keep a non-stop low of hate and lies.
They invade Twitter, Facebook, our blogs, our emails, attempt to find our private addresses.
They threaten our mental and physical welfare, threaten our families, and say enough lies that our friends are made to doubt us.
They use our trauma as a weapon to destroy us – saying we were too weak to deal with the “job”, using that we have fragmented memories to “prove” we are liars.
They pretend to be caring – only to say it just a story, and most of prostitution is empowering to women.
They send us invitations to work for them in their lovely brothels – then we can see it not so violent, coz of course they are the friendly caring pimps.
They get punters to write to us to explain how ignorant we are – for we just need to meet the “good punter” to see how wrong we are.
They explain to us how men must have access to the prostituted, coz they are lonely, disabled, unattractive etc. Making out we are evil to deny men that entitlement.
Sometimes, they just lose it saying we too ugly to be a real prostitute, too weak to know our own truths, too sub-human to even be polite to and have a reasonable debate with.
It is their common weapon to tell us that we were never “real” prostitutes – so our tales should be dismissed or shown to be lies.
They say we are paid bags of money to lie about the sex trade.
It goes on an on and on – it is soul-destroying.
Of course, there are highly personal attacks as well as those politics attacks.
We are attacked for being too damaged to know the truth – never that the damage was forced into us by the constant hate and violence that is prostitution.
We are told we are murdering the prostituted by wanting abolition or the Nordic Approach.
It is a slow torture.
I want this to taken seriously, for as the progress to abolition is slowly taking hold – the sex trade lobby will get more aggressive and even less rational.
The attacks on abolitionists who are survivors will get worse – and we need support and your strength.