A Whore’s Rage

Whores are never listen to – unless they say they are happy.

Whores are not allowed to speak of pain. To speak of being made nothing. To speak of hatred of the sex trade.

Whores are not allowed to have rage – they must quiet, perform at other’s will or command.

Well, whores have a rage that is not from one individual – they rage from centuries of sexually abusing billions of whores in every culture.

Whores rage as they read histories of prostitution always written from the sex trade’s point of view.

A history that without any evidence from whores said they were always happy, always empowered – but always there is the other, the prostituted woman/girls. She is always enslaved, always treated with extreme sadism, always getting fucked until her soul is dead.

The whore rages as there is no middle ground – always both the whore and prostituted woman/girl are never given the right and dignity to be a human. Only a fantasy, a cause, a means to an end.

History has no interest in the thoughts, dreams and backgrounds of the whore or the prostitute.

To see her and all her sisters as humans would mean thinking, maybe even the happiest whore has no freedom in the sex trade.

Whether she was an elite whore in ancient Athens, whether she was a courtesan in Versailles, whether she is a high-class whore to the Hollywood elite – or even some stupid whore- dream of sci-fi TV.

All whores are not allow to have a past, or to to dream of a future – and her present is made dead to her.

The only time that counts to be a whore is the time johns, pimps, managers and all the sex trade are controlling your thoughts, what happens to your body – all else has no relevance.

A whore may as well be a machine.

A whore has place in culture, her only place is to formed into whatever image or concept that will protrays the sex trade as harmless fun.

Many whores see the arts and feel sickened.

The whore hears music, the many song and trends are built on her misery.

Listen to jazz and the blues, and so much romance of brothels in that culture. I personally hate “House of the Rising Sun”, get well piss off with the legends of Louis Armstrong being a child in a whore-house, sick that jazz fans see whores as some fun decoration to the music.

Read so many great male novels – and the whore is often there. Teaching the hero how to be a man, comforting him when no-one else understand him, being the bad to show how good the good is, an excuse to write porn and say it is literature, the character that can be murdered and the reader won’t give a damn.

In art galleries she stares down, she is is named model who the artist can fuck and throw away. In the paintings she is stripped of emotions, she just a husk for the artist to show his power and greatness.

The whore knows she is on TV. Usually the body being cut up in CSI, the background to show the characters are in a dodgy part of the city. She is often the whore with the heart of gold, the damaged whore, the whore who murdered some johns, the whore who jolly and make erotic a costume drama.

She is always a minor character, just there for spice, or to give the main character’s hidden depths. The whore can never has a 3-D, it would shatter all cultures for the whore to be human.

Now, I writing all this as a whore who loves history, loves the arts- music and TV give me massive pleasure.

I want these things to belong to whores as much as any other group.

I want music that speak of wanting more that being a fuck-toy, more than waiting for that next john to use you.

I want history to speak of the centuries of torture, how wars were fought to get more and more women and girls to enslaved inside brothels and others parts of the sex trade, of the throwing away of high-class hookers and courtesans when men got bored or didn’t like the way they look. History should say loud and clear that whores have always been murdered, always been forced into hard-core porn, always had done to what now is named gonzo.

Being a whore has always been a waste of women and girls – always left them with extreme trauma, with injuries that may be permanent, with dieseases that destroy their futures, with self-hatred.

There has never been safety for whores. Never safety as any john at any time in history has and will torture, murder and rape any whore, and know it is not a real crime.

None of that is inside history – only the glamour and blame which is the language of the sex trade.

A whore should see in art galleries images that show starkness, show empty souls, show their dreams of another life. Not in galleries where a select and often converted few will go – but into national galleries open to all who wander in.

A whore should have novels that speak to her – speaking to the silences, saying what is true but words are kept hidden from. Novels such as Jean Rhys, where the words on the page are a beginning to understanding that there is still a soul inside every whore.

A whore deserve to be inside history and culture.

But there is more rage.

The rage of how no-one listen to the whore. Even when she is screaming so loud that it could bring down a skyscaper, even when her words are clear and reasonable, even when she speak with a voice that cut into their guts – no-one listens.

Whores have always said that the vast majority of prostitution is torture, and that it destroys the essence of the woman or girl who does it.

The first cavewoman who was raped and then given an object to make it better – she was the first whore, and I bet you she protested and it was not heard.

Is it that exchange of goods, money or being put into a class named whore – is that some type of magic that makes all  sexual and mental violence disappear. Does this magic make hatred of women and girls invisible.

Not in the whore’s eyes, she remembers all.

Whores know their personal histories, but also as they become aware of their own agony and betrayal, they feel and carry the centuries of destroying whores for male fuck-dreams.

Every sexual act of violence you can imagine, and those sexual tortures that are outside your imagination have always been inflicted on whores on a mass scale for all human history.

Always these acts are done with the full knowledge of the culture, society and authority surrounding the men that fuck or sell whores.

Whores would never exist if those men were punished, made outcasts, locked for long periods in jail and made to view as idiots.

The sex trade thrive and always grows because all cultures and societies are on the side of johns and pimps – and will refuse to hear or see the rivers of blood from the torture and deaths of billions of whores.

It is not rocket science, if no man could ever buy a whore anywhere, the sex trade would be destroy.

What the fuck made humans ever think making whores was such an excellent idea.

We are meant to be against rape, against torture, against kidnapping, against brainwashing, against murder, against violent porn, against the destruction of the human soul.

Only not for whores – they do not count.

Well, I speak a  whore who is full of rage.

If you choose discount whores as derserving of being full humans – than all your language of human rights or being against violence against women is meaningless.

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10 responses to “A Whore’s Rage

  1. This is an incredible post Rebecca. The power of your writing just keeps getting stronger.

    Now, I writing all this as a whore who loves history, loves the arts- music and TV give me massive pleasure.

    I want these things to belong to whores as much as any other group.

    I want music that speak of wanting more that being a fuck-toy, more than waiting for that next john to use you.

    I want history to speak of the centuries of torture, how wars were fought to get more and more women and girls to enslaved inside brothels and others parts of the sex trade, of the throwing away of high-class hookers and courtesans when men got bored or didn’t like the way they look. History should say loud and clear that whores have always been murdered, always been forced into hard-core porn, always had done to what now is named gonzo.

    Speak it, sister! I want to hear and see the true voices and histories of the women in the rape industry. These candy-floss representation that we are force fed are an absolute insult to the intelligence, dignity and humanity of women in prostitution. We want the truth. We know the truth is not pretty.

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  2. did you know there i a show based on belle de jours life? people really want to believe prostitution is okay. well they want to believe being an escort is okay.its truly disgusting

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  3. What a powerful post! And yes it needs promoting and with your permission I will do my piece. Thanks for spelling it out so clearly.

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  4. When I was younger (and pretty sexually repressed), prostitution held a pretty misguided fascination for me “Get paid to get laid?!” I thought there could be no better job. But I was a little girl, and–as your writing points out so intensely–sold all of the glamourous mythology around whores (I think of Belle[?] in Gone With The Wind, and even Bijou from the writings of Anais Nin, or “Diary of a Call-Girl”).

    I’m glad that I did not actually have to find out firsthand how ugly a whore’s life is. I am sorry that you have had to suffer so. I am sorry that ALL whores have had to suffer so.

    I am glad that you have found your power and your voice.

    I wish you strength, and healing, and peace, and every blessing.

    Thank you for sharing a viewpoint that needed to be shared.

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