Watch Us Drown

There is a genocide of the prostituted going on around everyone everywhere.

It is a genocide that is made invisible and without sound.

It is a genocide where torture is made into s/m games or a chosen sexuality.

It is a genocide where money makes all our grief, pain and lack of human rights is made unimportant.

After all, in this genocide money means consent, and consents means forgetting access to safety and dignity.

You are a witness to this genocide.

You stand with detachment as we are drowning.

I hope with all my heart that this is a time of real change for all the prostituted.

I hope that we are entering a time where the multiple voices of exited folks is getting heard with genuine listening.

Do not think you are listening if your first reaction is to speak over or for exited folks.

Do not think you are listening if you always translate our realities to your known experiences.

Do not think you are listening if you always place domestic violence and rape as real violence to females, and vanish all violence in the sex trade.

Do not think you are listening if you say only poverty drives folks into the sex trade – excluding millions of the prostituted.

Do not think you are listening if you refuse to see the sex trade steal the soul of all vulnerable females, they will always make make the market then choose the stereotype of womanhood to feed that market.

Do not think you are listening if you do not see the only cause of the violence done to the prostituted is the choices of the punters and sex trade profiteers to make and consume the sex trade.

You are not listening as we drown, only smiling as you block up your ears.

But then we learnt over the centuries of genocide of the prostituted, that our screams, pleas and crying is made soundless.

Every time we are battered it is translated into kinky sex.

Every time we are raped is made nothing but an exchange of goods.

Every time we are murdered, our bodies and our names are made to disappear.

So we learn to go through life as a ghost – unseen, unheard and stripped of humanity.

This is the centre of what it is to be prostituted, and anyone who not fully backing abolition is part of the reason we are made to be ghosts.

 

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