OK, I have Spotify soul on, so with those classics at full pitch, I am going to write to my subconscious mind.
I start with James Brown for my title, going into Motown, Stax And Philly Soul, as I try to reach back and deep into my prostituted Soul.
No-one is born to be prostituted, it is never a freely made choice – to be prostituted is come from a place of vulnerability or a place where all self- made choices are stolen from you.
Yes, to survived the years of prostitution it is normal to shout loudly it was your free choice, and that no- one has the right to say otherwise.
The prostituted will want to be the Happy Hooker, want to imagine they have full control, want to know they can come and go as they wish.
No prostitute want to see the reality of the sex trade when she is inside it.
Who can cope with knowing you are inside a death machine – an institution that makes rape and sexual violence your work, an institution that steal your pay, an institution that make you dead as you are still breathing.
Sex work has no connection to being prostitution, therefore that term has no meaning.
Prostitution is slavery, all prostitution is the conditions of trafficking, prostitution is pure male hate.
To say it is either sex or work, is a major betrayal to all the prostituted class.
To say the term sex work, is to confirm that the prostituted are not worthy to be fully human and to have human rights.
I have been crying off and on for a week, coz I see so little that the prostituted are seen as fully human.
I am finding it impossible to write so I will stop.