Look, I'm beyond tired of people who've never done sex work telling me what my life is like. Especially the self-proclaimed radical feminists who think they're saving me from something. From what, exactly? A job where I set my own hours, control my income, and make my own choices?
Every time some academic writes another thinkpiece about 'the exploitation of sex workers', I want to scream. They love to talk about us like we're helpless victims who can't make decisions. Newsflash: I know exactly what I'm doing. My work is work. Full stop.
The discourse around sex work is so deeply broken. People want simple narratives. They want to either demonize us or infantilize us. There's no room for the actual complexity of our lived experiences. I've been doing this long enough to know that my job is complicated, sometimes difficult, sometimes awesome, sometimes boring. Just like literally every other job on the planet.
What these performative feminists don't understand is that their 'rescue' is often more harmful than the work itself. Criminalizing sex work doesn't protect anyone. It just makes our lives more dangerous.
Anyway. I'm not here to convince anyone. I'm just living my life.