Alright listen. Im proper sick of people giving sex workers grief about our jobs. Like Im meant to feel ashamed or something? Nah. This is work. Hard work that most people couldnt handle for five minutes.
My family still dont fully get it. Me mum asks these awkward questions at Sunday dinner. Whats your actual job now Keely? And Im just sat there thinking mate, Ive got a job that pays better than most office workers and I actually enjoy it. Imagine that.
Some blokes think theyre doing me a favour by pitying me or whatever. But Im the one in control here. I choose my clients. I set my rates. I decide what services Im offering. Tell me again how Im being exploited? Go on.
This job has let me buy my own flat in Liverpool. Pay my bills. Support myself completely. And yeah sometimes its weird or awkward or funny as hell. But its MY choice. MY life. And Im not apologising to anyone about it.
Anyone who wants to judge can do one. Seriously.