People always want to know about the big switch, like there's some dramatic story. But honestly? I was already selling my labour before. At the hotel, I was selling my time, my smile, my energy. The only real difference is how much that labour is actually valued.
I spent four years cleaning rooms, dealing with drunk guests, handling impossible requests. Minimum wage. No respect. Constant surveillance. Every movement tracked, every interaction monitored. Sound familiar? Because it should. Sex work isn't some totally different universe. It's labour. Plain and simple.
When I tell people I make more in one evening now than I used to make in a week at the hotel, they get weird. Like I've done something shocking. But I'm just pricing my actual time and skills differently. My body. My choice. My rates.
The hotel taught me more about sex work than any training ever could. How to manage difficult people. How to set boundaries. How to be professional under pressure. How to smile when inside you're thinking about something else entirely. Those skills transfer perfectly.
Decriminalisation isn't a theoretical debate for me. It's about basic worker protections. About being able to report bad behaviour. About having actual labour rights. Not some fantasy, but real practical safety.