People always want some dramatic story about how I got into sex work. They're disappointed when I say it's basically the same calculation I made working hotel housekeeping. Same shit, different room.
In hotels, I was cleaning up after strangers, making their intimate spaces look perfect, dealing with their mess and their expectations. Sometimes literally scrubbing bodily fluids off surfaces. For minimum wage. Now I set my own rates, choose my clients, control my environment. Tell me how this is fundamentally different?
The labour is intimate. The emotional management is constant. The performance of care and comfort is identical. In both jobs, men think they're paying for a service but they're really paying for a carefully constructed experience of being looked after, being seen, being temporarily important.
My old manager at the Radisson would lose his mind if he knew how much more money I make now. Turns out intimate labour has actual value when you're not trapped in a corporate system designed to extract maximum work for minimum compensation.
Decriminalisation isn't some academic debate for me. It's about workers having basic human rights. Dignity. Choice. The ability to report bad behaviour. To work safely. To be recognised as people doing a job, not victims or criminals.
Work is work. Always has been.