What I Learned About Men as a Sex Worker
I don’t hate men. I have more compassion for men than ever. However, I’ve also seen how entitled men can be.
Everyone assumes that because I’m a sex worker, I hate men. I don’t. On the contrary, my job has enabled me to develop more compassion for men. However, I have also seen men at their worse, and in that case, I have to have very good boundaries.
Before I started sex work, I used to fear men.
Before I got into sex work, I didn’t understand men very well. I was even a little afraid of men.
I always felt like I was at the mercy of their whims. I fell in love too easily, and because I was the one who became emotionally invested, it felt like men were the ones who got to decide whether or not they liked me.
As such, I often felt used by men for sex. I was completely ignorant that there was an emotional component to male sexuality. I believed that sex was just physical for men.
Once I started doing sex work, however, men began to make themselves very vulnerable to me.
