Revista Organizações em Contexto (ROC) - Diretoria de Pesquisa e Pós-Graduação - Universidade Metodista de São Paulo - UMESP.
ISSN Versão Eletrônica 1982-8756
ISSN Versão Impressa 1809-1040 (2005-2008)
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por Eulalia Mosby (21-07-2018)
"That's a lot," he said, and he then rolled on to his back and stared at the ceiling. I didn't hear from him again.
It sometimes surprises people to hear that sex workers do a number of normal people activities, like working other jobs, studying, taking the bins out. We exist in actuality after our shifts end and the red light is flicked off; we've dinner with our families and shop at K-Mart and wait on hold with your online sites providers for what feels as though hours.
It's not common that the physical and emotional experiences we've at the office could be enough to make up for a potential not enough intimate connection inside our lives beyond work; so many of us also date, with varied quantities of success.
A few months ago, I ended a connection with a person I have been seeing for pretty much two years. In private, he was an enormous supporter of me working, but around his colleagues and friends his tune seemed to change. He'd introduce me, but hesitate in describing our relationship; when he said, "This is Kate..." the silence that hung in the space where, "...my girlfriend," should have now been weighed a tonne.
I don't think נערת ליווי נתניה that he personally had a trouble with me being a sex worker, but I really do feel that the chance of other people judging me – and then judging him if you are with me – was enough to make him want to keep me a secret.
So I've recently downloaded some dating apps and put myself back on the proverbial market, but it's tough. Along with all the current usual questions one ponders before a date (What do I wear? Where shall we go?) I find myself asking such things as, "At what point do we've the talk?"
The talk where I clarify my job, re-explain my profession in case my date didn't read my Bumble bio, forgot what it said, or – worse – thought it had been a joke. Do I tell him as soon as we meet, or before we say goodnight? Or do I throw it out randomly on the course of the evening: "Wow, this wine is delicious. In addition, I'm a hooker. Pass the salt?"
The ultimate dream scenario is that my date is supportive, and happy that I've found a line of work that I love and supports me financially. Unfortunately, it has only happened once – once! – so nowadays, I find that most responses fall approximately abject fascination and outright objectification.
Sometimes I end through to the receiving end of one thousand rapid-fire questions ("What's the weirdest thing you've ever done at work? Maybe you have had a celebrity client? Are the people all old and ugly? They're not, like, normal guys like me, are they?") which is preferable to horrified silence, but leaves me feeling like I've just been interviewed for an hour.
Other times, my date can barely contain their disgust, quizzing me over and once more about how exactly נערת ליווי נתניה frequently I get my sexual health checks done and if I'm sure I'm not a carrier of some mutant strain of gonorrhoea.
"That's all very well and good," one man said, over coffee, "But obviously if you went out with me, you'd have to acquire a real job. And you couldn't tell anyone we know that you used to work." You need to probably Google me before you receive too attached to that idea, I wished to sneer.
Of course, even the crudest type of questioning is just a better case scenario than the very real threat of violence that numerous sex workers face when speaking about their job. I have friends who've been followed home and stalked by men who couldn't understand why their date with a sex worker didn't end with a romp, and others who have had partners appear at their work in a spontaneous fit of jealousy, viciously demanding they empty their locker and return home together immediately.
And even that's better than the possibility of physical violence from an intimate partner. I once went on a date with a person who invited me up to his bedroom, held me down as he initiated sex with out a condom, and then read one of my own, personal articles, about sex work, aloud to me as I lay silently close to him.
Dating isn't possible for anyone. Even the act of getting to distil your entire person into a short and snappy paragraph fit for a dating app is enough to make anyone wish to provide their hands and surrender to a life of solitude.
Still, I believe in love, and I know from past experiences that relationships – when they're good – are worth every struggle.
On the days when it's all too much, I find myself thankful for the easy, stress-free nature of transactional sex. An hour or so on the clock and a peck on the cheek to state a fond goodbye until next time: if perhaps finding love was as simple.
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