I am not a whore. I am an escort. There is a huge difference. You may think it’s semantics, but it’s way more than that for me. When a man calls me a whore, he is completely demeaning my personhood, my humanity and my occupation. I am also not a prostitute. Both of the above aforementioned people walk the streets and do car dates. They are usually on drugs and must maintain their habit. This is not always the case, but it is so many times. A whore does not care who she sleeps with and a prostitute will do just about anything for a buck.
I am neither of these. I am a discerning, selective escort, specializing in upscale home spa treatments. I work out of a three bedroom home on a dead-end street. I should walk more often, but I’m not going to walk the streets for my job. I comport myself in such a manner as to never have to deal withany form of abuse, including rape or assault. I maintain complete charge over my environment and this is the way in which I can let go because I know I am safe. If this were to ever change, I would rethink my use of protection.
Can you tell that this makes a big difference to me? A man today called me a whore, and it struck me to the very core of me. It’s one thing to call me your “dirty little whore“ in the context of a session. It’s a whole ‘nother thing to figure out what I do, to get angry about it and lash out at me. That was definitely not cool, and I will not be speaking to him again. I suppose, if he wants to feel better than me, he should probably call me a whore. But those of you who know me and know me well, will always call me an escort. You may think I’m mincing words, but they mean the world to me. Maybe the next time you want to use that word “whore” to describe a woman, you will think twice.