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Author: Matt Chase

  • Handicapable People Have Sex Too!

    Handicapable People Have Sex Too!

    This is a ridiculous statement to make. I am embarrassed to make it but I have to, why? Because the mainstream believes that ‘disabled’ people are either asexual or invisible and invisible people don’t have sex. They can’t you see—they’re invisible.

    Before we launch together into discussing this and putting some myths at bay, please let me tell you that I do not like the word ‘Disabled’ which is why I invert it and which is why I will, after one more mention, refer to you as Handicapable. As a wordsmith and former psychotherapist, I believe that words have power. I also believe that this power goes far deeper than we could ever imagine and as such I believe that this power can able us … or, yes you’ve guessed it ‘Dis-able’ us. Can you see where I’m coming from?

    It is not my intention to offend you or disrespect your right to be visible. I know, as someone of an alternative sexuality and as someone who works in a profession marginalised by society that having a label can indeed help in this process of becoming noticed. However, I am a wordsmith and I must stay faithful to my belief. I do hope you understand.

    Switch on your TV, flick through the pages of any magazine, look at billboards in Times Square/Covent Garden and you will see exactly the same thing: white, able bodied, heterosexual, young, beautiful toned models selling anything from Vodka to Tampons.

    It’s all a crock of #enteryourcursehere#.

    It’s time we wise up and open up to the reality of life. It is the moment we have all been waiting for, that time in our lives, that point in evolution when the ‘last monkey’ wakes up and smells the revolution.

    If you have no idea what I am talking about—brilliant. This will motivate your curiosity to do some research and pop some search terms into an internet search engine. If you do know what I am talking about you might be as weary as me. What happens to you when you become weary? How do you feel right now? Do you feel included? Or excluded? Is there anything we can do together to make things just a little better for each other?

    Engage with me. I’m sure that we can come up with something: together.

    My Mum was a wheelchair user and I remember being just ten years old pushing her around town, going to the shops etc. I lost count of the number of times the stupid sales assistants would ask me: ‘What does she want?’ ‘Would she like the crumbed or honey roast ham?’ etc. My response would always be: ‘Well why don’t you ask her!?’ Infuriating.

    Now, something you don’t really wanna know about your parents and certainly something I didn’t want to know about mine but we are on SimplySxy so I do have to sex this up: my Mum loved sex. She had a wide selection of dildos, strap-ons and vibrators stuffed in her wardrobe (and they all fell out one day, onto my poor sixteen year old head, I was scarlet with embarrassment). When Mum met her third husband, the poor man was almost worn out with her insatiable sexual appetite. She, quite inappropriately one day, blurted out to me: ‘I’ve given him thrush! It’s them antibiotics I took! His knob is red raw!’ Now let me just tell you something in case you are worrying about this slightly unhealthy disclosure (although fucking hilarious) my dear Mum now departed was a drinker, she very much enjoyed a drink of whisky and so sometimes she was somewhat shall we say, non-conventional in her parenting. However, she was fucking brilliant and I wouldn’t change a thing. The point I am making is this: Mum was human. Human beings have sex, get over it.

    Are you Handicapable? What are you capable of in the bedroom and is there anything I can do to help you?

    Let’s all get together—Handicapable, wheelchair users, non wheelchair users, straight, bi, gay, trans—whatever. I’m tired of all this segregation crap.

    Let’s all make love. Together. Now.

    Big HUG!
    Matt xXx

    PS: Stay tuned over the coming weeks, stick to me like glue: I’ve got something to tell you.

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  • Sex is Supposed to be Fun; Isn’t It?

    Sex is Supposed to be Fun; Isn’t It?

    I am stating the obvious when I say that sex is all about having a giggle and enjoying each other. Aint’t I? Apparently not.

    I was chatting to a guy on GROWLr (GRINDr for Bears—a sub-culture within gay culture— or what I prefer to call ‘GRINDr for nice people’. I find GRINDr and most of the other gay sites/apps cruel and excluding but that is a whole other article … ) and we got onto the subject of sex, of course and I flew into a friendly rant on sexual energy and what exactly happens to that heat you feel in the base of your spine and perineum (between your genitals and ass/arse) when you have sex. The guy who I was chatting to told me that he often gets the giggles ‘post-orgasm’ and I explained that this was the sexual energy shooting up from the root chakra (that heat spot I mentioned. Can you feel it now? I thought you might) and out through his heart in the middle of his chest—the heart chakra—and this quite simply makes us giggle and/or cry. It is more common for women to burst into tears during or post-climax for this reason and yes, not that I wish to stereotype but it is often the case that women are more in touch with their emotions and thus cry more easily and that sexual energy (which is associated with our emotions) has more of a free rein causing all sorts of pleasant and sometimes unpleasant responses and reactions.

    So… the guy who I was chatting to then told me that he felt ‘less silly’ because I had explained it and also confessed to thinking that sex should be ‘a giggle’ and ‘about having fun’. Don’t we all think this? Don’t you realise that you really aren’t supposed to be taking this too seriously and did you know that even if you and/or your Mrs/Mr burst into tears during sex you can still enjoy it?

    Allow me to give you an example … you knew this was cumming, didn’t you? And you also knew that I was going to deliberately misspell coming because, well, I just cannot resist the naughtiness …

    Once upon a kink session with an ex boyfriend of mine, I was kneeling upon the four poster bed in a classy Gay Bed and Breakfast in Blackpool. My hands were tied behind my back and I was pleasuring my beloved by tonguing his balls and doing whatever he demanded of me (within the boundaries we had previously negotiated—this is how to do kink safely and with complete trust. We also used the ‘Traffic Light’ code but we’ll go into that another time…) when I suddenly became very still because ‘something’ happened. I cannot describe fully the ‘something’ other than invert the words because it was, well, almost mystical. I went from ‘Yes Sir, thank you Sir’ mode to being completely silent and from licking his manhood to absolute stillness.

    He sensed something.
    We both felt ‘something’.
    Everything stopped.

    I’ll call my ex Richard, Richard ceased his orders of ‘Do you know how honoured you are to worship me boy?’ and other such ‘insults’ to being as silent as me. He gently untied my hands and just lay there and I maintained my position, on my knees, curled up with my face in his crotch just allowing this ‘something’ to do its thing.

    Then I burst into tears.
    I sobbed from an old place and felt like a child again.
    It was delightful.

    I clambered from my place between his legs and rested upon his chest. He held me, stroked me and kissed my forehead.

    “Feel better?” Richard asked, as my tears fell away and I became giggly.

    “Much. Thank you. You’re amazing” I beamed with love into his moist eyes, we de-kinked (removed my leather straps, collar, jock and boots) and spooned for the remainder of the evening.

    We did not discuss the tears. We didn’t need to. We giggled, tickled, nestled and warmed ourselves in the knowledge that the sex session had been fun, emotional and what it needed to be.

    Here’s to your intimate adventures … you never know what might happen.

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  • Human Affection—Can We Live Without It?

    Human Affection—Can We Live Without It?

    ‘What happens to humans who never get touched?’

    ‘How long can I live without human affection?’

    ‘What happens when people are not touched by other people?’

    How do these statements make you feel? They make me feel sad. My heart sinks each time I read them. What makes my heart sink even further is that these statements are the most used search terms that take people to my blog over at mattatlotus.com.

    Why are people searching for these? What is it that is lacking in society today that results in human beings—our brothers and sisters—sitting alone at home perusing the internet to find out what happens if they never get touched?

    The tagline on my website reads: ‘because everybody needs to be held’ and there is an obvious reason for this. This statement lets people know that I work differently. Sure, it is about the sex, of course it is. Yes, it is also about exploring our darker nature together but it is, absolutely and categorically about making love too. My clients are my clients. I do not feel any unnecessary emotional attachment to them after the session is over. This is simply not healthy or helpful to either of us. I do, however, feel a sense of care, high regard and yes, affection towards whomever it is I am working with at any given time. The above search terms should tell you just why my work has evolved in this way and also, I hope, this will encourage you to get out there and start hugging!

    Before you do that, let me just remind you of something very important about us human beings: we are interdependent by nature. We need each other to carry out certain tasks and we rely on our interconnectedness to go about our daily lives. What would we do if the refuse workers forgot to collect our rubbish? Where would we be if the key holder to our offices couldn’t be bothered to turn up at work? What would happen if the teachers didn’t arrive at school each day? Disease. Poor profits. Stupid children. To name just three examples of how one apparently unrelated event or absence can have a negative impact on another. Now, let’s start hugging …

    There was some research done many years ago on the human touch and the need for human affection. I won’t go into the details here because you are here on SimplySxy for a reason and I’m damn sure being blinded by statistics isn’t it, but I will tell you this: the findings showed that we do need human affection, physical touch and support in order to feel happy. We do need each other so that our bodies and minds work properly.

    When you have sex, your endorphins (happy chemicals) rush around your body and your serotonin (more happy chemicals) levels rise. These make you feel better. It really is that simple … and sexy … SimplySxy … sorry couldn’t resist but let’s be serious for a moment. When we don’t have sex, the opposite happens and when we are not being touched at all … we’re fucked.

    I speak from experience and if you take a look at my blog at some point, or if you stick around here in the weeks to come I will tell you all about it. I am a sex worker for a reason. You do the job you do for a reason. I am sure we are both so very good at our jobs for reasons! Everything, everything dear reader, is connected. So … Please, please and a final big please: get yourself out there, in the real world and make some friends, meet some lovers, make love to a whore and really, really connect with someone. If you are all alone, be brave, be bold and be confident in the knowledge that it isn’t just you. There are others in the same boat of loneliness and that means … drum roll please: that you’re not alone at all!

    There is something else that I say on my website and I am going to say it to you here too. Partly, I want to apologise for repeating it, I don’t really like to repeat content across my platforms but this one really is the exception and you will see it on my website, on my blog and now here, on SimplySxy:

    Psst! You, yes you! Lean in, are you leaning? Listen closely. Are you listening? I want you to know something: I want you to know that whoever you are, wherever you are from, no matter where on the planet you currently reside, irrelevant of your spiritual/political/religious/social beliefs, inclusive of your gender/sexuality/colour/background and fully embracing of every aspect of yourself that makes you you—You. Are. Loved.

    Yes, you are.

    BIG! HUGE! GINORMOUS Hug!

    Matt xXx

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  • What Do Sex Workers Do? Really?

    What Do Sex Workers Do? Really?

    There are many myths and misconceptions surrounding sex work. I’m going to put these at bay right now. Stay with me. Are you with me? Good.

    Just this afternoon I had a confused text from my boyfriend. I had told him that I might have a client booked in for Friday, just so that he could arrange his diary around me and because he has a habit of asking how old the client is (I think it gives him a kick) I told him that he is 19. I didn’t disclose any further information to him. I’m a professional.

    ‘What is a 19 year old doing paying for it?’ asked my boyfriend, I’ll call him Ian, followed by: ‘I wouldn’t have paid for it when I was 19, unless I was obese, ugly or disabled’. Now I am taking a risk here putting this information ‘out there’ for two reasons: 1) Ian will kill me and 2) I am potentially reinforcing the myths around prostitution, ‘disability’ and just why people are perceived to ‘need to’ pay for it but it’s a risk I am prepared to take because a) I am so proud of my profession that I’m prepared to shout it from the rooftops to clear a few myths up and b) You deserve the truth so here goes nothing …

    Firstly, there is no such thing as ugly. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder and sex workers have an uncanny knack of genuinely finding that spark in another human being that truly generates attraction and sexual desire. Secondly, who says people, whether they are able bodied, ‘Handicapable’ (I hate the word disabled so do humour me if this is how you identify), fat, thin or in-between ‘have to pay’ for anything? It’s their choice and personally, I find it incredibly empowering paying for any service. It’s all about attitude.

    A friend in the gym said to me the other week:“I was going to book a sexual massage last night because I was feeling low but I thought the masseur would be thinking ‘he’s ugly, he’s desperate’ so I decided not to”.

    “It doesn’t work like that mate. Trust me, we really don’t think in those terms” I said, with a sadness in the pit of my stomach because I knew that had he gone through with the appointment, he would have received the physical touch he needed, along with the affection, emotional warmth and yes, sexual release. We all need to be held and we all benefit from the release of sexual fluids along with the accompanying increased endorphins and ‘happy chemicals’ such as serotonin. Yes people ; there’s a lot of benefits in going to see a sex worker and most of us do know what we’re doing on that score.

    There’s good and bad in every occupation, each industry and practitioner. This is a given. So choose carefully, go with your gut and make your needs clear. Even if you don’t know what you need, identify this not knowing as a need and let your worker lead you into a world of unexpected pleasure.

    I love sex. You may have gathered this but here’s the thing: not all sex workers do. Most of us yes but not all. Again, like in any profession: choose your target, take aim and fire your enthusiasm at the bull’s eye best suited to your tastes. I specialise in affection, energetic connection and some aspects of kink with a psychosexual underpinning. I myself have burst into tears in the middle of a kink session and I expect my clients to sometimes do the same.

    It’s all fine. Your sexual desires can open the doors to many hidden gems. It would be a shame to miss out, don’t you think?

    I feel like I have concluded before I expected to (and no, that’s not a euphemism: I have great control 🙂 ) but I write intuitively so I am going to trust that you now know what we sex workers get up to and a little about why we get up to it. I love people, I love my job and I love to love. I have a BIG … heart (well what did you think I was going to say?)and thankfully my boyfriend is more than happy for me to share it. So what are you waiting for? Is there a sex worker near you who you have been tempted by? Is there a fantasy you are dying to explore? A door you want to open?

    Jump on in … the water’s astonishing.

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  • Can You Feel The Heat?

    Can You Feel The Heat?

    Matt-at-Lotus on Burning Up in the Bedroom …

    … or wherever you prefer to do it. Last week, I was massaging a client which is not unusual for a sexual masseur. He was face down, naked, skin glistening from the sunlight reflected in the massage oil. I work differently from most massage therapists in that I not only offer a sexual massage but also sexual services along with it. I pride myself on being as honest as I can and see no benefit in pretending to be doing anything other than sex, such as calling it ‘Tantric Massage’ (there’s no such thing) or ‘Relaxation Massage’ (AKA ‘Massage and a hand job’). The thing is that if you, the client, don’t really know if the massage is sexual, how can you truly relax? If the practitioner doesn’t quite know whether you are ‘up for it’, how can they truly relax? It all creates a pretty cold, confused and nervous atmosphere if you ask me. My advice is to be honest, lay your cards on the table and release those inhibitions with a practitioner (which can also be your partner, stick with me and all shall be revealed …) who is equally honest with you: “This is a sexual massage, you will probably climax and you are welcome to touch me, depending on how comfortable you feel. I am happy to discuss whatever you need”.

    Now aren’t you already feeling more relaxed? Can’t you now feel that tingle down your spine and that quivering of your bottom lip that says: ‘Chill out, you’re in safe hands and those hands know exactly what they’re doing’. Horny huh? Yeah, I think so too.

    And There’s More

    How can this help you in bed? How can this connection—between me and my clients—assist you in reaching that point of no return with your next shag? It’s easy; I deliberately make a connection with my clients to intentionally turn up the sexual heat. I do this because I can and I do this because that is what the client is paying for. It’s in my job description. Want to know how to do it? Then we shall begin …

    Honesty, as I have said, is key. Tell yourself how you feel. Yes; yourself. This is how all relationships (and remember ‘relationships’ can be for one night only) start. When you get to know yourself, you can then easily share that knowledge with your partner/s. If you have no fucking clue who you are, how the hell is anyone else going to know? It stands to reason that it is only when we know ourselves that we can then teach others to know themselves. Now here is where something kinda magical happens. For example, whenever I touch most clients (and lovers for that matter) they will physically feel a heat. This is partly because I am a healer and partly because I know where to touch. It is mainly… drum roll please … because I know who I am. Does that sound odd? Allow me to elaborate.

    Once upon a training in psychotherapy, I remember the tutor explaining what one of the founders of therapy noted during therapy sessions. It went something like this: ‘It’s almost as if an unseen part of the patient reaches out and an unseen part of me reaches back, like a meeting of souls rather than minds’. I am paraphrasing here because I can’t be arsed to reference it but more so because this description explains perfectly what happens in good sex. We connect with an invisible aspect of our lovers that goes far beyond the physical. This cannot happen if we haven’t at least taken that first step in connecting with ourselves. Do you follow? No? Okay, let me put it another way.

    Make love to yourself first. Try masturbating very, very, slowly. Do not just concentrate on your dick (or clit if you are a lady). Explore your lips, nipples, eyebrows, ears, armpits, inside the elbows. Take. Your. Time.

    I tell you this right now—do this, slowly, very very slowly and you will feel the heat. You will notice tingles, heat, throbbing in the perineum (the bit between your arse and balls or for females the soft area around half an inch from your arse, the area you would tense when doing pelvic floor exercises), the base of your spine and more. Now, go and share this with someone. Again, very very slowly. Take. Your. Time.

    Oh, and all this I am teaching you now, I showed the client I mentioned earlier, as he lay there face down on the massage table, I showed him how to turn the heat up and do you know what he said?

    “I c..c..an’t speak. I … I … That was. Just, that…” followed by: “Wow”’.

    “You’re welcome” I responded.

    Now go turn the heat up. You’ll be glad you did.

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  • Are You Connecting Emotionally When Having Sex?

    Are You Connecting Emotionally When Having Sex?

    By Matt-at-Lotus

    As you may or may not know, I am a professional sex worker and writer. I also happen to be trained in counselling and psychotherapy and no, I’m not just showing off (okay maybe a little) I am merely letting you know that I know a little about, you know, stuff.

    When I was working full time as a therapist in private practice, I saw lots of couples and often saw singles who were having ‘bad’ sex. The stories were different but actually the same, allow me to paraphrase: ‘We go to bed at night and she just isn’t interested. She turns away and I have to jerk myself off’. Hmmm … and followed by: ‘I met this guy on the net and all he wanted me to do was shove a courgette up his arse’. Double hmmm …

    This is a common affliction for straights, gays, bi’s and those in between—we have no fucking idea what intimacy really means. Allow me to give you a (slightly graphic) example:

    A few weeks ago, I was called to a hotel to do an ‘outcall’ for a gentleman who found himself unexpectedly in the city and so, had a few hours to kill. “Be as kinky as you like” he said on the telephone before the booking. “I like leather”, he hinted as I chatted to him, took his deposit and packed my ‘outcall bag’ (massage oil, condoms, lube, tissues, shoe laces, cock rings etc.) and booked my taxi using the other phone. Multi-tasking is my forte.

    When I arrived at the hotel, the gentleman opened the door wearing just a bath towel and greeted me with a lovely smile and a glint in his eye. Once in his room and following my safety text to a friend, I opened my bag of tricks and his eyes lit up.

    “Now I am going to open the condom packet and lube just in case but this is a go-with-the-flow kind of service so don’t get your hopes up”, I set the stage for the following two hours (and reaffirmed the wordings of my website) as I put on my leather harness and proceeded to tie the gentleman’s balls with a red shoe lace.

    Then I kissed him.

  • Making Love vs Shagging

    Making Love vs Shagging

    Matt-at-Lotus on a common dilemma we didn’t know we had

    Once upon a time in a gay sauna somewhere on the outskirts of the Midlands, sex was taking place or rather something mysterious happened between myself and a stranger who to this day, I have no idea what his name is. I do know that he is from Leeds. If you are a guy reading this, you may well be giggling to yourself because you know that it isn’t that unusual to have anonymous (the clue is in the name) sex with someone and never even get to the exchanging of names, let alone numbers. Who cares? Well, about what a person is (name, job, etc) I don’t give a damn. About who they are—I’m in.

    So allow me to paint you a pretty picture of this meeting of sweaty souls: I see the guy standing against the wall in the dark corridor of the sauna. He was, of course, wearing only a towel. I am pretty forward and impatient by nature so I simply nodded to him to follow me into the ‘rest room’ (the clue is not in the name) and we locked the door behind us. Then something amazing happened.

    I lay on top of him. There was no penetration except for tongues in mouths. Our breath was laboured, bodies sweaty and spines on fire. We rhythmically moved in unison. No speaking, climax, sudden climax in unison and then, then—it happened: we both burst into tears.

    I’m gonna give you a minute to process that …

    Want to know what happened there? We made love. Simple. As. That.

    No need for penetration. No props required. Just two guys (or souls, if you are that way inclined) sharing their nakedness on every level. We did not need to speak about the tears, we just lay there holding each other quite happily until we didn’t need to hold on anymore. Then we exchanged pleasantries (which is probably when I discovered he was from Leeds) and went our separate ways. I wasn’t left with the urge to marry him, stalk him or bum him.

    I was left feeling content and, wait for it: completely sexually satisfied.

    So, dear reader: making love or shagging?

    That is entirely up to you.

    Until next time …

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  • Are YOU Getting It?

    Are YOU Getting It?

    Spilling the Beans from Inside the Sex Industry

    I am going to say something controversial. Brace yourself. Before you brace yourself, allow me to introduce myself—I’m Matt Chase, my work name is Matt-at-Lotus. I am a sex worker (although I prefer to be called a ‘sexpert’, go on, please …) who gets paid to have sex with mainly men but this sometimes depends on, you know, wind direction and the like (wink wink). I’m also a writer and trained in therapeutic interventions including counselling and psychotherapy. Now, are you bracing?

    Sex workers get paid to make love to their clients.

    I told you I was going to say something controversial.

    You see, I believe that you can make love on a one night stand. I also believe that you can pay for a lovemaking session and yes, I believe passionately that you can be paid to make love to someone. The thing about me is that I genuinely enjoy my job. As with all professions, some workers will just go through the motions for money and others will be doing the job of their dreams. I am doing the job of my dreams. Why? I am a man who gets paid to do what he loves to do—make love, teach guys how to have body orgasms (yes guys it is possible, call me), have sex (it’s slightly different from making love), massage sexually, share a laugh, have some fun, give some compassion and be a shoulder to lean on—everything I was born to do.

    I have always been very highly sexed. I was born with an innate gift of empathy and I have always had a knack of knowing just what another wants and needs between the sheets (or on the floor, up against the wall … you get the idea). Sex workers, it seems to me, get a bum deal (pun intended) when it comes to exactly what the world at large thinks we get up to.

    Actually, they have no idea.

    Once upon a Christmas, I was at an ‘office party’—a gathering of sex workers at the annual party thrown by the guy who runs a well-known Escort Listings site—and the conversation of course, moved onto our work. “I always find the real session starts after the sex, that’s when I become the client’s therapist” … “I love the elderly clients who have only just found the courage to accept themselves as gay” … “My disabled client last week told me an escort had turned him away! That’s so unprofessional” … “I love being an escort, there’s no job like it” … and the comments continued rolling from my colleagues’ tongues as I proceeded to make mental notes, you know, being a writer and all.

    The thing is, I have a confession to make. The Christmas party as mentioned was going to be my ‘goodbye and farewell’ to the industry as I prepared to concentrate on my ‘other’ lives of writing and doing odd jobs but then something happened. I fell in love all over again.

    I fell in love with my colleagues; the most professional, respectful and genuine people you are ever likely to meet. I fell in love with my job; a job that has never bored me, has always been safer than my other jobs (I was attacked with a knife when I was a nurse, bullied by my boss as a therapist, I could go on …) and yes I have to admit, pays very nicely thank you. I fell in love with my rebellious nature for you have to have balls to do this job and stand tall in a world where all sex workers are tarred with the same stigmatised brush. I remember once when the trainer in the gym asked me what I did for a living. “I’m a sex worker”, I replied. The poor man almost fell off the treadmill.

    What is it about sex that makes us so shy? Is it the sex? Or is it the intimacy? I say it again. Sex workers get paid to make love to their clients. Is it the make love bit that makes us so uncomfortable?

    I can feel a cause coming on. I can sense a heat burning from within and no, it isn’t a bladder infection. It’s rage—passionate, soulful, society-changing rage. Why?

    Because ‘they’ are trying to change the law.

    The ‘powers’ from within the corridors of representation (yes people, we elect them to represent us) are attempting to manipulate the system in order to criminalise men and women who pay for sex.

    So I say it again. Sex workers make love to their clients.

    Oh there’s nothing wrong with sex, don’t get me wrong and yes I do see very clearly that I do work a little differently than most sex workers, but I am deliberately pushing a point here. You cannot legislate against human emotion. You cannot do it. You also cannot legislate in order to control other people according to your own inhibitions. Society as a whole should not be given the power to stigmatise an entire profession on the basis of how they appear to be. Hence, the reason as to why I have written this article that shows you how it really is for me and my colleagues.

    Yes, there are many different aspects of prostitution and yes, there are serious issues such as exploitation, trafficking, drug use, among others that need addressing but there are already laws put in place to protect people from this (if it isn’t their choice) and there exist laws intended to protect children and vulnerable adults but they are not working. Introducing new laws—which equally will not work—has been challenged by academics, liberty groups and sex workers but their arguments are falling on deaf ears. A knee-jerk reaction by out-of-date governments is not the answer. It never was.

    If you do what you always did, you get what you always got. Find another way. If you would like some help in finding another way, why not ask a professional sex worker for some advice? Because we probably know more than you do. No offence intended, but let’s get to the root of the problem here: ignorance.

    I do the job I do because I am good at it. I am not female. I am not trafficked. I wasn’t abused as a child and I don’t use drugs. Well, apart from too much coffee but you gotta give me something …

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