The voice of an ex-prostitute:
rmott62.wordpress.com/
The more I learn about prostitution, the more I am against it. I used to be ambivalent but know too much to support this industry.
My car was flagged down one evening by a girl in the village where I used to live. A few cars had driven past her. She had had the skin of one of her hands ripped off in little shreds, apparently because she owed someone money.
She wouldn't let me drive her to the hospital and I ended up taking her home. She said she was going out that evening to prostitute herself because she needed money. What she needed was a trip to A&E.
Who the hell would have sex with someone whose hand was in that state? Someone would, clearly, because she was pretty confident that she would get her money that night. And she was so desperate for money to pay this person back that she was willing to go and stand out on the streets with her hand in a mess and sleep with whichever stranger came along that night.
The blog I've posted a link to above contains the painful writing of someone who was a prostitute for many years. She is still severely physically and emotionally traumatised.
Apparently the handbook for prostitutes in Amsterdam contains advice on how to inject your own vagina with anaesthetic in case it becomes too painful at the end of the day. Any career 'choice' that involves injecting yourself with anaesthetic to numb the pain ain't a good one in my book.
Legalisation and regulation will only serve to give men the message that they are entitled to buy a woman whenever they feel like it. And I am sick of listening to the (married) tossers I work with go on about how they've paid for sex abroad and how it doesn't matter because the girl loved it (obviously) and it didn't mean anything so therefore it wasn't cheating.