A working girl makes a plea for help

I was quite surprised and impressed by a resourceful working girl who employed a secondary ID to make the following post on the working girl message board shared with other Johns:

"I’m a working girl and am finding myself becoming more and more depressed. I’m not going to kill myself or anything, but depressed for having nobody to talk to (about life in this business). None of my friends know I’m a prostitute, neither does my family. I spend a lot of time alone. My days consist of working part time and then comming home to an empty apartment. guys try to talk to me all the time but I decline because I think they either won’t accept me because of this "2nd job" or that they will want to pimp me. I have friends from the legit job and from high school and college but they are more like acquaintances. There is nobody I feel I can sit down with and express how I feel. I’m in desperate need of counseling yet I don’t have any type of insurance and am quite strapped for cash, which is why I’m a working girl in the first place.

I take good care of my clients. I take plenty of shit from the jerks of the trade and I dearly thank those who treat me with respect. I guess I’m feeling trapped (suspect a lot of people out there feel the same). Trapped in my skin. Trapped in the same old rut. Trapped with nowhere else to go and no one to look forward to. I guess the only way I see to get out is to go to school, so eventually I can open up to people about (the rest of) my life.

I’m so depressed these days it is difficult to get up.

Love,

Lonely"

She is apparently someone whose business thrives via the internet but who is relatively ‘safe’ in having employed this secondary account in order to express herself deeply. Everything she says makes a lot of sense and there were scores of volunteers, both male and female, to give her somebody to talk to.

I can sure envision that the woman’s sense of herself is central to why she accepts no advances from guys in the ‘real’ world because if they’re always there and making an effort it seems that sooner or later somebody would intrigue her from that direction. Still it seems pretty impressive that she shuns those advances first before reaching the awkward points at which she’d have to explain her many discreet phone calls, odd hours, and considerable income (she tells later of making five times as much money moonlighting in the sex trade as she does at her legitimate job).

Interestingly enough I find myself considerably drawn to this person – even though I will likely never get to know her other online-business identity. This is a woman willingly showing her vulnerability and I find that I don’t need sexual images or expectations to be intrigued by that. Now she is likely to make telephone connections with other working girls in order to assuage her yearning for somebody in whom she can confide. Indeed they can relate directly to many of the limitations placed upon her life by this business, yet I don’t envision too many of them likely to want to take a sharp turn toward a better life anytime soon.

The economy at present isn’t helping anyone in similar straits and once a woman gets used to the idea of making considerable money through the sale of her sexual company it becomes pretty easy to continue. I’m sure it will be nice to bravely work out a friendship with other working girls but there are potential pitfalls in so doing. So often the drive for increased business on both sides puts a wedge between such real-life friends who double as working girls. The risk factor is considerable when each is armed with very personal details about the other, which often tend to spill out onto prostitution message boards in not-so-subtle fashion.

I do think that, most immediately, this woman should have the goal of releasing the pent-up frustrations in front of a listening ear, and as such it makes sense to extend the hand of friendship toward other working girls now and take what comes as a later result.

Hers was a fairly rare online posting which likely reflects the sentiments of many, many working girls throughout society. I don’t even sense that it is the men, themselves, who put the greatest strain on such women. I believe that a woman’s evolving sense of herself becomes the most difficult thing for her to live with once she crosses the line of becoming a paid sexual companion.

It seems sort of weird for Johns, too, in that these very same women first agree to share with us that for which we have been yearning since our teenage years and then require that they be allowed to remain little more than living, breathing, plastic-like sexual companions during the process.

It’s as if they squelch any and all sense of individuality while providing the sex that we desire, and then return home and react from within to their inability (and unwillingness) to express themselves as individuals. I’m all for that woman expressing how she really feels as I thrive from just the skin-to-skin touching for which I always yearn…

Naturally I was drawn to her, anonymously, upon reading that plea for help.

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On another subject, it seems that the last girl I had sex with, described here nearing two months ago now, is somebody whose time as a working girl has been set back by her being "pimped" inefficiently by some lowlife who probably doubles as her boyfriend or "fuckbuddy" at the very least.

She keeps posting these thoughtless, mindless ads (or, rather, he keeps posting them on her behalf) and they continue to draw harsh critiques from the men in the online audience. So far nobody else aside from yours truly has opted to post any sort of a review for her and that is a sad commentary after nearly two months.

I liked her a lot and would happily see her again if I could guarantee that some "pimp" wouldn’t show up and ruin my day. I would also endorse her to others if I could count on their being safe while they enjoyed her sexual company. The girl seemed to know her way around the sex part, but did seem quite new when it came to selling her sex for cash.

Interestingly enough I can’t think of anybody else I’d prefer to see than her, yet I remain hesitant to even e-mail her given the chance that the pimp is the one fielding the e-mail.

I’m glad OD is back up.