These are irreconcilable perceptions, with irreconcilable premises. Of course the circumstances must matter, you say. No, they do not, because we are talking about the use of the mouth, the vagina, and the rectum. The perception exists that street-walking prostitutes are unique among their kind in that they are the only women in the business who suffer daily degradation.
They certainly suffer the consequences of being regarded as the lowest of the low, but it would be very wrong to assume that degradation is restricted to the red-light zones. There are no such restrictions in prostitution. Contrary to this misinformation, it is just as possible and just as customary to be humiliated in a five-star hotel.
Indeed, sometimes when you are dealing with a particular type of man, with a particular type of mindset, you are far worse off finding yourself with him in environs of opulence: some wealthy men not all, thank God communicate to you that you ought to feel yourself privileged to be there, regardless of how immaculately and expensively dressed and made-up you may be.
There was a sense of entitlement with those men that actually increased with every pound they paid you. Of course, in some men this attitude was simply a reflection of their general arrogance and inhumanity; in the majority of men who treated me this way though, it was clear that they got off in the sexual sense on humiliating me, on making me feel powerless, on giving me to feel and understand that I was there for one reason and one reason only—so that my body would be used as a receptacle for their sperm.
After I began working indoors in , I found that it was not safer as far as violence was concerned though it was certainly safer in terms of avoiding arrest but the degradation was just the same and often worse. The truth is there is nothing classy about the exchange of money for sex and the environs where it takes place are powerless to influence that.
