chauvinistsushi:

meepitperson:

Rape isn’t about uncontrollable sexual desire. You only have to listen in on a Call of Duty game to see that. When that kid crows, “I raped you!”, he’s not calling the other guy sexy; he’s saying he defeated him, dominated him, humiliated him. That’s what rape is about, and that should scare you.

gonna reblog this till I stop tumbling

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Q
i hope you had a wonderful day today gorgeous!!!
Anonymous
A

Haven’t had the best day to be honest but thank you :)


eartheld:

helicine:

how do i get this picture of myself tumblr famous

i want this tattooed on my back

eartheld:

helicine:

how do i get this picture of myself tumblr famous

i want this tattooed on my back

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ero-miki:

Putting down confident girls is not feminism

shaming sex workers is not feminism

"I’m not like other girls" is not feminism

slut shaming is not feminism

shaming BDSM practitioners is not feminism

misandry is not feminism

ignoring trans women’s rights is not feminism

(via sugar-nextdoor)


lisabonetscarf:

Leaking nudes is a form of sexual assault
Accessing and spreading a woman’s private images without her consent is a form of sexual assault

(via sugar-nextdoor)


if-i-go:

donde-esta-mi-queso:

If someone were to forcibly enter a woman’s house without her consent no one would go up to her and say “maybe if your house didn’t look so expensive this wouldn’t have happened, you should make it look less wealthy” so why is that if someone forcibly enters a woman without her consent they say “if you didn’t dress like a slut this wouldn’t have happened, you should dress more modestly”?

why doesn’t this have more notes

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Q
are you okay? did you do something nice for yourself today?
Anonymous
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I’ve been better today. I went for a hike and then ordered in a ton of pizza for myself so I guess that counts! Thank you for asking :)


Q
if your parents they actually understood what you're going through they would be so freaking proud of you. you are so young, yet so strong, confident, motivated, and in control of your life and your goals. you're inspirational.
Anonymous
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You really have no idea how much messages like these mean to me. This really makes me so happy. It’s unfortunate that sex work is so demonized and looked down upon. I do hope that my family comes around at some point. I’m proud of myself as well and feel like I’ve been doing so much good for myself so seeing them turn against me just feels like the worst form of rejection. It’s been difficult without their support but in a way I do feel that this will help me grow as a person- most likely for the better. Thank you for the kind words!❤️


Q
and we need more women who want to travel, and live a luxurious life. The rates vary but pay is about $300 per hour for your time. Is that something you might have an interest in doing? Also looking for a long term relationship but you must agree to live in Brazil. I'm liberal so you can continue to work on the side to support your luxurious lifestyle. gringojack gmail and the website is underconstruction girltravelguides
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Girls, feel free to take up on his offer instead of me. Sounds super luxurious and safe. I won’t be jealous, promise. Lmfao no but seriously what the hell is this? I wonder how delusional you’d have to be to expect a girl to drop everything and move to fuck knows where in Brazil just because some random creep of off of tumblr says she would make a measly rate of $300 per hour. Sure as hell doesn’t sound tempting to me.


lewdwithattitude:

Real talk: people who think sex workers are selling their bodies instead of providing a service are basic as hell

(via sugarcatlady)


before you send someone an ugly message perhaps exfoliate your skin, set some life goals and contemplate why you’ve reached this point


Q
Get a fucking real job. Sex "work" is not work. Stupid whore.
Anonymous
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Lol sex work is the oldest profession out there. Sorry you’re so insecure that you feel the need to try to put me down for what I do. Yes, I’m a whore, but am I stupid? Far from it. While you’re sitting behind that computer screen trying to make me feel bad (which isn’t working by the way) I’m counting the thousands of dollars I’ve made and providing an amazing life for myself. My job is very real and is allowing me to make 6 figures by the end of this year all while I’m still under the age of 20. At the end of the day, I’m going somewhere in life whereas your miserable self is going nowhere as long as you have that ugly heart of yours. What you say about others says a lot about yourself, remember that ;)


Q
I hate that it happened to you, but maybe now you'll think before you sell your body, dignity and pride for a few dollars and the unknown.
Anonymous
A

I know I said I wasn’t going to answer anons but you’re a scum bag for sending me this. Every job has risks, sex work included. This could have literally happened to anyone. I’m NOT selling my body, dignity or pride- I still have full ownership over all of those things. Educate yourself before you start spewing shit out of your whorephobic mouth. P.S. the ‘few dollars’ you mentioned just so happens to be thousands of dollars a week that allow me to live a life that your dumb, ignorant ass could only dream of living.


I honestly don’t know how to start writing this

It’s been over 2 months since the horrific incident with my ‘SD’ or client, whatever you want to call him. I’ve been staying away from everything sex work related since then. I didn’t want to come back until I was fully ready to, but in all honesty I’m still not ready and I don’t think I will be able to fully recover emotionally for a while, but I did feel like you all deserved an update post and I do want to come back because this is the only place I can get support as a sex worker. I’ve logged into tumblr probably twice within these past 2 months and I was overwhelmed with the hundreds of amazing supportive messages I’ve received from all of you. I really can’t express how thankful I am for having access to such an amazing community. The messages I have been receiving made me cry because I really didn’t realize how many people out there really cared and were willing to help out without being prejudice or cruel. Reason being because when all of this happened I was outed to family and a few close friends. Things have gone pretty much downhill since then and these past 2 months have been the worst 2 months of my life so far. I’m not able to go into extensive detail because of safety reasons + I don’t want to revisit what happened, but I will do my best to tell you as much as I can.

The day I wrote that post I was a complete mess. I felt like everything that happened was surreal and my mind was all over the place. I felt lost, scared, alone and I couldn’t stop crying for the life of me. The one thing I need to feel at all times is the sense that I’m in control, and that was completely taken away from me. I stated that I was going to call the police but I was such an emotional wreck that I wanted to wait for my roommate to come home. I was at home hyperventilating, shaking, pacing around and hysterically crying to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out. I wanted to call my parents more than anything. At that point I really just wanted my family to be there for me but knowing them I knew there was no chance they’d be ok with it and I wasn’t ready to be dealing with that stress over top of what had just happened. I didn’t know what to do or who to call so I just paced around for a good half an hour before my neighbors actually called the cops because I guess they could hear me. I was covered in bruises and I had cuts, scratches and a few gashes on me. I basically looked like I got beat up (which I did) but I wasn’t able tell them what happened because I was having a panic attack. I was very distraught and was barely able to function. The ambulance got called shortly after and I ended up going to the hospital. I got them to call my roommate and with that my parents got notified that I was there as well. I obviously did speak to the police but that’s not something I am able to get into. The entire thing was a complete blur. You know when you’ve been crying so hard for such a long time that you end up with a massive migraine and everything just seems fuzzy? That was what I felt like on top of being in a large amount of pain and feeling completely exhausted. I was there for 2 days. I did end up having a forensic examination but even just by looking at me you could obviously tell I had been through shit. I had some ‘minor’ injuries (bruises, scratches, cuts, a few odd marks) and then 2 bigger injuries being an anal fissure (basically a tear from him trying to anally penetrate me without lube) and 2 cracked ribs (which I’m assuming were from getting smacked against the corner of the bed.) My scalp was also bleeding because he tore out a few extensions. My body was just not in good condition, it ached all over and I felt totally broken. I’m just thankful that I didn’t suffer any injuries that would permanently damage my body- fast forward to now and my body has healed itself aside from some scars that can probably be lasered away. But that’s not what I care about- I want to be healed mentally because this past while has been a living hell. I have dreams of what happened, I have dreams of similar situations and I wake up crying nearly every day. I’ve been seeing a psychologist twice a week and I had to be put on anxiety and depression medication which I’m now trying to wean myself off of. They have been making me feel terrible and I would rather see my psychologist more often than shove more pills down my throat. They make me feel numb, tired and not super sad but not happy at the same time if that makes sense. I’m just there- but I don’t feel anything emotionally which can’t be good so I will be getting off them soon. My mental state is so important to me right now. For those of you that don’t know aside from escorting/sugaring I also work a part time corporate job that I’ve been lucky enough to get because of my parents. I haven’t been working at all due to being emotionally unstable. No sex work, no vanilla job, nothing. I’ve been cutting through my savings like a complete psycho. I’ve been shopping excessively, getting my hair, nails, everything done on a weekly basis and spending way too much on take out food. I know it’s a coping mechanism for me right now but it’s not doing me any good and I need to set things straight when I feel ready. My parents were very angry when they found out about me being a sex worker. They’ve cut me off completely financially and emotionally- the only things they’ve agreed to pay for is my lawyer, psychologist and half my rent. I’m not going to say anything more about that because that was a mess that I won’t be able to clean up for a while. They believe in tough love but it breaks my heart because my family is everything to me. I need them to be there for me right now and they’re not which is literally killing me. I understand that they’re hurt but I feel so alone right now and it feels as though they think I deserve the pain that I’m suffering because I ‘shamed’ the family. 

I know a lot of people are going to give me shit for this but I haven’t pressed charges against him YET. Reason being that this could go public if I did (he’s very well known in what he does) and he’s a very powerful man. Aside from that I’m not emotionally ready to add another weight onto my shoulders. There has been contact between us (not directly, my parents helped me get a lawyer.) His lawyer contacted us stating that he was offering a large sum of money if I could put this behind us and move on. I have never been so angry in my lifetime, I don’t think I can express how angry I am over all of this. Words can not describe how badly I just want to do the same thing he did to me, to him. No amount of money will ever make up for this and it just makes me feel so shitty that he even had the nerve to do that. I will not be accepting anything from him. I want to say that I really wish it was as easy as just pressing charges because I don’t want him to do this to anyone else, but you have to understand that it could backlash and it’s not as simple as it sounds. I can’t give you girls details. As much as I want to I just can’t for my own safety and privacy. What I will say is that he will pay for what he did eventually, I will make sure of that but as of right now I need to take my life back into my own hands.

I will be returning to sex work once I feel ready. A lot of you may think I’m crazy but let me tell you this. Every job has it’s risks. Stunt doubles, fighters, people that go to war- they all know the risks but they’re still willing to do their job. Sex work is no different. Aside from this one horrific experience and a few bizarre/unsettling ones, sex work has opened so many doors for me. I’ve met some amazing men, got to experience things and afford things that I wouldn’t have been able to had I not been a sex worker. I’ve been treating incredibly by 90% of my clientele. In fact I get treated better by most of these men than I do at my vanilla job. This was one very big unfortunate situation but it’s not like every man I meet after that will be the same. I will be taking more precautions and I won’t be seeing any SD’s as I can’t screen them, just clients.

On a side note I haven’t seen Mr. Bentley or any of my clients (obviously.) I told Mr. Bentley I needed some time apart as I had to deal with an unfortunate situation and he was very understanding. I actually contacted him today in hopes that he didn’t find a new replacement SB, and he said that he wants to see me when I’m ready so I’m quite happy about that.

I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you girls more (because there was a lot more obviously) but I hope this update will be enough. I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the support and incredible messages. You don’t understand how much those messages have helped me. The only person I can talk to about this in my personal life is my roommate, aside from that tumblr is the next best thing. Sex work can leave you feeling lonely at times and knowing that I have people who are there for me without judging or shaming me is more than I could ever ask for. I will be getting back to all the messages this week privately. I won’t be answering anons because I don’t want to fill up your dashes but please know that I will be reading through everything and I am truly grateful for every single word of support and love from you girls. I’m sending out all of my love to every one of you and I hope none of you ever have to go through something like this. Please stay safe and once again thank you<3


I got raped, violently handled and to top it off he took my money

I just got home a few hours ago. I woke up in a ton of pain, covered in bruises, scratches and bleeding from places I shouldn’t have been. I wasn’t able to leave and I don’t know how much detail I will go in because I’m in tears right now, but I’ll try my best to tell you girls as much as I can. Reason being this:

I need you girls to know that you make sure you do NOT trust ANY of these fucking men no matter how well you THINK you know them. He could be a well known public figure, it doesn’t fucking matter. Some of these men couldn’t give a flying fuck about what they do to you and they have a lot more power than you think. I don’t want anyone to be in the position I was in. I don’t want any of you girls to compromise your safety for anything.

I had background checked this guy so well. I found out everything about him. He’s a very well known public figure, good looking, charming, easy to talk to and very nice. He was everything you’d want to see in a SD (or at least I thought.)

We’ve been on 3 dates before- no sex. We had a lot of fun, we got along so well and the only red flag was that I felt like something wasn’t right with some of the things he said. It wasn’t exactly what he said it was how he said it. I just brushed it off as him just not communicating things very well.

We went for drinks at an upscale bar, then stopped by a restaurant to grab takeout and headed to his place. He had a beautiful gated house in a secluded neighborhood. When we got to his place I remember leaving my clutch somewhere on his kitchen counter (in it was my phone, the money he gave me, etc.) but I couldn’t remember 100% because I was distracted and thought I misplaced it. He assured me it was somewhere close and that I’ll find it before I left. 

EVERYTHING was fine up until we started having sex. As soon as we both got undressed he turned into a completely different person and it was terrifying. He was very dominant and was a bit too rough for my liking in the beginning, but nothing too horrible. I basically gave him the PSE which I wasn’t too happy about because I felt no pleasure from it, it was all about keeping his dick hard while fucking me like one of those girls from a hardcore porn scene. He finished and we went to bed.

He woke up shortly after we went to bed. I was awake the entire time because I felt uneasy and he literally had a death grip on me while I was trying to sleep with my head was on his chest. He basically wanted to fuck again which I denied but he got aggressive and I was scared so I just gave in because I didn’t know what he was capable of. May I mind you that he’s a former bodybuilder so he’s huge and very strong. No matter how hard I would try to shove him off I couldn’t. 110 pounds compared to probably 200+ pounds of muscle isn’t a fair match. The smacking, gagging and choking got out of hand and I told him to settle down because it was getting too painful and I wasn’t ok with it. This idiot acts as though I didn’t say anything and keeps going. I was so angry and tried my best not to cry because I felt like that’s what he wanted. He wanted that power over me.

I was smacked over and over- face, ass practically every body part you could think of. He pulled my hair so hard he ripped out some of my extensions. I was choked to the point where he left hand and scratch marks on my neck. I passed out twice. I was gagged more times than I can count, he throat fucked me to the point where I was actually on the verge of tears because I couldn’t breathe and was in so much pain that I thought there was no way I’d be able to handle any more of it. No matter how much I pleaded for him to stop, he wouldn’t. In fact he pinned me down harder and got way more aggressive whenever he saw me trying to resist. He would throw me into different positions, shoved and smacked me against the walls and headboard, shoved my head into the bed and pillows so that I couldn’t breath. After being fucked on the floor I was dragged by my legs back onto the bed. He tried to anally fuck me without lube. That is when I started crying and really started to plead him to stop because the pain was unlike anything I’ve felt before. I was in a position where I was able to elbow him and keep him at a far enough distance to where it was difficult for him to penetrate me so he gave up on it and went back to gagging me. When he finished he told me to go clean myself off in the bathroom. I probably spent an hour in there cleaning myself off, panicking and trying to figure out what I was going to do. I was so scared to come out I didn’t know what was going to happen as soon as I opened that door. I was bleeding in places I shouldn’t have bleeding in and the water burned the broken skin. I was so exhausted at that point (it was 4am and we got to his place at 9pm) that I couldn’t cry anymore. I knew that no matter how much I wanted to cry I couldn’t because he would use that opportunity to do something to me. I got out of the bathroom and quietly lay next to him until I fell asleep. In the morning I woke up in so much pain and spent probably another good hour or two in the bathroom trying to calm down. He wasn’t there and I could smell food so I assumed he was cooking breakfast or something. I was so dizzy and tired. He walked back into the room and in a completely normal tone of voice said ‘come down to the kitchen, I made us some breakfast.’ I came down and we both quietly ate breakfast while watching TV, he would make stupid remarks about the show we were watching but made no comment on the night before (or the fact that there were fucking bruises and scratches all over my body.) I was completely numb at that point and didn’t say a word because I didn’t want to piss him off. What got to me was when he said my real name. I haven’t told any of these guys my real name. He had the most disgusting grin on his face when he’d say my name and then he referred to something about my personal like and that’s when I started to get shaky and really nervous. This guy was a complete sociopath and he knew stuff about my that I’ve never told any of these men. I was trying to act as though I wasn’t frightened. My voice was shaking as I was talking but I was speaking very nicely and was doing everything in my power not to get on his nerves. When we were finished eating he called a cab for me and gave me $100 to get home. He then handed me my clutch. He had obviously looked through it. Inside was my ID (has my full name, address, everything on it.) My phone has a pass code on it but maybe he was somehow able to bypass it, or maybe saw me type it in and that’s how he knew the personal things about me. On the way home the money he gave me was no longer there. I’m so upset, scared and angry I don’t know what to do.

I can’t tell you how scared I was and I’m in tears typing this but I want you girls to realize that this can happen to anyone. I never thought in a million years something like this would happen to me. I took every precaution possible, I background checked him to a T and I thought I did everything to keep myself safe. I always thought ‘it can’t happen to me, no way’ but it did and I’m so scared and confused and I haven’t been able to stop crying since I got home. I don’t know what to do. He has something against me, he had access to my phone he knows where I live and I am so scared right now. Being a sex worker I don’t know how the police would act in a situation like this. Even with that aside, he wouldn’t have done this and acted so lightly on it if he knew there wasn’t a way to get away with it so clearly he must have planned this out and has a way to get out of it. My roommate is coming home from work in a few hours so I know I’m going to talk to her about it. This was all so surreal and uncalled for. I feel horrible and completely disgusted. I’m contacting my psychologist and scheduling an appointment as soon as I can.

I probably won’t be posting for a little while. I’m cancelling all of my appointments for the next 2 weeks and I won’t be doing anything sex work related for half a month or so. I know I’ll be going back eventually, but as of right now I need to have nothing to do with it.

I am pleading all of you girls to understand that no matter what safety precautions you take, that sex work will always be dangerous. It’s not all glamorous and exciting. It’s not a quick money fix. It’s not something you jump into without researching or taking the potential consequences into consideration. It’s not a safe job no matter how safe you try to make it.

I just want to sleep and clear my head, I’m not in a good state right now. I hope none of you ever have to go through something like this, or anything close to this, ever.

EDIT: I am contacting the police right now, reading over that I know there’s no way I’m letting him potentially do that to anyone else. He can expose me if he wants, I don’t care, he’s not getting away with any of this.