Let's start at the very beginning

I guess I have the typical background of a typical girl who ends up in the sex industry. If you want to think there is such a thing as a typical sex worker.

That's right, I said sex worker. Now the ideas and images are swimming through your mind. What has this wild, slutty girl been up to? But it's not like that. I want to share my story in hopes that one day it might help someone else. Maybe just one little girl. Maybe a million. But sharing my story will help someone, I know that much.

So at this point you're asking what I've been up to. What kind of dirty, nasty things did I do as a sex worker? I use the term sex worker loosely. I never worked as an escort, a hooker, a prostitute, a lady of the night or any other label you want to put on me. There is a big, wide world that fits into the realm of sex work and you'll discover over the coming weeks what it means to me.

A side note about prostitution. Even though I didn't work as a prostitute, I know a lot of women who have. I don't judge those girls. I think prostitution is a very important service in these times of loneliness and disconnection. The reasons I didn't sell my body for money weren't from a moral perspective. I don't think there is anything morally wrong about sex work in any shape or form. You're probably balking right now at the very idea that I don't think it's wrong to sell sex. But I don't. And I don't think you should, either. But that's your choice. The reason I never became a hooker is because it's an unsafe job. I didn't want to expose myself to disease and I didn't want to expose myself to the violence associated with prostitution. The act of selling sex makes perfect sense to me. But the humiliation, discrimination and objectification was something I didn't want to expose myself to.

I never got around to telling you what led me down this path. More on that later.