prostitution

I was too young then to wear a wire, and the DA, a scary albino man, had me point to an ugly plain doll and tell him what happened.

Now I wake up every morning in a jail cell. I make my instant coffee and get ready for work. I press on toward the day I can go home and be with my kids. I don’t know when that will be.

It always fascinates me when men feel perfectly OK telling me they are violent and abusive. What are they even thinking? At the same time, I know it’s a test and though he’s acting casual, he’s waiting to see how I react to the idea of violence; of being afraid of a man I’ve just had sex with.

Why should prostitution be illegal? And, more specifically why should male prostitution be illegal?

"He had no intention of being a client, though. He’d come to rape me, and he said that if I screamed or struggled he would tell the police and the hotel that I was a prostitute."