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Well, I'm not the best person to ask.

As I said earlier. My main source of income was begging for money. Prostituting was a last resort.

And since I live in a country with legal, regulated, organized prostitution, the only guys who solicit girls off the street rather than go to a brothel are the real scumbag ones.

Hence my extreme hatred of them.
Oh shit, my bad, I hope I didn't offend you, I certainly didn't mean too.

It's legal and regulated and dudes still pick up chicks off corners?
Stupid question, but how does that work, if you know....? I mean, is there a minimum-wage? Unions?

I def get the hatred.
 
Oh shit, my bad, I hope I didn't offend you, I certainly didn't mean too.

It's legal and regulated and dudes still pick up chicks off corners?
Stupid question, but how does that work, if you know....? I mean, is there a minimum-wage? Unions?

I def get the hatred.

Well I live in australia, and this varies state by state, so my experiences are limited to the state of New South Wales.

There most all forms of prostitution provided it involves adults is legal. There are brothels that have to follow various regulations involving health and safety and yes, minimum wage, like any other job.

There's also women who operate essentially as self employed sole traders. Usually via the internet.

Then there's street prostitution, while prostitution is legal in most of the country street prostitution mostly is not. New South Wales is an exception.

With a few limitations solicitation is legal, provided again all the usual age restrictions are in play, it isn't near certain excluded areas (like schools, hospitals and such).

Begging is similar, illegal in much of the country, but not new south Wales fortunately.

Since legal regulated prostitution exists, most people wanting to pay for sex are obviously gonna do that. It's safer, for them and the sex workers.

But yes, some scum of the earth guys would rather pick up desperate looking women off the street. They obviously realize we are a lot less likely to say no to degrading shit that other sex workers wouldn't put up with.

When I was homeless I had guys often try and pick me up. Most of the time I just said no. But when you're a heroin addict generally sooner or later you'll take risks and do things you otherwise wouldn't dream of. Cause it's either do that then go have your shot, or don't and probably be sick all night until hopefully you can make enough money the next day.
 
Well I live in australia, and this varies state by state, so my experiences are limited to the state of New South Wales.

There most all forms of prostitution provided it involves adults is legal. There are brothels that have to follow various regulations involving health and safety and yes, minimum wage, like any other job.

There's also women who operate essentially as self employed sole traders. Usually via the internet.

Then there's street prostitution, while prostitution is legal in most of the country street prostitution mostly is not. New South Wales is an exception.

With a few limitations solicitation is legal, provided again all the usual age restrictions are in play, it isn't near certain excluded areas (like schools, hospitals and such).

Begging is similar, illegal in much of the country, but not new south Wales fortunately.

Since legal regulated prostitution exists, most people wanting to pay for sex are obviously gonna do that. It's safer, for them and the sex workers.

But yes, some scum of the earth guys would rather pick up desperate looking women off the street. They obviously realize we are a lot less likely to say no to degrading shit that other sex workers wouldn't put up with.

When I was homeless I had guys often try and pick me up. Most of the time I just said no. But when you're a heroin addict generally sooner or later you'll take risks and do things you otherwise wouldn't dream of. Cause it's either do that then go have your shot, or don't and probably be sick all night until hopefully you can make enough money the next day.

Okay, thanks for taking the time to explain to me!

Begging is legal here, but they're cracking down on it, which in my opinion, is so fucking stupid and inhumane I can't find the words to express it.

Oh, shit. Yes. I blame heroin for a lot of the bad shit I've done, though I know each and every shitty thing was a choice.
Scams and schemes, breaking into offices and helping my d-boy with collecting money.
Before I met him, I copped from a woman, and sure as shit the thought of offering sex for a fix hit me when I was broke.
Luckily I never had to. I'm a good thief, for better or worse.
Anyway, I don't even think she would've done it, had I offered myself up; it feels like a douchy-dude thing to do.


How are you doing today? Still in the grips of H?
 
@Atelier3 I completely agree with what you say about the power imbalance, but I'd come to the opposite conclusion to you. it is better from my perspective that someone sells their body to someone who is going to be respectful regardless of the power imbalance, rather than abuse it. i'd prefer a punter like you to one that tries to fuck you without a condom (in the end i learned to not take bookings from anyone who even asked this, cos they all try, though i did go through a phase of just charging £30 extra when i was at a really low point) or expects you to do a load of stuff for free on the basis of promised future work.
 
@Atelier3 I completely agree with what you say about the power imbalance, but I'd come to the opposite conclusion to you. it is better from my perspective that someone sells their body to someone who is going to be respectful regardless of the power imbalance, rather than abuse it. i'd prefer a punter like you to one that tries to fuck you without a condom (in the end i learned to not take bookings from anyone who even asked this, cos they all try, though i did go through a phase of just charging £30 extra when i was at a really low point) or expects you to do a load of stuff for free on the basis of promised future work.
Thanks. It’s so hard to know how one’s actions are really affecting the other person.

One thing I took as a positive sign I wasn’t totally despised by these women was when management banned consuming meth on the premises after a dickhead tweaker smacked one woman around after she tried to take a break after giving him a non-stop 3 hour blowjob and he still hadn’t come.

Apparently there was a case made by a couple of the women I am most friendly with to grant me an exception which management duly granted. Not good for my health and sanity but it gave me hope I was genuinely liked and trusted there. But then again that might just be because I was the brothel equivalent of what casinos call a ‘whale’.
 
fuck me a 3 hour blowjob sounds viciously painful!

i would take that as a very good sign- it means they liked your business enough to not want to put you off coming. if as @JessFR mentioned, you're in a state where brothels are legal and there are health and safety regulations, then i doubt the management would risk liability for violence towards the women for a quick buck from you if they perceived ytou as any type of risk.
 
I'm also sorry if I didn't post this thread in the appropriate spot. I'm new to this and have no idea what I'm doing. I'm struggling right now with alot of changes in my life and reaching out for support for the first time in an online setting.
My heart goes out to you and hope you find the support you’re looking for.
 
Couldn't that be said of the drug abuse in general? Obviously I didn't want to be strung out, and I was more or less forced into the situation. I could have left, yes. I could have told him to fuck off, I also could have never started using heroin in the first place. But once you are deep in an addiction, and living with and supporting another addict who you yourself are in love with, I feel logical choices kind of go out the window. I definitely wasn't in my right mind, and the constant push to "hustle" and make as much money as I possibly could was exhausting and wore me down a considerable amount.

Everything you're saying does sound exactly like the worries that my current boyfriend has with it. He has actually said, " why couldn't you just work a normal job or busk or fly a sign?" I didn't just wake up one day and decide to strip. And once I was stripping I didn't just wake up and decide to turn tricks.

And trust me, I still regret it. I still feel like a whore who is probably used up and not worthy of love from a wonderful man. l'm shocked my dude even stuck around after I told him. I do feel like I'm an inherently good person, and I care deeply for him and want to spend my life with him. I just don't know if as you put it my lifestyle choices, are valid and deserve to be overlooked if we are to move forward in our relationship.

What you've said is very helpful to hear because I think that's exactly where my dude's mindset it. Thank you.

Absolutely. But not everybody who abuses drugs turns to things you decided to do. Away from any stigma, dehumanization, general toxic stuff that doesn't actually help someone, there was a decision to do what you did. Why that decision was made is entirely down to you to comprehend and then determine what you want to do going forward. There will always be people who support you, love you, care for you, want the best which can really prevent things really falling apart. Having said that, all the love and care in the world, the best relationship, anything that you see as being amazing and brings you everything you need - cannot fill the voids that makes up the life you chose to live. And it won't transform your future all it/themselves. When it comes down to that, that's why I would be concerned because it's whether the person actually really understands themselves and has made sufficient progress to understand the past doesn't have to be the present or the future. We are doomed to repeat the things we never learn from. The question is; have you learned from your experience(s)? Is this the line in the sand and the other side is the life you really want to live where you don't have to do the things you previously did to get by? As someone who really would take someone seriously and give them all the time in the world, I'd want to know at the very least how much awareness this person has. I've experienced my fair share of drug use/abuse. I got brought up in a really shady area where drug use was a rite of passage for most kids, as was causing as much mischief as possible in the area. Anyone from the North of the UK who lived in isolated rural areas will tell you what the nineties brought in terms of possibilities for kids. This was before social media connected everybody, before decent internet existed (for us anyway). We didn't get digital TV until the very last roll-outs began. You towed a fine line between a dark and small world and being a 'good' kid in the eyes of society and nobody seemed to win regardless of how good you were meant to be.

You could say there was lots of trauma and suffering at the core of the culture I lived my childhood in. I went through self destructive spirals where I'd sell everything for a bag of weed. I'd not eat properly and then take a sh*t load of speed and then I'd ask to borrow small amounts even while I was still loaded on the last stuff. Pretty much spent a long time unable to function without basing my daily reality on drug induced experiences. It all sent me away from a fairly brutal childhood where I was, you could say, abused to the point where I'd have been taken from my adopted family and put back in the system until I was given a suitable home. Drugs were my way out. I never sold myself. But I sold my soul for a very long time.

What I'm saying in all this is... if I was to meet my previous self right now and have a relationship with that person, would I? No. Not a million years. Back then I thought I was doing everything right and lived in the mindset that it was someone else or something else's fault other than my own. I couldn't realize in those times in my life that I was the one CHOOSING to continue living a life that was destroying me. Even though, shit, of course loads had happened to me and people understood that and saw why I was like I was. It might have been even been an excuse for a while for me to go off the rails. It didn't actually make the reality of me being like that any different nor did it change anything. It simply made the people I should have been around who were better in mind and body and on a better path run a mile from me. All that was left was the pieces of sh*t that wanted me to stay in the ghetto, gutter, bottom of the barrel forever where they could laugh at me while refusing to accept they themselves were in the same very position as me they were just so lost they couldn't even see it anymore.

It's owning these choices you made and accepting responsibility for them.
No matter how much you've been hurt. No matter how much you've been through. No matter what you've done you can ALWAYS change the trajectory of your life. You could sell car insurance or sell yourself. Both people go home and the only person whose left to deal with what remains in their mind is themselves. The difference is which one is actively attempting to listen to themselves, do what needs to be done and working on making the past exactly that - past, who sleeps soundly. The past is not the past if it keeps repeating itself. It's just the present on repeat. You could argue the present is really on repeat if you want to get deep but you get my point (I think, maybe I'm rambling..).

You need to own your shit. That is a very attractive trait to have in anybody who is healthy, present and available to all life has to offer. Someone who owns their shit so much that it actually becomes what defines them in all the best ways. You could use what you've been through as the foundations for how strong you are, how courageous, how passionate, how committed you are to things in your life and then utilize all that energy in smashing through your goals. What 'broke' you (if you want to say that) can now be used to fix you because all that you did and were capable of doing in those dark times is still the same stuff you need when shit isn't broken. It can be turned around and make you, instead of break you, if... you let it.

That's when your past doesn't define you today because people can change, you can change, we all can change, and so who you were back then is not who you are today. Of course, the dilemna with this is the evidence of that change. And that I firmly believe is what anybody in sound mind and self respecting, self loving, and with grounded values and principles wants to see. Having said that, you don't even need to bring your past up in relationships moving forward, or in any situation. Again, if you have changed and things are different, the past remains where it is and people will see you how you appear to them. You might be surprised to find that people see you completely differently to what you see yourself. The last relationship I had was with an amazing woman, a psych nurse, so loving and committed and lively, confident, innocent (compared to me anyway) and it was just what I needed to get myself out of the mindset that I can see, and people will only see me, based on my past. Coming from a dark upbringing in a rural town in North UK where there is lots of deprivity and where I witnessed most relationships being based on toxic, abusive, superficial foundations, to meeting someone who at one point I would have thought was out of my league and completely grounded compared to how I had been for most of my life. It really put into perspective that I had a choice to be f*cked up. Someone else was able to see something I never saw in myself. And I guess it's based on the fact that if you've actually got it in you to get beyond your past and not be defined by it, other people will see that and even though they may not see what is beneath it, they will see the goodness, the positivity, the potential, the person you are beyond your life story.

I lost that girl, and I deserved it. My head was all over and was still reeling from some serious family issues that I got around by essentially being a prick. That was enough for her to leave, quite rightfully so. But it made me realize that I was capable of having the things I never thought were possible. One woman had come around and made me feel love for the first time in my life and made me see why I did what I did and I did everything because I was hurting. That hurt then poured out onto her, as well as others in the past. People don't want nor like that, not good people anyway.

Piece everything together, do the work and whatever happened in the past doesn't spill over into today. Which means that relationships with others are not defined, moreover, dictated to by that past of yours. In which case, a mans feelings for you will be based on how he sees you in this very moment, not based on the creeping up of your past if your past dictates your present and this relationship with him.
 
Okay, thanks for taking the time to explain to me!

Begging is legal here, but they're cracking down on it, which in my opinion, is so fucking stupid and inhumane I can't find the words to express it.

Oh, shit. Yes. I blame heroin for a lot of the bad shit I've done, though I know each and every shitty thing was a choice.
Scams and schemes, breaking into offices and helping my d-boy with collecting money.
Before I met him, I copped from a woman, and sure as shit the thought of offering sex for a fix hit me when I was broke.
Luckily I never had to. I'm a good thief, for better or worse.
Anyway, I don't even think she would've done it, had I offered myself up; it feels like a douchy-dude thing to do.


How are you doing today? Still in the grips of H?

Well, eventually things got really really bad. It got harder to cope with prostituting and begging. My BF kept fucking shit up every time he got benzos. Getting us robbed and shit.

I tried to get him to realize that I was gonna leave if something didn't change. But he didn't, and it didn't. So eventually I called my mom asking for help getting out of that life. I never told her exactly what I'd gotten into but she knew I was a homeless heroin addict.

She gave me the money and resources and help to get off heroin and into a methadone program, then I left the state and spent the following 2 years off heroin.

This last year I relapsed, 2020s been a real crappy year in many respects for a lot of us. But I'm still on methadone and I don't intend to let things wind up like they did before.

Right now I haven't had a shot of heroin in 2 months. I plan to use it maybe one more time then try and stay off it for the coming years. Guess we'll see how it turns out.
 
Well, eventually things got really really bad. It got harder to cope with prostituting and begging. My BF kept fucking shit up every time he got benzos. Getting us robbed and shit.

I tried to get him to realize that I was gonna leave if something didn't change. But he didn't, and it didn't. So eventually I called my mom asking for help getting out of that life. I never told her exactly what I'd gotten into but she knew I was a homeless heroin addict.

She gave me the money and resources and help to get off heroin and into a methadone program, then I left the state and spent the following 2 years off heroin.

This last year I relapsed, 2020s been a real crappy year in many respects for a lot of us. But I'm still on methadone and I don't intend to let things wind up like they did before.

Right now I haven't had a shot of heroin in 2 months. I plan to use it maybe one more time then try and stay off it for the coming years. Guess we'll see how it turns out.
I didn’t know you are a female.

keep up the good working staying off heroin.
 
Well, eventually things got really really bad. It got harder to cope with prostituting and begging. My BF kept fucking shit up every time he got benzos. Getting us robbed and shit.

I tried to get him to realize that I was gonna leave if something didn't change. But he didn't, and it didn't. So eventually I called my mom asking for help getting out of that life. I never told her exactly what I'd gotten into but she knew I was a homeless heroin addict.

She gave me the money and resources and help to get off heroin and into a methadone program, then I left the state and spent the following 2 years off heroin.

This last year I relapsed, 2020s been a real crappy year in many respects for a lot of us. But I'm still on methadone and I don't intend to let things wind up like they did before.

Right now I haven't had a shot of heroin in 2 months. I plan to use it maybe one more time then try and stay off it for the coming years. Guess we'll see how it turns out.
Habbar sabbar (a figure of speech in Sweden regarding benzos; translates roughly into "benzos ruins everything")...

Fuck, that is true grit (Is that how you apply the word 'grit'? What I mean is, I'm impressed, very strong of you, and kodus to your mother)!
Relapses seems to be part of the process. I've been clean since june/july - this is the longest I've gone without any opiate for six years.
Before this, I'd ALWAYS slide back after 2-3 months of being clean.

Yeah, 2020 sucked ass.

I was about to get on the tex or done-program, but I started out abusing subutex and tramadol, so I know that for me, buprenorphine might as well be heroin. I don't want to touch another opiate, ever again. Okay, if I can get a nice chunk of opium come summer, I'll savor that.
Otherwise, I'm saving heroin for my D-day.

How do feel about being on methadone? I never got on it since I felt it would just be me trading one opioid for another.
I'm absolutely not judging, I'm just curious as to how your thoughts revolve around this?
I know shit would've been easier had I got in a program, but then I would be stuck with done or tex right now.

I'm happy to hear you made it out of that toxic lifestyle. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
I wish you all the best and I hope you don't get hypnotized by the needle again.
 
This has been a most excellent thread dealing with important issues. Lets be careful to keep it on topic. Sex workers and how men feel about them.
 
Habbar sabbar (a figure of speech in Sweden regarding benzos; translates roughly into "benzos ruins everything")...

Fuck, that is true grit (Is that how you apply the word 'grit'? What I mean is, I'm impressed, very strong of you, and kodus to your mother)!
Relapses seems to be part of the process. I've been clean since june/july - this is the longest I've gone without any opiate for six years.
Before this, I'd ALWAYS slide back after 2-3 months of being clean.

Yeah, 2020 sucked ass.

I was about to get on the tex or done-program, but I started out abusing subutex and tramadol, so I know that for me, buprenorphine might as well be heroin. I don't want to touch another opiate, ever again. Okay, if I can get a nice chunk of opium come summer, I'll savor that.
Otherwise, I'm saving heroin for my D-day.

How do feel about being on methadone? I never got on it since I felt it would just be me trading one opioid for another.
I'm absolutely not judging, I'm just curious as to how your thoughts revolve around this?
I know shit would've been easier had I got in a program, but then I would be stuck with done or tex right now.

I'm happy to hear you made it out of that toxic lifestyle. Thank you for sharing your experiences.
I wish you all the best and I hope you don't get hypnotized by the needle again.

Methadone no less than saved my life.

As bad as shit had gotten, with homelessness and begging all day and prostituting.. I still wouldn't have been willing to go through withdrawal.

I woulda just keep using, prolly till I wound up dead or in jail.

Methadone gave me another option. And I've never once regretted taking it.
 
This has been a most excellent thread dealing with important issues. Lets be careful to keep it on topic. Sex workers and how men feel about them.

Seems to me how women feel about it is a pretty natural tangent that's inevitably going to be a part of such a thread.
 
Methadone no less than saved my life.

As bad as shit had gotten, with homelessness and begging all day and prostituting.. I still wouldn't have been willing to go through withdrawal.

I woulda just keep using, prolly till I wound up dead or in jail.

Methadone gave me another option. And I've never once regretted taking it.
Fucking awesome to hear.
I turned to kratom for a few months, I have to admit though.

I'm off opiates, but stuck on Valium. But that's my "methadone" - it's what got me out of the house after over a year of isolation and paranoia, terror and anxiety. I'm ok with being addicted to that shit. I don't abuse it. I don't get high - I just function.
So I understand what you mean.

Keep it up Jess, you're a fucking role model for people who wants to get out of the game.
Hearing stories such as yours breaks my heart and mends it at the same time.

Stay safe :)
 
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