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Daisy Enjoys Reading:
My name is Daisy Loveless and I am a career sex worker. While sex worker as a term can be used to describe almost anyone who works as a provider in the adult service industry - from prostitutes to phone sex operators to strippers to porn actresses - and does not always indicate that someone sells sex for a living, there is no point in hiding behind the language. Some folk out there would call me a prostitute while others might call me a call girl or something else along those lines. Personally the label I am most a fan of is hooker, but explaining why would drown all the fun out of the word itself which would be unfortunate.
For those curious about the title, the euphemism Serving Lunch was an old phrase used in the carnival girl shows of the past, there and elsewhere I suppose? It was intended to imply that a particular performer was selling sex to her customers, or serving up lunch, which gives new meaning to the old phrase: no such thing as a free lunch. The purpose of this weblog is to journal and chronicle my experiences as a full service provider. Hopefully these chronicles will serve to normalize the adult service industry for at least a few more people out there, making things a little more easy for all of us out there who are working to make a living just like everyone else. It is not meant to make vast and altogether sweeping generalizations about the great difficulties or empowerments faced and tackled by the American sex worker, though these things may come up now and again, nor do I intend to use it to promote illusions about the industry in one direction or another. For some people the situation is horrible and for others it is just marvelous, and for most of the situation falls somewhere in between those extremes. I would like to think that mine is one of those positive experiences and this journal is about those experiences on the job as an outlaw hooker. The names have been changed to protect the generous.
Currently in the United States the adult service industry is experiencing various degress of legality, and a person cannot rely on laws remaining the same across jurisdictions. In some portions of the country selling sex is not only legal but part of the local culture, whereas in other areas a girl who sells sex is looking at some jail time and some pretty substantial fines. Even those who work in the more legitimate corners of the industry work only at the mercy of local law enforcement and even the cleanest provider in the world is at risk for being hit with charges of prostitution and solicitation. Then there are all the standard risks that come along with the job, risks which are considered acceptable by many large segments of the American population, not the least of which being rape and murder. Because of these issues of legality and culture the average sex worker occupies a liminal space between valued provider and despised outlaw.
This is unacceptable because it not only makes the lives of hard working women difficult, women whose jobs contribute a dramatic and substantial amount of money to an economy in steep decline, but because it also affords less than ethical individuals the ability to take advantage of women without fear of significant legal repercussion. In other words the whole system is fucked and needs to be changed. Fortunately there are some wicked awesome women and men out there fighting to change the system, and I am pleased as punch to be standing alongside them, but in the meantime both I and my sisters remain the outlaws you love to despise.
Folk Mentioned Here
THE SEVEN: The local stripclub where several of my friends dance and where I can often be found drinking and decompressing after the work week is finished. Most of my local friends work at the Seven Year Itch and although I have tried to get work there myself I have been unsuccessful for the most part. It is a quiet little stripclub where not much happens, but the people who work there all have good attitudes and there is minimal hustling so it has more of a hometown watering hole atmosphere than most stripclubs. It was previously known as Buffalo Station in this journal, except that Buffalo Station was an actual club in Montana and so I had to change the name to prevent confusion. The name comes from an awful Marilyn Monroe movie just like the actual club name.
ELIZABETH: The agent who handles all of my phone calls for me, often pretending to be me in the process. The anonymous hot voice on the other end of my phone and text messages. She is more than nice and often makes the day much easier to tolerate even when business is in the dumps, and I sometimes like to fantasize about what it would be like if the two of us were to meet. Dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts. I adore working with her and if it were not for her I think that I would go independent again.
JONAH: Long distance romantic interest and friend whom I met during a summer camping festival. I have the super mega hots for him and consider him potential boyfriend material. He knows what I do for a living and seem to be okay with it, in part because of the distance between us. Jonah is invested in Ukrainian American culture and is liberal and progressive but very religious. He also possesses one of the most narrow but solid musculatures I have ever seen, a smaller man but far stronger than he appears. Most important is the fact that he is one of very few people who can actually get me off during fucking. We must have our priorities, after all.
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