Comments on: FIVE

By: Lauri

Lauri — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 10:41:59 +0000

It’s amazing that you still have the kind of relationship in which you can talk about it with her at all, even now.

By: dirtygirl

dirtygirl — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 13:45:16 +0000

My mother, of course, was not happy. Every time it comes up (and keep in mind, I’m 50+, so it’s in the past) but everytime, she says “I didn’t know you were a prostitute”. I can’t blame her for forgetting. No matter what I think of the job, how it should be a viable alternative, who the f*&k are you to put your judgments on me, etc – I still don’t think I’d want my daughter to do it. I’d be worried for her safety, her sanity, her health. You only want the best for those you love – I can’t imagine what it’s like if you’ve given birth to someone you have to watch risk their life daily, which I did.

At the time, when I was dancing, which I don’t think she knew, I think she only knew I was bartending in topless clubs — and flushing my life down the toilet with drugs, booze and an endless stream of violent losers — we fought all the time. In retrospect, I can see she was fighting for my life…

By: Lauri

Lauri — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 09:53:44 +0000

Further to this, I know a lot of “normal” twenty-something girls who have quietly confided that they’ve taken money for sex at some point or another.

By: Lauri

Lauri — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 09:51:09 +0000

Ha! What’d your mother say?

(I know what mine would have said.)

By: dirtygirl

dirtygirl — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:14:56 +0000

“Prep School’s wallet comes out of his pocket just like it was in there on rollers” – Nice. Raymond Chandler would be proud of the verbage..

“What exactly am I holding onto when I stubbornly insist that “stripper” doesn’t automatically equal “prostitute?” I mean, it’s ok to be a prostitute, I guess… but I’m not one.” Fine line, eh? Just had this discussion with a) and old friend and b) my mother.

Discussing whether I was or was not a prostitute with my friend was infinitely easier. If I take money for sex, but don’t actually have sex – what am I? If I take money for sex that I would’ve had for free, and call that $300 worth of “cab fare” – what am I?

I know what I thought I was, and I know what the world thought I was…they weren’t always the same thing.