Tell Me Who Your Friends Are and I Will Tell You Who You Are

One of my mom’s favorite sayings was, “Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are.”  She was adamant that I chose my friends wisely.  And, she was right for doing so.  In fact, I would go as far to say that you have to be selective in who you choose to interact with at all times.

One thing I’ve learned from the sex industry is that you can put a twist to her saying and it’s still rather telling-
Tell me who you are and I will tell you who your friends are not.

Although being in the business is only one aspect of my life, it’s still a part of my identity and that puts me in a category of people that are often generalized against.  I have to be extremely cautious of who I consider a friend.  At the end of the day, my friends are my bloodline, they are my support system and family.

As a sex worker, I’ve lost friends by exposing my secret life and being associated with the stigma of the industry.  It’s the idea that sex workers are opportunists, that they’re conniving and selfish, dirty and unstable. And, to be frank, I believe the friends I lost were ignorant to my true character.

The first time I saw the judging eyes of society was when I was 19.  I was living alone in a small one-bedroom apartment and just starting out in life.  I found myself in a position where the first of the month was quickly approaching and I did not have the money in my pocket to keep my apartment.  With a weak educational background, no financial support from my family, limited experience in the workforce, and an abused, ridiculously small ego, I fervently believed that I had little choice but to use my sexuality to make money.  So, I danced at a club to pay my rent, and I will never forget the reaction I got.

I admit that I was naive for thinking that I wasn’t going to lose anything by stripping.  In my mind, the only risks were in the club where grabby, drunk men who would try to get away with breaking house rules (I mean, one man did idiotically try to insert a filthy dollar bill directly into my vagina), but I never would have imagined that people who already knew me rather well were going to think less of me for stripping.  When I nonchalantly told a friend of mine that I was dancing, word spread like wildfire and the next thing I knew, some of my so-called “friends” didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

It really did break my heart to know that I did nothing to hurt other people, that I was trying to keep a roof over my head, that this was the only way I knew how to come up with money without doing anything illegal, yet people didn’t care what my reasons were.  The mere act of taking my clothes off for money deemed me unworthy of their presence.

History has a tendency to repeat itself and only three months ago, after investing my life savings on a startup one year prior, I decided to work at a BDSM dungeon because it gave me the flexibility and potentially high payout to be able to support myself while I pursued personal endeavors.  As a responsible adult who had already proven her character, I didn’t think much would happen when I told a friend of 10 years about what I was doing.  Well, it turns out that some people believe that working in the BDSM world equates to a lack of morals.  Despite all the good things I did in the 10 years we were friends, my involvement with BDSM, made me a person with, in his exact words, “no integrity.”  (Completely irrelevant but interesting: This was also a man who was asking me for sex tips on how he could spice things up in bed with his wife.  Imagine what she would have thought about that conversation!)

I don’t hate people for not understanding my life decisions. I’m mature enough to know that I’ve chosen this path and I’ve assessed the benefits and disadvantages of walking it. I believe that most people want to succeed and they pursue what they want based on what they think is best for them.  For me, I don’t see any other way to make ends meet, I’ve tried many alternatives and this is the way that I see myself being happy in the end.  People think I do what I do because I don’t have respect for myself but I do it because I do have respect for myself, and this is a way out of a life that I refuse to settle for.

To say a sex worker is a person with no integrity, however, is unacceptable.  Are there sex workers out there with questionable ethics? Absolutely!  But, this doesn’t mean that all of us do not have a soul.  Sex work is exactly what it sounds like it is, it’s work.  And the term sex worker is just a title. Like other people who have jobs, we are not all the same.  I’m sure that there are investment bankers out on Wall Street that are not corrupt, that there are attorneys who sincerely advocate truth and justice, and on the contrary, doctors who are ill-intentioned, and teachers who take advantage of our youth.

If your ignorance keeps you from being able to think that you and I are on the same level from a moral standpoint, then say whatever you need to say to make yourself feel big and mighty, I’m sure it helps you sleep better at night.

I’m a sex worker. And, if that makes anyone think he or she is better than me, then that person, to say the least, is certainly not my friend.

21 thoughts on “Tell Me Who Your Friends Are and I Will Tell You Who You Are

  1. Bunny, I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog. I find your outlook and attitude refreshing and sincere. As a novelist, I’m always interested in folk who have unusual backgrounds and/or professions. Yours certainly qualifies! Who knows, I may need to ask for your input to give a future fictional character some realism. Just because I make shit up for a living doesn’t mean I’m not a good person (although “good” is incredibly subjective). The same can be said for *any* profession, although I have my doubts when it comes to politicians. I suppose there are some honest ones out there — somewhere. Alas, I couldn’t find a “Follow” button. Call me myopic — which ain’t far from the truth — but I’d love to be notified of your future posts.

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    1. Thank you so much!
      The follow button is hidden in the drop-down widget area either on the top left or top right of the site. Hope that helps!

      I’m looking forward to having you as a follower and reading your material as well.

      With Gratitude,
      Bunny

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  2. Love this! Completely understand where you are coming from! Many friends of mine agree still … did got keehn your lesson? Because I was charged… and I look at them like they’re crazy. Yeah… that laws suck and I’m stronger from it all so if that’s what lesson your talking about…anyway love you’re blog and your amazing! ❤

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  3. Well said! Sadly, far too many so-called adults are still giggling adolescents, psychologically-speaking, when it comes to the complexities and pleasures of sex. As for the a-hole who asked for sex tips to improve his performance with the wife and then called your own integrity into question, well . . . I would have let a slow smile creep across my face while I stared him down and said, “I don’t think that word means what you think it means.”

    I respect an honest, intelligent, hard-working sex worker, the same way I respect any other honest, intelligent, hard-working professional. Why not? Sex is both art and science, requires skill and stamina, and is obviously an act/practice (same as it ever was, eh?) in high demand everywhere and always. As for the brainstems, bigots and zealots of divers political and religious stripes who are alternately enraged, confused and terrified by their own sexual longings and impulses, and thus feel the need to lash out and degrade others who are more secure, clear-eyed, skilled and comfortable with their own sexuality than they are–fuck ’em! Or rather, don’t. Say: “I’m sorry, you’re far too stupid/ignorant/insulting/immature/hate-filled for me to take seriously, let alone to bed. Grow up! Get a soul. And for god’s sakes get out more. In the meantime–here’s some baby oil and a clean towel.”

    As for those associates who “unfriend” you because–let’s face it–you’re suddenly a perceived threat to them and their relationships? I wish you the strength and courage to say to them: “I’m sorry; I mistook you for a stronger, better person. My bad–or rather, yours. Ta-ta! Life beckons.”

    Respect & Solidarity,
    Carl E. Reed

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