Cate is something of a renaissance sex worker; sheâ€™s currentlyÂ employed as a pro-domme at a fetish house but has held numerous interesting jobs in the adult industry. Each week, she shares her stories inÂ Harlotry.Â
Being both a writer and a sex worker is hard.
Itâ€™s not a question of time, nor is it a question of money; itâ€™s really a question of discretion. My work requires so much secrecy. I keep secrets for my safety, for my co-workersâ€™ safety, and for the protection of the men who pay us. I donâ€™t write under my real name because I donâ€™t want to incur the wrath of the law. I can never be entirely truthful because so much of what I do is at least legally dubious, if not downright illegal. Saying too much could absolutely ruin my co-workers, my clients, and even myself.
I wish this wasnâ€™t true. Telling true stories of the ho life to a wide audience and showing that sex workers are not the flamingos stock photos portray us as, but are actually real people who stand on two legs and have normal lives is one of the things that will gradually bring us greater acceptance. Being unable to speak openly and freely does no favors for us.
As a sex worker, I am constantly forced to lie. I tell little lies to clients about how busy I am (there are no slow days for me, every day is jam-packed with sessions) how I have made my passion my profession (I totally get off on what I do, always and no matter how unpleasant the client is. Payment is just a formality) and big lies to people like my boyfriendâ€™s family (I write a sex column for a womenâ€™s website, nothing theyâ€™d be interested in, their son/brother/nephew isnâ€™t dating a whore).
Even here, where I am so naked, I tell lies. I change names and dates and little details. I change just enough in the story of my arrest that my writing canâ€™t be traced back to me, so clients wonâ€™t stumble on it by accident and find out why we were closed for a few days, and competitors wonâ€™t find a reason to diss us to the sexual service-buying men of my city, â€śOh, Dolorous Delights? Yeah, that place just got raided; itâ€™s burned down. Come here instead.â€ť
I want to tell my clients all about my arrest and ask them to please use their power to help decriminalize my profession, to donate to SWOP, to lobby for me and mine, to run the world the way they ought to run it, but I canâ€™t risk scaring them away by telling them the place got raided and they might be in danger.