At once, I understood and
felt compassion toward you, but I also felt revulsion and anger.
But I know you are only
reflecting back to me something I recognize in myself.
I was once a sex worker.
Once upon a
time…I was stripper and a nude model. I made my money off of men and their
desires.
And I was in utter denial for
a lot of my time in the business.
I did dangerous things.
And while many assume that I had
an amazing amount of courage to stand onstage naked and an extremely high level
of self-esteem and confidence, it was quite the opposite.
When I read that you had sex
for money with Josh Duggar and were now sharing the details, I did not blame
you for sharing your experience, for wanting to cash in on your story. I applaud
you for coming forward. I applaud you for telling your story.
I don’t even care if it was
all done purely for profit and not to raise the consciousness of the problems
women in the industry face, or if you are only hoping for your fifteen minutes
of fame.
None of that matters after I read
the small details that broke my heart and that I hope can save some other women
from walking down your path—my path.
You said, “He was manhandling
me, basically tossing me around like I was a rag doll. It was very traumatic.
I’ve had rough sex before, but this was terrifying.”
It was that word that I fixated
on.
Terrifying.
And then after this
terrifying experience, he shorted you $500 of the agreed upon price of $1,500.
And then you met him again. And
you have sex with him again. With a man whom with you had had an experience that
was terrifying. With a man that could
not be trusted.
If the story is true (you did
pass a polygraph test), I feel so bad for you.
Again, this is because I recognize
myself and the times I did things I felt I had no choice in, the times I put
myself in danger because I thought this was the only way I could make money,
the times I felt terrified, but did the things anyway.
And I was not even as
hardcore as you; I was not a porn star or a prostitute. I was simply a stripper
and nude model.
When I think of you walking
back into a room with a man who terrified you, who didn’t even pay you what he
said he would, I am reminded of my own vulnerability, my own stupidity, my own
depression, my own lack of value.
I feel so sad for you, me and
all women who have walked into terrifying experiences because we did not know
our own value, because we thought we could not ask or expect more, because it
felt like our only choice, because we loathed ourselves that much, because we
were that scared that we were inconsequential in every other way, because we
thought we were only valued for our bodies and our sexiness, because we did not
know or feel our inherent value as human beings.
I was there, in similar ways,
and while maybe no one else is expressing it, while everyone else is focusing on
you being the bad one and while you will say you are empowered by what you do, I
just want to say, you are valuable.
You are valuable and valued.
I sit here in my office, miles away from you now in so many ways, but I know
this and I want you and every young woman thinking fame and fortune and value
is to be found in our sexiness to hear it—I see you. I really see you. And I am
here for you if you ever need someone to talk to.
There are other choices that
you can make.
You do not have to, nor
should you (or any woman), ever have to be terrified again.