When I was a highly paid call girl in 90s San Diego/southwestern US, I quickly learned to hate my clients.

I wasn’t ashamed of using my body for their pleasure. I didn’t care what “society” thought about me. None of my clients abused me. None tried to convince me not to use a condom. In fact, they wanted me to have a good time. I was proud of the fact that I elicited desire, so easily, simply by existing in the body I had both been born with, and had worked hard for. I was even gratified that no other “TS call girl” could hope to have anything near the success that I did. I liked being successful in my business.

What I hated was that, no matter who the man was, if he had the money, and was not objectionable in any obvious way, and by “objectionable” I mean if I simply didn’t like his tone of voice, I was obliged, by dint of it being my way of surviving, to put on a smile, pretend to be absolutely delighted with him, and enthusiastically give him a good time.

And whenever one of them asked me to live with them, plainly thinking that I would jump at the chance, to be the girlfriend of a wealthy man, I had to think quickly, not anger him, but with “regret”🙄, turn him down, all the while not letting on that I actually hated him, because he was a man who ordered me up, like a shrimp cocktail. I couldn’t say the first thing that came to my mind, which was, “You disgusting little pervert! You’re too much of a pitiful, selfish, lazy, greedy fool to ever get a good woman interested in you, so you have to pay me to pretend to like you! What a sad waste of flesh you are!”

I learned to hate every stinking one of them.

That, of course, is only my experience. I must allow for the possibility that other women are so thoroughly indoctrinated into the patriarchy, that they can not only make their peace with it, but thrive under those conditions.

I can’t see how, but, c’est la vie…

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