Depending of course on what kind of relationship one has with one’s body, sexuality, soul (if you will), yourself as a person and what you are to do with life, in life. I myself have been interested in prostitute life ever since I started to grow an interest in art. A lot of art, literature and fine art was about sexuality, pleasure, denial and looking straight at the thing that was and is the most filthiest and dirtiest of all. Literature, poetry and novels, fine art, all of it, that I indulged depicted a lot of sheer pornography, jumping into sin, testing where one could go by doing this and liking it. So to me any scandal concerning sex in art is more than funny. As is male dominance, sexism, privilege and high-class spaces where art fluently floats or it should and I do not ( can’t see the point of floating nor penetrating such charade and pretense). Clearly art I have been exposed to has been all about not pretending but enjoying all aspects of life and beauty. It has been heartbreaking to learn that this honesty I found was false and the best I could do was to pretend and please.

I admire prostitutes. I admire their beauty, vulgarity, femininity and existence. But I can’t help of feeling concern for their well-being. Also well-being of those who do not choose to be prostitutes.

http://www.salon.com/2015/09/19/my_lessons_in_prostitution_how_i_learned_the_myth_of_the_high_class_hooker/”I didn’t come across often were women like myself who worked all areas. Almost always, the women I met who worked in more than one area of prostitution worked either on the streets and in brothels, or in brothels and escort agencies. Working a crossover on the entire range of the scale, as I did, was unusual; so I believe that through simple diversity of experience I’ve got a fuller picture of prostitution than many of the women I’ve known.”