Reasons I Cannot Celebrate Yet

Today is International Women’s Day, and as an exited prostituted woman I find I cannot celebrate yet – but I continue to fight in the hope that one day I can.

I cannot celebrate whilst in almost every country in the world, almost every city and small town, inside so many buildings you may walk pass – prostituted women and girls are in conditions of slavery.

I cannot celebrate while in my heart I know almost every long-term prostituted woman or girl is sexually tortured, is beaten up, and is raped beyond the language of rape.

I cannot celebrate when in every computer, anyone can access watching the torture and rape of the prostituted class in the name of adult entertainment.

I cannot celebrate when inside that same computer, any man at any time or place can order up a prostituted woman or girl to do whatever porn-fuelled fantasy he wants.

I cannot celebrate when all the time everywhere prostituted women and girls are getting murdered, and it is only noticed if it is the sensation of being a serial killing.

I cannot celebrate when men that consume the prostituted know they owned her completely – knowing that gives them full rights to any violence and hate to her body and mind with no consequences.

I cannot celebrate when so many so-called feminists say it is just “sex work”, it must be a free choice for any woman, heck being the prostituted class must be liberating for all woman.

I cannot celebrate as those same feminists say I would do it – but it must free for other women to choose that lifestyle.

I cannot celebrate as prostitution and violence inside porn becomes just an appendix to the feminist revolution – or our lives and truths are just viewed as a terrible example, but ignored for it too big to deal with.

I cannot celebrate when always voices of amazing exited women are side-lined in the campaign for abolition – our voices are made statistics, made part of some academic book, used as quotes – we are spoken over, spoken through, and spoken around.

I cannot celebrate until the abolitionist movement put the voices and writings of exited women in a leadership role – we are not your token prostitute, we will not be treated like pets.

I cannot celebrate as every day I feel in my gut what is happening in hotels, in flats, on the streets – that so many walk pass and say is normal.

I cannot celebrate as trauma is just what now the normal torture and hate being put to any woman or girl named as escort, named as girlfriend experience. I was and am never unique.

I cannot celebrate as other invent and find multiple excuses to normalise that torture and hate – that men have a “need” for sex, that some women are just made as “natural” prostitutes, that is a good thing for it stops “real” rape.

I cannot celebrate when all round I hear statements to remind that the prostitute will always be sub-human – maybe she was born sex-crazed, women like that don’t feel pain like real women, she loves being humiliated, or in reality she is using the men.

I cannot celebrate when all round images of the prostitutes are just the happy hooker or the dead victim – there is no reality to these images, and they drown out any truths spoken.

I will celebrate IWD – when all prostituted women and girls have complete freedom, are give a voice, and are made fully human.

I cannot celebrate until then.