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Right after the first of this year, I was so out of money, and nearly starving that I began to contemplate being a Prostitute. It might not have been so bad, because I have a really strong desire to be sexual with others, but my previous journeys into dating had me giving a couple abortive and poorly executed blow jobs, and then the plops would simply zip up and flee. It left me feeling bereft, used and extremely ashamed of my conduct. So, it was that months of near starvation really altered things for me. I was thinking throught the steps of contacting an escort agency when my life suddenly changed, almost over night.
Here it is mid November, and I would not seek to be a prostitute any longer, but I can certainly understand the mindset of this woman. I have also heard rumors that she is a post op trans, but can not confirm that.
Dr Brooke Magnanti
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/nov/16/dr-brooke-magnan...
I wonder if I would have survived. I recently heard that prostitution is very big in Portland, Oregon.
I think that I was rescued by God.
Khadijah
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Dear Khadijah,
I'm very glad that your life is not in that bad place anymore. Sounds frightening.
Kim and I were on Food stamps for a while, but we were unfairly kicked off. This food stamp worker was screaming and ranting about us having "another checking account". That we were hiding income or money. We were doing things her average (whatever) clients probably weren't, but she didn't give me a chance to explain; she just screamed at us and threw us out. This is after I was fired and unemployment had stopped. We literally had no income, but we were making mortgage payments and other monthly bills. She was wrong about us having other money. We didn't; we were taking cash from 9 or so credit cards and paying our bills with debt. Luckily, Kim's social security disability soon started to pay and six months later mine started.
I had a friend with probably more mental health problems than I. I drove her to her plane for Belgium for her GRS about 5 months after I had mine. She stayed secluded in her parents house in Tempe 'till she healed then went to LA. We had been running together for exercise off and on before her GRS, but I never heard from her afterwards.
Two yrs later another Tgal told me she was told that "Robin" went to LA., couldn't find work she wanted, so she started hooking (someway or other). After some time, 2 guys beat her very badly and messed up her face. With no money for plastic surgery and her looks ruined, she killed herself.
I would also be afraid of STDs, gangs or organized crime forcing one into virtual sexual slavery and the general dangerousness of that kind of life on the street.
Brooke looks like she could be a Tgal, who knows?
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee
Ready for work, 1992.
Hugs and Bright Blessings,
Renee