I really dislike reading articles that make no distinction between sex trafficking and prostitution. My point is always,
PTOSTITUTION
SEX TRAFFICKING
SEX TRAFFICKING
The “work” might be the same but trafficking is tantamount to slavery while prostitution is voluntary work. As voluntary as work ever is for those of us who must work to survive. Two very different practices. I appreciate when people don’t equate the two and present sex trafficking with no reference to prostitution. Follow the link above to read an interesting article about warning signs that people are being trafficked or a location is used for trafficking.
ALL SLAVERY IS BAD
I thought it went without saying that I oppose sex slavery. One reason I have issues with people is that I neglect to say what needs to be said. So here is my official stance on sex slavery–against.
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Hooker Life Hack #15–One Sure, Albeit Surprising, Sign He is Being Dishonest About Planning to Meet Up
When you are making plans to spend time with a male there are signs that he will not show up at the appointed hour. I was surprised to learn through experience that when I was in the process of setting up appointments through a phone call or text, the man did not intend to show up if he used vulgar and sexually explicit language. I had imagined that if it was unspoken but understood that we would engage in adult behavor, I should reasonably expect suggestive or even lewd language from the male as a sort of warm up. However, lewd language was not a prelude but a show of disrespect.
No vulgar man ever followed through on his stated plans . He always stood me up, without notice.
Explicit language has an appropriate time and place. It also has an appropriate Target. If you don't know him because you met him online, and he starts talking dirty to you, watch out! here is a surprise Oh, I thought if I was setting up an adult Rendezvous then it made sense if he used explicit language. That sounds logical, doesn't it? I was wrong. If a guy you don't know talks dirty to you, especially before he meets you, nothing good ever comes of said meeting. First of all he probably is not really serious about meeting you. After all, keeping appointments is a form of respect and his purpose for making contact is to enjoy verbally abusing a provider, not to spend time.
The take away action recommendation: politely correct his language by saying you are standards for phone contact that you follow. There was one, yes only one, instance when the man did not realize how he sounded and he accepted my correction. The rest of the times my gentle correction was rebuffed. Do not let him (or anyone under any circumstance) to convince you that you deserve to be spoken to with vulgarity or that you should expect lewd talk because you are asking to be treated badly. No good ever results from allowing someone to speak to you disrespectfully. Be sure to set the proper example with your own manner of speech! Posted on November 2, 2018January 24, 2019 by theexpertescort · 1 Comment · Edit
I, Caroleena, the Expert Escort, have made the claim that you should read what I write because my cringing honesty is unique. I will tell you things I’d rather you not know. For example, one embarrassing fact is that there were many days that the only social interaction I had was with tricks. When I was not working, I missed the people. I was completely alone. I did not have any friends. Nor did I have acquaintances who were not in the life. Giving up prostitution meant making unexpected sacrifices. It made me sad. Posted on April 22, 2017April 22, 2017 by theexpertescort · Edit
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Hooker Life Hack #15–One Sure, Albeit Surprising, Sign He is Being Dishonest About Planning to Meet Up
When you are making plans to spend time with a male there are signs that he will not show up at the appointed hour. I was surprised to learn through experience that when I was in the process of setting up appointments through a phone call or text, the man did not intend to show up if he used vulgar and sexually explicit language. I had imagined that if it was unspoken but understood that we would engage in adult behavor, I should reasonably expect suggestive or even lewd language from the male as a sort of warm up. However, lewd language was not a prelude but a show of disrespect.
No vulgar man ever followed through on his stated plans . He always stood me up, without notice.
Explicit language has an appropriate time and place but if he uses this language to set up an x-rated rendezvous, he is not serious about following through with the plans. After all, keeping appointments is a form of respect and his purpose for making contact is to enjoy verbally abusing a provider, not to spend time.
The take away action recommendation: politely correct his language by saying you are standards for phone contact that you follow. There was one, yes only one, instance when the man did not realize how he sounded and he accepted my correction. The rest of the times my gentle correction was rebuffed. Do not let him (or anyone under any circumstance) to convince you that you deserve to be spoken to with vulgarity or that you should expect lewd talk because you are asking to be treated badly. No good ever results from allowing someone to speak to you disrespectfully. Be sure to set the proper example with your own manner of speech! Posted on November 2, 2018January 24, 2019 by theexpertescort · 1 Comment · Edit
I, Caroleena, the Expert Escort, have made the claim that you should read what I write because my cringing honesty is unique. I will tell you things I’d rather you not know. For example, one embarrassing fact is that there were many days that the only social interaction I had was with tricks. When I was not working, I missed the people. I was completely alone. I did not have any friends. Nor did I have acquaintances who were not in the life. Giving up prostitution meant making unexpected sacrifices. It made me sad. Posted on April 22, 2017April 22, 2017 by theexpertescort · Edit
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Today is February 25, 2019. I was able to obtain a professional license for a profession that I will not name in the interests in my own anonymity. My mission began in 2015 and ended in victory in 2019. It was a real fight for me to obtain the professional license because the people on the decision making state committee did not someone with a prostitution background in their profession. In today’s information age it is simple enough to run a background check and find out someone’s past legal transgressions. What is difficult about having a solicitation conviction is the social stigma. Legally, It is only a petty misdemeanor, punishable by, at most, 30 days in jail. Socially, it is a felony with a life sentence because once convicted, people will seek to exclude you on the basis of the conviction, even if it was fifteen years ago (ok, one was also ten years ago, but you get me.) I was able to obtain the license because the powers that be screwed up when I signed up for vocational training. My training was funded by a state agency, which meant the bill for the school was definitely going to be paid. The school wanted the money so I was admitted. Then my counselor said to make sure I could get a license with my record, so I had to tell the school upfront about the convictions. The school said it would not be a problem for them. It was a problem for them. They wanted the money but they did not want me.
I ENDURED HARDNESS LIKE A GOOD SOLDIER
They took my money and then attempted to use hostility to drive me out and keep the nonrefundable fee. That plan might have worked with someone who was going to lie down and take whatever treatment was dished out. I am so very much not the one. HA! I took the issue to the administration and when they did not help I ended up communicating with the attorney for the entire college and all of its nation wide branches. I was not intimidated. No one is dropping my name at my ivy league college, but I myself have been around important people before and I do not find influential people intimidating even though I am not yet one of them. Over the course of the battle, my classmates were drawn into the fray. When students were asked to write a standard statement about how difficult I was, some of them veered away from the party line and told the truth about what I really endured. One student wrote :
“There should be a policy about students who have questionable backgrounds so that these issues can be resolved before school to prevent this travesty. Some instructors point it out blatantly that they do not want her to finish the course. They make it known. NO ONE will stand up for her and it is wrong. How can people say they teach caring for people when they don’t really care for people. Now the people that are against her will seek to punish me.“
2016 written statement from Caroleena’s classmate in vocational training,
I am honored that this student, and another student stood up for the truth. Because of these statements I was able to show that I had endured discrimination by the same people who are participants in the state of Hawaii decision making authority that grants vocational licenses. While this authority had the right to decide yes, or no, to the question of my license, they had to decide yes. Why? I believe it is because they were afraid that I would sue if the people who were already so hostile to me had their way. And of course, I would have sued in court and appealed to the court of public opinion on social media. There were meetings with influential state officials on one side of the table and me on the other side of the table. In the end, I became the only person in my field to obtain a professional license in said field with a prostitution background.
WHY I FIGHT
I fight because not everyone is the outspoken, some would say “bitch,” that I can be when I have to. Not everyone can persevere for years because not everyone finds spite as motivating as I do. I love a good fight and I never run out of hyperactive energy. Battling is enjoyable to me, and if it is done with words, I am very good at it. It seems like I am always struggling since I am a member of a class of people that society deems unworthy –so people are always trying treat me the way they are told I should be treated. No, I won’t allow it. Not just for my sake, but also for the sakes of the people who will come after me who want a new start.
A HUGE NUMBER OF WHITE EX-OFFENDERS IS ON THE WAY OUT OF PRISON GATES BACK INTO SOCIETY
I have established a precedent that when a misdemeanor becomes a life sentence you will have people who are unemployable for life. Look at my post from yesterday. There are a lot of white people on heroin which means a lot more white people will be prostituting and getting busted for it. These people are going to matter more to society than I do. Sad but true. And they are going to be unemployable for life until more people stand up against the life time prohibitions against employing people with records in certain fields. And since the ex-offenders will be white society is more likely to take notice of my argument for reform of the rules that exclude ex-offenders from much of the labor force. I don’t agree with society’s ostracism of ex-offenders. I fight because no one has to tell me that my life matters. Quite the opposite. I am now in the business of telling people that many more of the designated sub-humans matter. Every time someone reads my words and marvels at how surprisingly articulate the ex-streetwalker is, I will have taken society one step closer to changing preconceived notions about who is worthy and who deserves to be treated with dignity.
MY LIFE MATTERS
People say I am vain, but I suppose it is ok to be vain when there are so many messages about my unworthiness to counteract. My life has always mattered. You just did not know it. But I did.
I watched an hour long news story, hosted by that guy from Dateline who lured the sexual predators to homes with the promise of a 13 year old playmate. Then, surprise! The girl would disappear after leading the perv to the kitchen and out would pop the journalist and camera crew to question the perv about his motives Very amusing and purely entertaining to me because the subject had nothing to do with my life. The story I was watching tonight was not so amusing because it had everything to do with me. The Dateline guy was talking about the unprecedented heroin epidemic among the “suburban” population. “Suburban” is media code for “White.” The story went on to say that heroin addiction was at one time thought to be a problem of “other people” from “broken homes” in the “inner city” hotspots like “back alleys.” All of those terms are code for “black.” In case the audience could not crack the code, the story flashed half second pictures of “minority” neighborhoods and “suburban” split level homes. What the correspondent endeavored to communicate was something he wanted the audience to understand without having to come right out and say exactly what he meant. I will come right out and say it. Heroin was thought to be a black problem, especially a poor black problem. No one really cared because no one cared about blacks, especially poor blacks. Now heroin is a white problem and that reality is a shock because one of the ways whites were presumed to be superior to blacks is their immunity to drug addiction. Many whites are dying from a black problem and there is so much shame in this reality that many in the white community have turned a blind eye to the addiction problem. Overdoses? Oh well. Good riddance to bad rubbish. Even whites don’t care about other whites if they want to act like the worst of blacks. White family members impacted by addiction are trying to reframe addiction as an illness rather than an immorality. We should all care about addiction now because things start to be different when they start to be white.
I would respect any news outlet who will come out and say the truth in plain speech and leave code words out of it. I know how to crack that code and quite frankly I have grown sick of hearing yet again that people who look like me, don’t matter for one reason or another. People wonder why I am so mean sometimes. I say, if they understood what the world presents to me about what it thinks of me, the real question is not why am I so mean but why am I so nice?
That demographic shift is responsible for redefining addiction as a disease and not a character flaw
Caroleena was a working girl who was very good at separating her mind from her body. She could engage in physical activities with a client without the physical sensations that ordinarily accompany sex. It was easier not to feel anything to keep her soul safe. Caroleena worried that if she met someone she wanted to be with she might forget how to locate the “on” switch. When she met a client who turned into a friend who turned into…a sexual relationship she did not know how to label. He was not really a boyfriend because, for one thing, he had a sexual interest in the same gender. Caroleena asked around and found out very many men have same sex encounters on the down low. She decided to take a chance and try to satisfy his desires. She met a couple who proposed a threesome and Caroleena had the creative idea…
It is so funny to me when women are afraid to leave their men in my presence. Like I am going to jump on any man within pouncing business. As if I want every guy for myself. Far from it. No need for women to glare at me with suspicious eyes. I didn’t think about men outside of business. Spending time with men was not leisure time. An associate (can’t use the word friend in the dope world) of mine described the lack of interest in normal sex typical of prostitutes best: “hookers are like virgins, strippers are sluts.”
I have never been a stripper, I am far too uncomfortable even attempting to dance. In fact anyone who has had the misfortune of seeing my attempt to move gracefully to music has nodded knowingly and said something along the lines of “yes, your mother definitely was white.” So I cannot say that I know how strippers treat men in their personal lives but I can speak of the working girls I have spoken to and they are like me. We develop a real aversion to men. We need them because we like/need the money, and we can’t/won’t work a regular job, but we hate them. We never got into the profession for the sex but for the drugs. We don’t want to touch these strangers, and we really don’t want to touch them once we get to know them and their ceaseless demands that do not take into account anything we want to do. When we stay with men, which we often do because in outrageously expensive Honolulu there is no way to get a cheap place short term . And it’s not like women ever join together to go in on a place as a group. God forbid women should ever work together to help each other. But I digress. We stay with guys and even if we pay them money or dope, they end up wanting sex. In spite of the fact that they have always been gay as far as we knew, they end up wanting sex. We want to come home and be left alone, physically, and we know we won’t get any peace when we see porn playing. Yes, men put on porn in the background and watch it with other guys like it is the news, so it is normal to casually watch porn if you are a guy, I guess. But when he has the porn on so that we see it playing we get the hint and the sight of porn in the place we wish to call home is a disaster. Inevitably he will decide that whatever he had received was not enough and he was going to get some other girl and lie to her about giving her a place to come home and relax. I remember one woman saying to me: “I hate them. They say they want to please me. Then leave me alone and I will do me!”
I had nodded in agreement. I once told a guy that if he was as concerned about my pleasure as he claimed to be he would do me the service of ironing for me. To his credit, he actually did iron. Didn’t get him what he wanted because he was broke, but I liked to imagine that he had a rich sense of humor. Probably not, he was probably just pursuing an angle. Yes, I detect the bitterness in my tone. I had gotten so fed up with the position I had put myself in that I was offended by any man who wanted to have sex with me. Not to mention the inconvenience of taking my time away from what I really wanted to do. I was all happy to be friends with the guy but when it came out that he had a sexual interest I lost all respect. Pretty ironic but there it is. Another new norm for the addicted sex worker.
Sexual interest infuriated me. Even when I was getting paid it was very difficult for me to feign politeness. I was angry at myself too, but I had enough anger to go around and share some with him.
Once a husband who never mentioned that he was a husband saw his wife approaching on a bike. Bikes are a common method of transportation among “chronics” as habitual users who make drugs a way of life are called. She was angry of course, but not at the person who was committed to her but at me. She demanded to know if I had given him any money. I had to laugh as I informed her that giving men money was against my business plan
Hooker with a Degree in One Hand and a Rap Sheet in the Other
July 14, 2018
I have a morbid sense of humor. I find amusement in things that others might find depressing, upsetting, mean…you get the picture. This trait is called “gallows humor.” Yes, I can laugh at the fact that somehow my ivy league alma mater got ahold of my prison address and sent the alumni magazine to the Women’s Community Correctional Center in Kailua on the island of Oahu, state of Hawaii. I had to chuckle at the thought of the alumni affairs office rushing the magazine to me since I was valued as a graduate, only to have the magazine sit in the mail room because inmate desires were low priority. “Next time no come jail,” the ACO (Adult Correctional Officer) snapped at me in Hawaii’s colloquial dialect, called pidgin, when I asked about the…
What does the New York Times have in common with an adult web site that posts anonymous reviews of providers? Sadly, these sources of info/opinions/fantasy (??) have a lot in common now that the New York Times has published an anonymous negative opinion piece about a prominent leader. In both cases we know the authors do not want to identify themselves. Yet the authors do not use the cloak of anonymity to specify exactly what we have to fear from the objects of scorn. We could juxtapose the reviews but we won’t due to copyright laws. If we did we would see the ugly insults but no foundation of factual evidence. We should just take the authors at their words that the hated ones are bad for reasons known only to them. Since unsupported anonymously written negative reviews accomplish nothing but fury, maybe the motives are not what they seem…
Recently, I was reading a popular adult services web site which posts reviews about providers. The reviews are supposed to be from clients and I think they usually are. Of course you never know if a good review is from someone who really likes a girl he has never even met but wants to give her some good press based on his fantasies. Or maybe a bad review was written by someone with an ax to grind (ironically, I had problems with people I would not engage intimately. They did not have enough money. I knew that because there is not enough money. But I digress). I find the site fascinating, not just because it appeals to the egomaniac in me, although it is a terrifying and wonderful thing to see your name in print, well sort of. Not the same as having your name on that banner of lights…
"Harvard" Hooker in Honolulu 