here’s the link y’all!
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thecommonprostitute

here’s the link y’all!
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thecommonprostitute
Hey peeps! I just wanted to keep you all informed as to what is going on. I will be hosting a radio show on the web. I am not entirely sure of the web address (I just signed up for a host account 10 minutes ago) but I am thecommonprostitute on blogtalkradio.com
A lot has happened since my last post on this blog. I turned 25, but better yet a huge accomplishment for us whores in Ontario has taken place. A judge in Ontario struck down the provisions in the criminal code in relation to prostitution. While the laws (or lack of laws) have yet to come in to effect, it is still a step in the right direction for the rights of all whores. There are going to be appeals (no doubt), but really this goes to show that “liberty and justice for all” can happen.
I don’t think much will change in terms of the number of women working and how we work. That said there have been skeptics that claim the streets will be run wild by us whores. People have said this will be comparable to Thailand or perhaps we will need a redlight district. I would like to address this by making two points; Canada and Thailand are MUCH different places, and a redlight district would imply legalization.
Thailand seems to be a place of economic and governmental instability, furthermore slums exist and poverty is rampant. While I have heard Toronto low income/affordable housing (both private and public) being referred to as “slums” I believe there must be several conditions in place to define housing as being a slum. One being lack of electricity/city supplied water/other utilities and the other being zoning. Slums for the most part (at least I believe) are not recognized as legitimate housing and therefore lack essential services. I don’t think we quite have that in Canada. While we may have less then sufficient housing conditions for the poor, I don’t believe we can even be compared to Thailand. Prostitution is very much a condition of poverty for the women living in the slums, however in Canada it is much more a choice. We live in a country of opportunity. And while for some women there may be road blocks, for the vast majority I would say CHOICE leads them to where they are.
As for the concept of the redlight district, I think on the surface that sounds alright, however to me that speaks to legalization and not really decriminalization (which is what I would like to see). The problem with redlight districts is that they force workers in to essentially sex ghettos and tell us how and when to do our jobs. Some of us prefer to work alone or in the safety of our own homes. In the case of legalization the government becomes our pimp.
On another note; I am sitting here watching the “Sex and the City” episode where Miranda first meets Steve. Gosh I loved watching this show back in the day. I still do…good memories gals!
And what’s playing on my mac? Well I need to tell you all about a radio station I have been listening to. I am a huge fan of industrial/EBM and (some) metal music. This radio station plays underground industrial/EBM/synthpop. Check it out;
http://www.realindustrialradio.com
awesome music 24/7!
I am going to be 25 in September. This has got me thinking about what I want in life.
I want to have a child. Not now, but sometime in the near future. Maybe not this year, maybe not next year. Heck maybe not till I am 30. But I do know what I want. I just don’t want to have a child in circumstances that I don’t think I can raise a child in. Right now I am in a place in life where I think it won’t be a good time for a child. I live in a rental apartment with bad carpets, a bitch of a neighbour and a horrible roof. It is cheap and that is why I put up with it. It is a place to park my car and leave my stuff and feel relatively safe. I like it here, but I do not love it. I want to be living in a place (preferably that I own) that I love when I have a baby. Furthermore I do not want to be dealing with the nuisance of people possibly calling the CAS on me. CAS by the way is children’s aid society, or in some places it is called Child protective services (CPS). I can really see some of my neighbours where I live now doing that. Not that it’s any of their business, but god forbid a whore giving birth!
Now this also leads me to where I would ideally give birth. Much thought I have put in to this. LOL… I am not even pregnant nor do I even have a partner yet. But a girl can dream right? Or rather plan
. The thought of giving birth to a baby in a very judgmental hospital terrifies me. I can just imagine answering the question “what do you do for a living” and giving these people the honest answer and not getting a very warm response. Not that it is any of their business, but people often make such a minor thing something that they have to know. And us whores know that our profession isn’t exactly welcomed by mainstream society.
I have had Animal Control called on me simply because I am a whore. Yup, AC came after me for supposedly kicking my dog. I know for sure that the person who fabricated this story and called AC was a neighbour who wanted me out of the area for being a prostitute. She went around telling people she would do everything in her power to get me out. These people know I love my pets so often times AC or the Humane Society are the people they call to try and scare me away. They think that because I value my pets that calling AC and having them taken away from me is going to get me to re-consider where I live. LOL. They don’t know I am not that stupid. AC/humane society has never taken my pets. Infact everytime they have come to my house they end up leaving because they find that the supposed “complaint” never happened in the first place. I have hyper, happy-go-lucky dogs that love people and other pets. My dogs have never killed anything, caused any serious property damage or even gotten loose. I have a 79 pound dog and he lives very happily alongside 2 other dogs (55 pounds and 25 pounds respectively) and a 6 pound cat! They have never hurt the cat. They have hurt me on occasion from rough play, but nothing out of malice or fear.
So I could only imagine the drama that would ensue if I had a child. ‘Cuz we all know that being a whore is synonymous with being a bad parent! The two go hand in hand
My ideal birth would be in a home setting all alone. No midwife, no doctor, no family members. Just me. It would be in a tub by myself. Why? Because the last thing I want while giving birth is someone else’s judgment. I believe that giving birth is a natural process best done when a women taps in to her own instinct and not that of someone’s voice telling her when, where and how. But then again what do I know, I am not even in a relationship yet!
Been listening to this tonight. Interesting interview. It sounds as if this is something I would want in childbirth. Infact I imagine myself lighting up a joint and smoking some good ganja during my labor.
I thought I would re-blog this post because I feel the issue of safety is relevant to all sex workers regardless of where they are. While I have never had any serious safety concern working independently, I have known others who have. I even have known a sex worker that was murdered. She was a “porn star” who I worked with on a few sites when I was doing porn myself. A “co-star” I guess you would say.
Good boyfriends are so hard to come by.
Many guys ask me why is it I don’t have one, well it’s because a good one has not come along yet.
Hey peeps, sorry I have not updated in a while. Been a busy body. Got a new computer, got rid of my boyfriend and marched in the Toronto Pride Parade. Held up a sign that read “sex work is real work” while walking with Sex professionals of Canada. It was nice and they are a very good group. We handed out lolipops that were attached to a little card. The card read “congratulations! you are now a pimp”. It had a bunch of information on it in regards to our current laws on prostitution related offenses in Canada. Was told it was not a good idea to hand the lolis to children. Come to think of it, it was probably a good idea seeing as the word pimp was on there.
I enjoyed my time in the Pride parade, it was fun. After the march I hit up a few booths in search of some “stuff”- you know little knic knacks and memorable items from Pride Toronto vendors. I got a flag and a few stickers for my car. Oh and some fancy hair bands. I put the stickers on my car, partially to piss off my conservative Christian neighbour that is harassing me. And partially of course to please me (they look nice).
My neighbour….someone reading this blog asked about that. Yes she is still harassing me. Daily she has something RUDE to say to me or something to do. She says she will have my pets taken away from me. She went around the area spreading rumors about me saying that I have clients at my home and I am running a brothel. LOL. She was rude to my boyfriend.
So my neighbourly dispute turned quite interesting today. I was arriving home from the bank and pulling up to my driveway I saw my landlord and my neighbour going at it in an argument. My landlord was polite-asking her not to come on to our property and go in to our mail. She at first declines that she even did such a thing. “oh really, then how did these letters get in my mailbox?” said my landlord. “animal control told me to put them there” she said. My landlord was quick to point out we had discussions with animal control on several occasions and that there was no such complaint and that furthermore Animal control does not seize animals from people unlike what she said in her letter. Animal control told us they would never advise someone to lie.
She then accused me of throwing rocks at her bedroom window and having men talk loudly in the middle of the street at night. I was not going to tolerate this anymore so I decided to call the police. She, knowing that I was calling, left her home. When the police arrived she was not there. Police spoke to me and said if she trespasses on to my property again to call them and they will charge her. She got her warning.
My neighbour has been harassing me. And no, this is not just your common, “you bitch!” over the fence. She has taken this to a whole new level. She has written me down right rude letters, telling me she called animal control and they are going to take my pets away. She has made clearly false claims in her letters to me, stating my dogs bark all the time.
I live in a sub divison in the suburbs. So yes, neighbours are in relatively close proximity. My house is a semi. Now what I find interesting is that the neighbour that is attached to me (the other side of the semi) claims she never hears my dogs bark. She is pleasant to me. The woman that is complaining (let’s just call her D for now) however is not attached to me, there is a good solid 10 ft between our homes even though she is a next door neighbour. As well the tenant that lives in the basement of my home says he does not hear the dogs bark. Now one would think that the neighbour in the house attached to me as well as the tenant in the basement would hear the dogs barking and be the first to complain! But no, D’s complaints are not rooted in “dogs barking” they are rooted in her alterior motives.
A few months ago I was informed by my landlord (a really cool guy) about what she said to him. She told him that the neighbourhood knows what I do for a living and they want me out. She said she was going to “run that whore outta town”. Now let’s clear the air here; I am a sex worker (do phone sex, hooking, webcamming), however I am working on the right side of the law. I don’t see clients in my home, I go to their hotel or home. I do have phone sex conversations in my home, but there is nothing wrong with that. It’s not like I sit out on my back deck having phone sex-it is done inside the house! Furthermore I am sure I do have the right to have phone sex in my yard or on my front porch, afterall that is my property right? But out of common decency and respect I keep the conversations indoors.
Not that I agree with the law as it currently stands on prostitution here in Canada. Personally I think we should completely decriminalize prostitution and call crimes for what they are. As it stands, if I buy something for my boyfriend or family it would be considered illegal, “living off the avails of prostitution” it is called. Personally I think this isolates sex workers-it says to our family and friends that they cannot be around us. So apparently us sex workers are not allowed to have family or friends. We can’t have close human relationships. The communications law makes it difficult for us to appropriately negotiate prices with clients and “get a feel” for what we are walking into. And the “common bawdy house” law makes our working places unsafe. If we can’t choose to work in our own homes then how safe are we supposed to feel? Currently I do outcalls only and won’t be opening that can of worms in the home I currently live in. I can only imagine what my neighbour would do if I was having clients at my home.
I also called animal control and went down to see them. I showed them the letters and they looked up my address. Apparently there were a bunch of calls made by her (but none on the day she stated she called) but never did she get the official “bark log” she needs to fill out to go in front of a judge. IMO I think she knows what she is doing is wrong and therefore does not wish to be caught in a lie in front of the judge. As well Animal Control told me that they do not seize people’s animals and that her threats are not true.
I guess this woman thinks I am stupid and would not be making the appropriate calls. I also phoned the police. They did listen to me, but said there is nothing I can do criminally. She consistently calls me names over the fence, makes false complaints, talks shit behind my back to the basement tenant, and plans to “run me out of the neighbourhood”, yet she is not doing anything criminal? Since when is it acceptable to attempt to run someone out of their home, especially when this person does legal work and is not a criminal?
I called the Ontario human rights commission, who then said my situation was not covered. They did give me a number for a legal referral line. I called that number and was given a referral to a lawyer. I phone the lawyer they referred me to and have not gotten a call back. I feel as if I am getting no where.
So yes here it is, my first blog post. I am not just your average prostitute, or maybe I am? I am 20 something, live in the GTA (general Toronto area for those of you not in the know) and own three lovely dogs and a cat. I am educated, attended university for a few years. Well actually I do question what I just said. While I may have obtained a higher education, I do wonder about what that actually means. In high school I was often told by my fellow classmates that I am intelligent and smart. I often brushed them off by saying, “it’s 90% how hard you work and 10% how intelligent you are” . I did work hard to get good grades and to get in to university. I do believe this has little to do with intelligence and more to do with diligence.
I started hooking in university. At the time I was working two jobs and barely sleeping. I was lucky to get 5 hours of sleep at the time. I worked hard to get a small menial pay cheque. Some ads caught my eye in the back of a free weekly paper. I have always been a very expressive and upfront type of person. I was always sexual and willing to experiment. However I had only had 2 partners prior to my 19th birthday. I did not start having sex until I was 16, but when I did it was often and very kinky. So “curiosity killed the cat” so to speak and I decided to call one of these taboo ads that line the back pages of the local free weekly. I was 19, just 2 months after my birthday to be exact. I called a “hiring” ad for a local escort agency. They rest is history from there! I may or may not choose to indulge more about this time of my life as my blog goes on.
So why “thecommonprostitute”? because lately I have been questioning wither or not I am “the common prostitute”. When I was younger I often thought of myself as the “un common prostitute” being because of how I came in to this business in the first place. I was 19, of age, attending university, had graduated from high school, had relatively normal parents and was never sexually abused. I guess I had the perception that most prostitutes were uneducated, forced in to this work, and were generally reckless individuals.