I started to fall in love with an escort I first saw as a client; there was a tremendous spark between us from the first, and she always gave me extra time and soon started refusing payment entirely. We had great dom/sub sexual chemistry, but it wasn’t just that and we soon started to get very serious. However, she did not want to give up her financial independence and I’m not wealthy. Also, I was worried that I only believed I was in love with her; I couldn’t trust that there wasn’t a pimp or pimp-surrogate somewhere, or that she was somehow scamming me. I also didn’t want to be a rescuer figure, and didn’t want a relationship I could never really be honest to my family about.
I didn’t disapprove of what she did, but the whole thing made me uncomfortable regardless and I worried something terrible could happen. So it eventually got messy and complex and I cut it off terribly and hurt her. The whole thing feels unresolved; I don’t know if it’s over, or if I’m over her. Should I just stay away because of what it is?
As I’ve explained in many previous essays, sex workers’ relationships actually aren’t dramatically different from others’ relationships unless their partners try to make them different. When a reader asked my husband, “How do you know that she won’t fall for someone else the same way that she fell for you?”, this was his reply:
Like any other marriage. She’s not more likely to fall in love with someone else than any other woman would be. You might as well worry about your wife falling in love with some guy she sees in the produce aisle at the supermarket. There has to be trust. I have to trust her just like any other man has to trust his wife; if you don’t have trust your relationship won’t work whether she’s an escort or a secretary.
Unfortunately, you could not give the lady your trust. This is not a recrimination; you said it yourself, and people can’t help their feelings. You mentioned “pimps”, but as I have explained before that is nothing more than a pejorative term for any non-client male in a whore’s life; managers, drivers, bodyguards, boyfriends, landlords and even male relatives and friends are tarred with the epithet “pimp” even if their behavior is no different from that of a man in the equivalent relationship with an amateur. I might point out, in fact, that had your girlfriend been arrested while the two of you were together, the police might very well have accused you of being her “pimp”. So you’re right in that there really was a pimp somewhere…and it was you. Again, that’s not a recrimination, just a wake-up call about how cops and prohibitionists would have labeled your relationship (especially since it was a dom-sub one; just imagine what a reporter would’ve made of that!)
Not wanting to play the part of a white knight, and not wanting to be dishonest with your family, are certainly valid concerns…however, I must point out that her not wanting to give up her independent income makes her a far less likely candidate for “rescue” than many a husband-hunting amateur. And since I sincerely doubt you are planning to discuss the intimate details of any future dom-sub relationship with your family, I do think the thing about honesty is a bit of a cop-out.
As I said, nobody can help the way we feel; we practically absorb cultural prejudices and fears with our mothers’ milk, and it’s nearly impossible to root all of them out no matter how hard we try. I wish I could give you some magical means of erasing your concerns, but I don’t have that power; had the relationship gone on you would probably both been hurt a lot worse. So I think it’s for the best that y’all both move on: you to a woman who won’t trigger the biases you never asked to be burdened with, and her to a man who somehow managed to avoid or shed them.
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I learned from an article in yesterday’s Guardian that someone who takes down the plates of client’s cars for street based sex workers is also a pimp. As that’s precisely what I used to do when I shared a Darlinghurst flat with several sex workers I guess that makes me a pimp. And all this time I thought I was just looking out for friends.
(BTW, as an indication of how on the ball the journalist is, she apparently didn’t realise St Kilda was a red light district until she moved there from Sydney. That would be like someone in Manchester not knowing that there’s sex workers in Soho).
Yep. “Pimp” pretty much means anything a prohibitionist, cop or prosecutor wants it to mean, and that’s especially bad now that so-called “pimps” are being re-branded as “sex traffickers” and, in the US, consigned to “sex offender” registries for life if a court decided to convict them. Welcome to the Brave New World of “protecting women and children”.
LOL! Brilliant!
Remember ‘Huggy Bear’ from Starsky and Hutch? He was a stereotypical African American pimp and one of the good guys. I suspect there are no such characters on US TV these days.
I think it’s time someone organised a demo with people wearing t-shirts saying “Pedo! Pimp! Pervert! Prostitute!” and demanding to be put on a sex offender register. After all, it won’t be long until everyone’s on one, so get in now before it becomes outre.
Sell that shirt on Threadless and you’d certainly get the hipsters onboard.
I was rolling my eyes by the end of the first sentence. The handwriting was on the wall.
Yes. Having a normal familial, social or economic relationship with anyone could convert you into a “pimp” at any time.
Ugh, it seems like a lot of these clients drink from the same ocean of BullSh*t. They fall in love and expect you to quit escorting to become their free concubine. I have to remind myself that if I had to rely on the last client that said he loved me for financial support, I’d be BONES and Dust today.