This is the pain and cost of slutshaming..... last week I bawled my eyes out all night because a gentleman whom I was conversing with and liked (read potential relationship), after I revealed an aspect of my past (escorting) told me in no uncertain terms that I was an unredeemable whore, completely lacking in character and morality for my choice, and utterly unworthy of love (his most definitely and most men's because no man would ever be able to accept my past in his opinion....)
My body, my choice. Do the choices I make in the past whether good or bad define me for life? Are only people who navigate their lives along the path of conventional social propriety deserving of love and affection? Are the rest of us to be written off as defective worthless trash? In the online dating world of Toronto in its smorgasbrord of choice it would certainly appear so....
Certainly the gentleman in question isn't one, and I can see that his response is more telling of his inadequacies than mine.... And I can console myself that he is not for me as a result , but what really upsets and worries me is that he is ultimately correct in his assessment that no man (most men?) would judge me similarly and find me wanting. Which makes me persona non grata and an unclean thing to be avoided by the gentlemen I seek and perceive as in my league.
Why date and fuck the bought and sold whore when there is a pletra of sexy mature women of equal beauty and intellect who didn't spread their legs for money? In the economy of dating, when spoiled for choice, the high status choicest males can pick and choose, and my risqué choice in a challenging moment is a black mark on my dating resume that gets me rejected and stamped with the label of WHORE.
It isn't personal... Just coldly calculated to seek out the perfect women their status demands they deserve. It's just business after all, and as a former whore I know that better than most.
My body, my choice. Do the choices I make in the past whether good or bad define me for life? Are only people who navigate their lives along the path of conventional social propriety deserving of love and affection? Are the rest of us to be written off as defective worthless trash? In the online dating world of Toronto in its smorgasbrord of choice it would certainly appear so....
Certainly the gentleman in question isn't one, and I can see that his response is more telling of his inadequacies than mine.... And I can console myself that he is not for me as a result , but what really upsets and worries me is that he is ultimately correct in his assessment that no man (most men?) would judge me similarly and find me wanting. Which makes me persona non grata and an unclean thing to be avoided by the gentlemen I seek and perceive as in my league.
Why date and fuck the bought and sold whore when there is a pletra of sexy mature women of equal beauty and intellect who didn't spread their legs for money? In the economy of dating, when spoiled for choice, the high status choicest males can pick and choose, and my risqué choice in a challenging moment is a black mark on my dating resume that gets me rejected and stamped with the label of WHORE.
It isn't personal... Just coldly calculated to seek out the perfect women their status demands they deserve. It's just business after all, and as a former whore I know that better than most.