I.
Valentina came from Miami F.L.A.
Courtesy of a two-year degree in radiology, she has a day job that just covers her own bills in NYC.
But back home she also has a schizophrenic mother and a sister who can’t hack life either. Her ‘escorting’ money goes to pay their way, because there are gaping holes in the so-called social safety net of the Greatest Country, the capital of Capitalism.
Sex work in some form started for her when she was twelve. These days, she suffers from clinical depression, for some reason.
II.
At the almost other-end of the sex worker spectrum, here is an interview with a woman who started as a professional Dominatrix and branched out to become not only a successful entrepreneur, but an artist as well.
There are clues in here that suggest an early life with distinct economic and social advantages, unlike Valentina’s, or mine, but in the end she is a cogent, articulate, and self-loving soul who only preys consensually on those who can afford it. If you must play, by the free market ways, there are far worse ways to do it.
This one gave me a bit of tepid and contingent hope for myself. I don’t think I’d cut it as a pro Domme, but I really do feel that if you’ve got to be a whore one way or another (and oh yes I do, you do) then this is the self-determining kind to be.