PRETTY FOR FREE

FEBRUARY 6, 2018X-STREETWALKER TURNED SEX TALKER–HERE IS WHAT I SAID A YEAR AGO

PRETTY FOR FREE

February 06, 2018:. “PRETTY FOR FREE”
In the beginning of this century there was a part of urban Honolulu that was a virtual open air 24 hour sex market. In “Town” sex workers were women and men dressed like women (colloquially known as “mahus”) who were addicted to crack, crystal methamphetamine (ice), heroin (boy), alcohol, gambling, or some combination of all of these diversions. I never saw young kids on the run from abusive homes contrary to what I had read about areas with high rates of prostitution. I saw people old enough to make their own decisions looking for the quickest way to get the next fix. Money was never saved but entirely consumed by the addiction(S). Once they were zero balanced they’d go back to the “track” or “stroll” to wait for a car to pull over. According to my wristwatch I waited about a minute before a car pulled over driven by someone who had money for me. Not much money. High dollar girls worked in Waikiki and turned the entire $200/date over to my pimps, who seemed to be mostly black for some reason I could not fathom. People with addictions are terrible providers. Our pimps weren’t people. Our addictions were the pimps to whom we turned all of our $20-$100/date. But I digress.
The money was so quick and easy the 30 or so providers who walked the street back then did not compete with each other. Each of us made between $300-$500 a day, every day. We just had to be out there. As far as I knew men had no system for sharing information about the quality of providers in the days before ubiquitous internet access and participation. Many girls stole and word did not seem you travel because they continued to work. I did not steal but I did not try very hard during the car date. I’d “go away inside of my head” once we pulled over to a concealed spot within a 30 second drive. A brief 15 minutes later I was freshening my lipstick and race walking to spend my money. When my purchase was consumed in the domicile of the man of the moment who shared my interests and shared my product. My welcome wore out when the stuff ran out. If I wanted a temporary roof over my head I had to get enough money to have something to offer someone else and maintain my altered state. Back to the stroll to make money again, my days, years, life, an endless cycle: zero balancing myself, hustling the money with various antics and adventures, spending all my money with nothing tangible to show for my efforts. For some reason I mostly enjoyed “The Life.”
One night I was in my favorite spot sitting on a low brick wall near a facility that hosted anger management classes for men with domestic violence convictions. I liked my perch because I had had a book in my hand since I was age 3. I felt more like my true self when I was enjoying classic American literature while I waited for a “date.” I read by the glow of the streetlight while watching the traffic in both directions. A two lane street of slow moving traffic doing about 30 mph. The through way was lined by apartments on one end, terminating with a mid sized Safeway supermarket and a Longs (CVS) drugstore on the other. Traffic didn’t move so fast that drivers missed seeing providers and it was easy for a driver to pull over to give a girl a ride. If the traffic was too slow every driver’s actions might’ve been embarrassingly obvious to some who would not want others to know their hobbies.
The street light illuminated my face, out of which my sparkle-lined sunken, sleep deprived eyes sought to lock on the eyes of male drivers. My practice was to make eye contact, then gesture with a clear but not exaggerated tilt of the head to signal for the driver to pull over. If the driver was agreeable he would slow significantly and pull over to give me a chance to saunter up to the passenger side door. If the window was down I greeted the guy and asked for a ride.
One night I saw an older man making a beeline on foot to an older provider. Confident that he would prefer me to a woman about 55 years old, I put myself in his path. Sometimes when guys approached on foot they lived within walking distance. Better than a car date. More comfortable, guaranteed privacy so no cop could roll up. I would take advantage of the shower, I had thought, already making plans for the resources I expected to access.
“Uncle,” I called, using the local standard respectful form of address when speaking to an older person, “Uncle, don’t you want me?” The man had his doubts.
“You? What do you know?”
I knew how to make a perfectly obvious point, that’s what I knew. “But don’t you think I’m pretty?” I was smug because I knew the answer. Or so I thought. I was about to be schooled in another even more obvious point.
“What do I have to pay you to be pretty for? You pretty right now. Pretty for free. I want her because she knows what she’s doing!” He did not permit any further discussion and I watched them leave together, envious that she was closer to her next high than I was.
Thus, I was introduced to the idea that service mattered, maybe even more than looks.

2019 Addition

I could not argue with the old man’s unassailable logic. How stupid was I? Offering him a chance to see what he was already looking at–my face and body! No, I wasn’t nude, but I wasn’t overly dressed so there wasn’t much left to the imagination. Never again did I ever tell anyone he should date me because I was pretty.

EMOTIONAL NEEDINESS

I experienced every day on the street as a referendum on my attractiveness. I wanted the men to stop their cars for me. I loved the catcalls from men driving by who didn’t intend to stop but who had seen me. I did my best to keep up appearances while bouncing from one addicted man’s low income apartment to another’s. Not so easy. On the outside, I looked good, I thought. As long as I stayed out of direct lighting and did not let anyone see me up close. My feet were dirty and bare inside of my high heels but no one could see that I was a member of the so-called “black-foot tribe” as the down and out homeless were called. The money I did not spend on rent I spent on high quality makeup. Not everyone wanted to deal with a good-looking woman. There were those men who liked the women who had confidence issues to exploit, as if he is doing her a favor just by being with her. One man said to me:

“I would not want to be with you because you are too pretty for your own good. give me a Mongoloid and she will be so happy she will suck my **** for an hour for $10. That’s my kind of girl.

Potential Client, 2002

I was not his kind of girl. Every time a car pulled over I thought it was an affirmation and I was proud of myself. I had never had affirmation from people with any consistency so I really enjoyed getting votes of confidence every day. Just goes to show, reality is in the eye of the beholder. I have never heard anyone refer to street prostitution as a “vote of confidence” for the woman. But for me, that was what I needed and that is what I experienced. I know what happened to create that terrible insecurity. More on those events later….

You think I am pretty don’t you? I needed to hear it all the time. But compliments were like hits of cocaine. The effect doesn’t last. You need another one really soon. The more you get the more you want.

A prominent NFL figure has been arrested in Florida, USA for some prostitution related offense. Are you kidding me?

If the president can’t get no h**d there’s no hope for the rest of us.

I’m shooting from the hip in this post and extracting my info from memory rather than pulling up the article. But hey, it’s the internet. I don’t have to have my facts straight. If memory serves me, there’s a strip mall in Florida that has an establishment fronting as a non-sex business, but offers sex on the d.l. The cops raided it and a prominent NFL guy caught a case. Maybe he owns the Patriots, some real football VIP.

No Sex Slavery

Let me say upfront that if those women were held in that establishment against their wills as sex slaves, I am totally against that. And yes, the police and all of the powers-that-be need to move in and help those women. The rest of my post is going to be written under the assumption that the women were not sex slaves but were making a living.

Are you kidding me?

Please tell me that Florida has no unsolved murders, etc. I do not want to think that limited time and resources had been devoted to halting mutually beneficial arrangements rather than solving real crimes and keeping the public safe. The real reason behind the police action: people who are in no way involved or impacted wouldn’t like it if they knew what was happening.

The very rich are different from you and me. Here’s an example.

I’m reminded of the Bill Clinton situation. My beloved late friend, Swann, had been a medic in Vietnam and he spent his well earned retirement in hedonism. When he wasn’t doing something he was talking about it. Of the Clinton cigar scenario. He said:

The whole world is laughing at us right now. If the president of the United States can’t get no h**d there’s no hope for the rest of us!

Philosophy about extra-marital sex and the POTUS by James Swann

Swann believed and I concurred, that men behaving badly was the most desirable state of being for most men. Why do Americans pretend otherwise, especially the men. I am not saying that every man would have visited the Florida strip mall, or used the oval office for shenanigans, but I am saying that just about every man would want to do so.

“There ought to be a law”

Have you ever heard the expression “there ought to be a law”? It means that there is a problem in society, a bunch of people are doing something way too much and we have to stop them because the desired actions are hurtful. Look at the laws regarding sex and you will see a list of things that people really want to do but for some reason are forbidding themselves and others

I said earlier people wouldn’t like knowing about the sex but maybe the disapproval is rooted in jealousy. When this list does not involve hurting another person but instead involves feeling pleasure, I have to ask myself why are the men in our society denying themselves the sex they want?

Laws are the embodiment of lies we tell ourselves about what kind of society we want. How many of us really want to engage in the forbidden strip mall visit? Or at the very least, read about it?

I am providing a link–Recognize the Signs of Sex Trafficking from | Polaris.

https://polarisproject.org/human-trafficking/recognize-signs

Sex Trafficking vs. Prostitution

I really dislike reading articles that make no distinction between sex trafficking and prostitution. My point is always,

PTOSTITUTION

Prostitution does not equal sex trafficking.
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.

(HLH) Hooker Life Hack #15: If you make contact with a guy online, and he uses sexually explicit language before you meet face to face he is not serious about meeting

HLH: Hooker Life Hack #15

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Thursday, January 10, 2019, 11:02 a.m. Hawaii Time, edited March 1, 2019

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

Prostitution As a Cure For Lonliness

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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, January 10, 2019, 11:02 a.m. Hawaii Time

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

Prostitution As a Cure For Lonliness

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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I FOUGHT DISCRIMINATION IN HAWAII AND I WON

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.

Now that heroin addiction is a white problem and not a black problem, we are told a new story about heroin.

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