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.


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.


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.


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.


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.