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The healing power of sex work

healingsexworkPut aside your stereotypes about the sex industry and consider that many people, of all sexes and genders, can find the work empowering and healing. Wrenna Robertson is one such person, having worked for 18 years as a stripper. In this piece she talks about her own experiences as well as those of others, including escorts, porn actors, tantric practitioners and erotic masseurs.

14 March 2012

There’s a story not often told about sex work. It’s a story that most of society would scoff at if they did hear it; write it off as pure, deluded fantasy. Many of us won’t allow it to be true. I am a sex worker, and even I immediately felt that it was too-tall-a-tale-to-tell.

It’s the story of the empowered sex worker who finds healing through their work. The sex worker who has become more whole a person because of what they do. But it is a story which rings true for many of the incredible women and men I have had the pleasure of knowing, who work as strippers, escorts, tantric practitioners, porn actors and erotic masseurs.

I have been stripping for half of my life - since just days after my 18th birthday. Almost immediately I became aware of the judgment that would come my way until the present day – from friends, partners, parents, siblings and strangers.

They all expressed their disappointment in me for having chosen to make money by taking my clothes off for strangers. When I explained to people that I was doing it to save money for university, they eased off a bit, conceding that it was indeed a good way to put oneself through school.

Eighteen years later, I’m still stripping. It’s gotten harder in the past few years to explain this. For most of my years in the industry, I have been a university student. When I was younger, it was a very plausible story: the stripper working her way through college. I finished one degree, entered my mid-twenties, decided I was enjoying life too much as it was, so continued stripping, and headed back to school for another degree.

I traveled lots, earned the envy of others while at the same time accumulating greater disdain. It was celebrated that I was so committed to my education, so well traveled and free-spirited, but there was a growing sense of impatience among my loved ones about when I would exit the sex industry.

I internalized the knowledge that I was letting my parents down. The first in the family to get a university education (financed by my stripping career mind you), and I wasn’t even doing anything that my parents could share with their friends. They were getting bored of telling people that I was a student. They were getting restless, that story was getting old.

Partners asked me when I planned to quit. Clients asked me when I would quit.

Apparently when you are in the sex industry, the only way to keep it remotely respectable is to have a clearly mapped out plan for your escape. It doesn’t matter if you are happy, healthy, satisfied. You MUST have an exit plan.

I really bought into this. I held my degrees up in defense of my career. See? I have a plan! I’m educating myself! The older I got, the less believable was my story. I even started to doubt it myself. My partner demanded that I set an exit date. I understood. It was cool to be a stripper while you were young, but in your thirties? Time to grow up and get a real job. I began to see how I used my education to legitimize myself, my trade, but that wasn’t going to last forever.

Clients always ask me what else I do, and I try so hard to be okay with telling them that I’m just a stripper. Why can’t I be just a stripper, when a waitress can be just a waitress, a construction worker, just a construction worker?

Why should it matter one iota that I have a university education? I don’t plan on using it to get a job one day. You’ll tell me that my education was still a very valuable experience; that I have gained so much from it. Why can’t my 18 years as a stripper have value? The much greater lessons I’ve learned in life have come from a strip bar, rather than from a place of supposed “higher learning.”

Yet, it is difficult to really let go of the societal stigma, to release this idea of sex work as inherently unhealthy, and allow myself to really see value in what I have done, what I continue to do.

To allow myself to continue in this industry without the weight of shame and disappointment tugging at me, tempting me to stay at home. But I have started the process of recognizing the many things I have gained as a stripper.

What I value most in this world is connection. I’ve had the incredible opportunity to work with hundreds, maybe thousands of women from diverse backgrounds. I’ve learned to really listen to them, to share with them, to bond with them. I now understand why we talk so much about work when we’re together – it’s not for lack of other things to say, but because there are so few people in the world we can share our stories with.

There is such an obvious longing to share, to connect, that it has become very easy for me to do so. And to recognize that very same longing for connection among others in our society. I’ve been amazed at the conversations that have emerged in the change room and beyond, and all it takes is starting them.

Some of the most basic things that trouble people—rejection, criticism, competition—these are the things strippers deal with on a daily basis. Many people think this manifests as an environment of cattiness, and I have seen that element. But I’ve also seen women use that environment as a place to learn and grow from.

I’ve learned to be unafraid of rejection, to not take it personally, even if I am rejected in a very personal way. I’ve had the experience of being criticized, and had to immediately move on, smile on my face, equally ready for further scorn or highest praise. I’ve learned to remain centered, sound in the face of such inconsistent winds. Unaffected by either extreme. I’ve found my source of confidence, and it’s so deep inside that it is neither bolstered nor beaten by the whims of the crowd.

I’ve worked in a highly competitive environment yet learned that my co-workers are not my competition.

I’ve learned that what has damaged me the most is the disdain I have felt from so many others regarding what I do. Allowing myself to feel somehow less for continuing to strip when I have what it takes to get a “real” job.

I’ve learned that kindness does not dress a particular way.  That generosity doesn’t always wear a suit. That love can pass between strangers.

I’ve learned that I am okay, no I’m so much more than okay, just as I am. Strip me of my degrees, strip me of my clothes. Let me stand before you, with no excuses. I am more than okay, exactly how I am.

I’ve also learned that I am not alone. With this new lens through which to view sex work, I hosted a gathering for empowered sex workers. The theme was “The Therapeutic Value of Sex Work,” so obviously it attracted those men and women in the profession who see its value.

I am very aware that the views and experiences expressed are not representative of all sex workers. These men and women, like myself, are not survival sex workers. We are not marginalized individuals who are unable to find work outside of the sex trade. We are inspired, empowered individuals who have found a calling and a passion for sex work.

We have among us numerous university degrees at both the undergraduate and graduate level, many years of study in other institutes of learning. We own successful, “straight” businesses, have left good-paying, socially acceptable, yet ultimately unfulfilling jobs to heed our calling. And we feel that it is time that our voices be heard. Sex work CAN be healing work.

Serena, an escort for just over a year, feels like her experiences have catalyzed so much positive change in her that the past year has felt like a rebirth. She sees such a strong interconnection between sex and healing – for herself as well as for her clients.

On her own path of personal growth and healing, she has come to see how she can be the facilitator of another’s healing. She sees the mutual growth and connection that can occur. Serena’s work has made her aware of her very unique skill set – a recent interaction with a handicapped man called on the skills she acquired working with disabled individuals in group homes.

“Sex work is so much more than just spreading your legs”, she told me. “It’s the interpersonal skills which are so vital, so complex.” When she recognized the incredible gift, the essential therapy, the connection and compassion she was providing this man, she found herself in a profound state of self love.

James Smith spent 15 years developing his strengths as a counselor, masseur and energy healer. Four years ago, he felt the call so strongly to leave his day job, and envisioned himself as a hands-on sexual healer. When he decided to take the step, it led him to a path of awakening, growth and healing, and his many years of study coalesced into a unique form of tantric massage which he offers to men, women and couples in his Vancouver business, Next-Level Body Care.

He sees the space he creates with his clients as a “sacred container, wherein anything is free to emerge”. He helps clients through the traumas of incest, rape, sadness, grief and anger, providing both acknowledgement of these experiences and a safe space to explore their sexuality. He views his work as his calling and his gift and positions himself as a catalyst to a collective sexual awakening.

Carmen began working as an escort addicted to alcohol, and credits the extraordinary relationships she developed with other women in the industry for her recovery. She found herself amongst a group of women who were so open to sharing their experiences and struggles that she was able to tackle her own problems head-on. Her self-esteem issues diminished as her clients allowed her to recognize her inner and outer beauty.

Freya Metz, a 46 year old tantric practitioner began working in the field in her 40s. She expressed that she had to wait until that time before she fully internalized the fact that she was beautiful. Though she had been told such many times in her life, she remained unconvinced, surrounded by media images which did not reflect her likeness.

As a tantric practitioner she realized that she was not only attractive and desired, but truly beautiful. She was able to see our societies’ fixation with youth, thinness and unattainable proportions as not only artificial, but quite unnecessary.

The greatest skill she has acquired through her work is the ability to both recognize and communicate her boundaries. This is a skill vital to both sex work and “straight” life, and she hopes to convey these skills to some of the women most in need - trafficked women.

Freya now divides her time between Canada and Cambodia, where she has spearheaded a healing centre for trafficked women, The Banteay Srey Project. Her work highlights the vast difference between consensual sex work and the tragedy of trafficked women.

Sean entered the sex industry seven years ago as a tantric masseur, providing a service he jokingly refers to as “heartfelt handjobs”.  He has deepened his practice through mentoring others in the industry, educating the public, and exploring the intersection of sexuality and healing.

He helps others in the industry to work in ways which are empowering for themselves and their clients by providing them with the tools to explore and define their boundaries, and become clear on the necessity of both giving and receiving consent.

A deep understanding of personal boundaries and the primacy of consent are skills he sees as essential to anyone, in any profession.  Sean sees healing potential in sex work whenever there is a confluence of the desires of client and sex worker. He describes the essence of his healing practice as “the creation of a supportive and fun space where his clients can consciously explore their own erotic desires through touch”.

Each of the women at the gathering expressed how her self-confidence had improved as a result of her work.

Minna Mah, an exotic dancer, was finally able to cast off the weight of her mother’s declaration that she was unattractive when she had the opportunity to be praised and celebrated for her appearance.

Tending toward shyness, she gained courage interacting with others, and learned how to communicate both verbally and non-verbally. She began to share her stories with other women, and at last learned that she was not alone.  In an environment which is often portrayed as one in which men prey upon women, Minna met her husband, the love of her life.

Phaedra McEachren has worked in various facets of the sex industry - as a pro domme and both in front of and behind the camera. It was especially her work behind the camera of porn shoots that made her aware that reality is not nearly as perfect and pretty as is seen in the final edited version.

I have learned that intimacy and connection draw from a much deeper source than surface beauty. I am comfortable with the developing lines on my face, the changes in my body as I age, because I know that to be attractive and attracted requires nothing more than being present and honest.

Stripping for half of my life, yet never opting for cosmetic surgeries, I learned that a genuine smile is much more attractive than a pair of augmented breasts or collagen-injected lips. I have seen women make more and more money in the strip bar as they age, in large part because they become more comfortable in their bodies, more clear on who they are and what they really have to offer.

Humans have an innate desire to make a difference in the world, and each of the amazing people I spoke with felt so privileged to see the change their services provided in another’s life.

Volpina Vance, an escort for over a year, sees her work as therapy. Her clients come to see her for sexual services, but in such an open and vulnerable state, she says. “It’s like the clouds break, and everything is on the table.” She often finds herself in a place of deep emotional connection, and is so moved by what she is able to give.

Lux has worked in the sex industry for numerous years, and has chosen to work as an escort for the past year. She went into the work with a very open and curious mind, and has found it both enjoyable and personally rewarding. She has learned that she is able to connect with and have fulfilling experiences with very diverse types of men.

She has learned that there are many lonely individuals in our society, and she finds it “amazing” to be able to give to them. But she has also suffered the loss of family and friends in choosing to be honest about her line of work.

I think it is worth drawing a parallel between two groups of stigmatized individuals: homosexuals and sex workers. Until very recently, being queer was seen as unhealthy, just as sex work is seen to be today.

Yet much of society (at least here in liberal Vancouver) now recognizes that what has been so unhealthy about being gay is the stigma placed upon one’s lifestyle, the constant need for hiding, even subverting one’s innate desires.

When homosexual individuals are recognized as normal, legitimate and productive members of society, they are no longer subject to the forces which led them to states of un-health and dis-ease. The same case can be made for sex workers.

What is unhealthy about sex work is that in many cases it is criminalized, forcing it into rough streets and dark alleys. It is unhealthy when social structures are not present to allow one’s exit from survival sex work.

It is harmful when one suffers disownment, the loss of family and friends due to one’s choices. But the actual, physical work of escorts and strippers, tantric practitioners and pro dommes is not innately unhealthy.

As I have at last allowed myself to see, it can be both enriching and illuminating, therapeutic and rewarding.

My name is Wrenna Robertson. I am a happy and healthy woman. I love and am loved. I’m a valuable, productive member of society. I am proud to say that I am a sex worker.

 

Comments   

0 #2 Luna 2012-05-01 04:42
This is such a powerful story! As someone who's been a stripper for over 7 years, I almost see myself in this piece. While being a dancer, i completed 2 degrees, traveled extensively, and enjoyed my life in ways that a regular 9-5 wouldn't have ever allowed me.
I have my own dancer blog (www.museforallseasons.com/blog ) I hope it's ok if I republish this post, stating the author and linking back to this page. I couldn't find a clear policy on content reposting on thescavenger.ne t..if it's a problem, please let me know and I'll remove the article from my site.

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0 #1 Louise Bailey 2012-03-13 07:45
Wow, what a powerful, intelligently written, deeply wise article. Beautiful. Healing. It makes me really think…and consider….could I do that…would it heal my issues with my aging body, would it bring out healing qualities I could share with others.

Possibly , I will give it some serious thought.

But when I was younger, I did have a spell of working in an escort and strip club. Not because I couldn’t get work anywhere else, but because I had recently had a spiritual awakening of sorts. It didn’t make me want to meditate in an ashram, it freed me from any false sense of morality, and I felt free to explore the fascination I’d had about women working as prostitutes, from exactly this more empowered perspective. Freed of societies false morality, as an attractive young woman, I did find it exciting and amusing, to face people’s shock as I chose the job of, drinking champagne every evening and being taken to expensive hotels by often fascinating male companions. It was thrilling and liberating and I did find confidence in myself and my sexuality, for a short time. But, what I also found which actually drove me out of there not long after, is that it wasn’t very often at all the healing empowering environment described in this article. Clearly, the author of the article and the sex workers she talks of, have achieved self acceptance, healing and offered intimate connection and liberation to others too. But on the whole, what I found to be the more sad truth, is the women I met who worked in the sex industry, had often been sexually abused as children, or had learned to see themselves as objects, and to endlessly repeat the earlier trauma or reinforce this unhappy idea of themselves. Often, in abusive, very dark environments, energetically murky in the extreme. My own happy, spiritually liberated foray into that world seemed to almost mock their tragic reality, at the time.

Reading this article was wonderful, because I can see others were able to achieve what I had envisioned being able to do. Why not, love men who need to be loved, really love them, when they go expecting to find an empty sexual experience. Was my intention. Maybe I just wasn’t up to the job…where these other people succeeded. It does make me wonder, and re-evaluate the assumptions I left the sex industry with.

But, what also stood out…called out to me…even as I marvelled, inspired and awoken by this article. Was the thought about the problem of objectification and commodification of women, that the sex industry, on the whole supports and reinforces. What also called out to me is that, I want a world where people aren’t valued on what they look like, or their strength, health, perfection or prowess. Where less able bodied people are loved for who they are, and healthy relationships of loving intimacy are easy for all men and women to find without them having to pay for love. I want a world where love does see beyond the surface, and where boundaries are established through healthy communication everywhere.

I feel such respect for the people this article is written about, and see that they are helping to bring that world I would like to live in, into being. Its definitely given me food for thought. And some career ideas for my old age. But, I wouldn’t want to entirely idealise a world that from my experience, though it was now a long time ago, and only a brief glimpse…was filled with some very damaged, unhappy people, caught up in a cycle of meaningless, sexual encounters that seemed to reinforce miserable states of consciousness and abusive ways of relating….rathe r than liberate anyone from them.

Still, clearly, as this article shows, it can be very different from that, and love, healing and self awareness can be found in this industry by both client and sex worker. Wonderful article.
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