I'm an ex-teen prostitute

I'm bored, so here's my story.

I'm turned sixteen in July last year. I celebrated with my friends and my soon-to-be boyfriend. It was great.
A year before that, I was standing on a street corner, freezing my butt off, waiting for some guy to stop his car next to me.

It's funny, in a morbid way. The streets are unreal, there's a sense of sadness and loss out there, but at the same time it seems magical, the money, the fast cars and makeup. The streets are like a bored bartender, pausing as he serves your drink to ask 'so what's your story kid?' but never actually listens for the answer... if you know what I mean.

For some reason, at 15 I thought I wasn't only ready for sex, but was ready for sex with paying customers who saw me as nothing but a little girl in a short skirt. I was an idiot. It takes a lot to admit it, but I fucked up real bad.

I think my time on the streets did teach me some things about life and the darker side of humanity. But was it worth it?

~Moro

 

"It's funny, in a morbid way. The streets are unreal, there's a sense of sadness and loss out there, but at the same time it seems magical, the money, the fast cars and makeup. The streets are like a bored bartender, pausing as he serves your drink to ask 'so what's your story kid?' but never actually listens for the answer... if you know what I mean."

magical? money, yes, fast cars????? make up???? I dont get it. You claim you actually sold your body for money, fair enough, but you make it sond as if it was a glamorous affair. sorry to sound a bit crude but did you ever had to suck off an old dirty man? did it matter if he had a fast car?? did it make it better? how did you end up being a prostitute?

the question is, do you think it was worthy? I'm not trying to pick on you, but i kinda get the impression that being a prostitute somehow makes you feel empowered, while in reality is a very morbid way of earning money, a total disrespect towards your persona, perhaps that is the main lesson to be learned here...no matter how much money they could have paid you, your body and what you are is a billion times more worthy.

I hope things are better for you now.

 

that's an intense story, moro... i, too, hope things are better for you now, but i disagree with the above post in that i don't think you feel proud of your past somehow, maybe just wiser because of it. you experienced a lot by the age of fifteen, and it sounds like you missed out on a deservedly simple childhood.
you write beautifully and poignantly...

keep your chin up, babe..

peace,
sophia

 

I wasn't trying to make the streets sound glamourous, merely stated my naive view of it when I first stepped out into the world of the streets for the first time. I thought it'd be exciting.
I lost that pretty fast, soon as "Alex" turned up. Yes Zeppelina, I did have to suck off a dirty old man. He payed me 40 bucks for it. He was my first customer.
At the moment, I do think of prostitution as a profession, but I'd like to see a day when all prostitutes work in palours, screened for underage girls, and none of them have to stand on the streets and put themselves in danger.

Sometimes I drive down that street at night, pointing out places were I was picked up and such. I've seen girls down there who were my age or younger. There was even one who looked so much like me. She had the same coat I used to wear. That scared me.

~Moro

 

wow. sad story. sex so young? not to mention sex with dirty old men.

 

That would be better, no doubt.
But id like to see the day when NO woman, no matter how young or old, is so desperate, that the only way they see to survive, is to sell their body for money.
Thats just my opinion, maybe you see it differently though.

 

What made you turn to the streets and prostitution? No home? No money? What vould make you that desperate?

 

What would make me so desperate?
God, I hate that question because I hate the answer...
I thought that was where I belonged. I was molested when I was 11, it went on for about two years. It kinda warps your mind I guess, makes you feel as though you don't have a place in the real world where everyone else seems to be doing fine and is normal and isn't 'damaged goods' like you are, and there are only so many places for a disturbed teenager to go, and the streets looked a damn lot easier than getting help.
~Moro

 

that I can understand. been there. didn't do it like that, I wasn't on the streets, but I sure was in a lot of beds.

 

I don't get why life has to be like this.

 

It doesn't have to. You can stop and change at any time and start over. I don't know where I would be if I didn't.

 

geez, sorry you have to go through all that. I sincerely hope you're doing ok now.

 

oh babe that sounds pretty tough. How are you doing now?

 

That's a horrific story. You poor thing. {{{hugs}}} You've been through way more pain than anyone should have in an entire lifetime it seems, and you're so very young. So sad.

I couldn't even begin to imagine what you've experienced.

 

there are brothels in nevada (the parlours of which you spoke) storey county schools get 30% of their funding from the brothel tax

 

You have a great way with words moro.

I know what you mean about the surreal quality of life on the street.

I ran away from home when I was sixteen but I was lucky, I wound up on the road instead of the street (most of the time anyway). Still had some things happen that i wouldn't want just anybody to know about.

as far as was it worth it? I guess that depends on what you do with it. I think all experience is valuable. Or can be anyway.

 

What was it that made you run away?
I ran away at 14 but came back after a night, then again at 15 and the police brought me home after a few nights. I was homeless for all of March after my parents kicked me out, but I'm back home now. Wish I wasn't, but at least I have a place to shower and sleep
~Moro

 

ex?

 

yeah ex, meaning I don't do it anymore.
~Moro

 

Moro, you seem very wise. Perhaps your unconventional life had something to do with that. I, too, strayed off the beaten path for a few years and did some things that'll ruin me if I ever run for political office ...but I view that stuff not as a bane but as a trial I survived.

It's hard to tell from your tone if you feel regret for what you've done, or regret for the loss of innocence. Maybe both. Or maybe you don't regret anything, and you're just jaded now. In any case, you survived, and you can wear that as a badge. Congrats.