I'm A Prostitute
I'm a prostitute. I've been a prostitute since getting laid off in January. I don't prostitute myself often, but that doesn't change the fact that I am.
I don't feel dirty about it, and I don't see anything wrong with it, but I definitely don't enjoy it because a) it's dangerous, and b)I hate the clients, they're gross and I have to fake it. The only thing I like about it is that in two hours (two separate customers) I can make more money than I made slaving away, getting yelled at by my bitchy controlling boss at my old minimum wage job two weeks. And I control my schedule.
YES, I am actively searching for a "normal" job. I've had a few interviews and I'm hoping I get hired soon so I can quit this. The reason why I do it is for extra cash because I'm broke. I'm jobless. I have no friends or family to help me out a little, h*** I have no friends or family period. I need to survive.
I have hopes and dreams and goals and don't plan on doing this forever. Once I pay off my debt and get a regular job I won't do it again. I only do it to stay afloat because I'm having a rough time.
I believe in God, I'm a good girl, I've never gotten in trouble, and I always try to be kind to people. I'm careful not to catch anything or get raped, and no one would ever guess I do what I do.
I have a long distance boyfriend who I love very much and he has no idea. He doesn't even know that I got fired and the reason I'm depressed is because of my s***** financial situation and no job.
When I "work", I'm an actress. I'm not me, I'm whatever name I choose. I smile, get the customer off, and leave like nothing happened.
I needed to get that off my chest because I have no one to talk to about this and my crappy situation. I wish I did.