SEX SURROGACY

Like a soldier,

I walk bold through the night,

Waving a condom as a my armor,  

As one bullet is all it takes.

I am not a whore and I’m not a hooker. I’m a sex surrogate. I don’t sell my body because I am not for sale! Why must I hide my profession when you flaunt yours? I engage in intimate physical contact and/or sexual activity with clients to achieve a therapeutic goal. Some think its easy money and let us be honest, if it was easy why are they not doing it. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not recruiting, I’m simply trying to make you look at the bigger picture.

My pastor once said “each time you sleep with a new person you take a part of them. That’s why some of us have no identity because all these spirits are fighting inside us”. I guess he was not far-fetched from the Fred Hutchinson Cancer Centre scientists. They took samples from 120 women who had never had sons. They found that 21% of these women had male DNA. The women were then categorized into four groups, according to pregnancy history: Group A had had only daughters, Group B had had one or more miscarriage(s), Group C had induced abortions, and Group D had never been pregnant before. The prevalence of male michrochimerism was considerably greater in Group C, although it was still present in each group: Group A showed 8%, Group B showed 22%, Group C showed 57%, and Group D showed 10%. From these results, researchers hypothesized possible sources of male michrochimerism as known pregnancies, miscarriages, vanished male twins, or sexual intercourse. This means that through intercourse alone there is a potential for women to hold onto male genes and DNA within their organs and bloodstream for their entire life! (www.collective-evolution.com).

Either way, this doesn’t make me more exceptional then the rest of the society that change partners every year. My troubles began when my husband left me and our three young children for a younger woman. I could not find work and I could not endure seeing my children starve. After seven years on the street, I’m still disgusted by the smell of old sweaty men. And then they still want to try out all the positions that their boring wives won't allow. Some want to lick your nose as part of foreplay, I’m not sure what the amusement it with the nostril. I’ve been abused numerous times by clients, others try to take off the condom and promise as much as R1 000 for unprotected sex. Most of us are disgusted by them but close our eyes when they are busy and think of our children's school fees and supper. And then, at the right time, we groan appropriately.
Society complains and say prostitution is too high. But ask yourself, do you know one personally, maybe your neighbour? Why not? Because we are ashamed of our work. We rather say we work as a waitress or something. For we are blamed for the spread of Aids, for drug trafficking and that is utter rubbish I tell you, and I blame the government. Why doesn't government pass the bill that allows escort agencies to register as businesses and to pay tax? Register us so we can be free to get tested and engage in protected sexual activities. Register us to contribute to the economy and not hide in corners to be raped by policemen. Stop interrogating us and leaving customers to go free, because without them there is no us. And they wouldn’t be coming if we were not good at our service, so legitimise us.

Like any mother, 

Ill bend over backwards, 

For I’m an army mom. 

A soldier at heart, 

Forever fighting for freedom and life.