Sex work

Why is sex work important? I’ll tell you why. Sex is biology. Sex is a medical necessity. Sex is human nature. You can pay for a massage but not for an orgasm when logically speaking, both are similarly necessary and helpful and healthy.
So I do erotic massages which is a legal loophole for avoiding prostitution charges. I am never compensated for sex. I do NOT accept payment for any sexual activities. The nude massage incorporates a variety of techniques, depending on what the guy (or woman, don’t be sexist. Women buy prostitutes too. I mean massages) wants. Some include deep tissues massages, swedish massage, meditating breathing synchronization, some massages are more tantric, etc. If two consenting adults have a sexual attraction during this massage and decide to act on it AFTER the paid MASSAGE, that is none of a police mans concern. I do NOT do sexual favors for every client. But if I click with a client, and I WANT to do sexual favors aside from the paid massage, there is nothing wrong with that.
Anyways. You’re not a cop. You don’t care about the legalities. One of my clients, I’ll never forget. He messaged me on pornhub, which is where I post my nude massage videos even though aside from being nude, I’d hardly consider it porn. But society is anal. So nudity is pornographic regardless of context. He wanted the works. I offer the full nude massage for $100. Tips are often paid if they really like it or if they have requests not included in the typical massage.
So I met him at the MGM Grand hotel and went to his room. He was a good looking Asian man, about my age. He had a goofy nervous smile. I liked him right off the bat. I knew we were going to click. He had just attended the AVN and wanted a special ending to the weekend. So he undressed and laid down.
I dressed down and got my oils. When he turned over on his stomach, I debated if I should mention it. But if a bear got into the hotel room, not talking about it would be more awkward. We both know it’s there. So I asked what happened. There was a long crater through his abdomen. I can’t even imagine what had happened. Clearly a terrible I jury or something.
“What happened?” I asked, carefully massaging around it in case it hurt.
“I don’t know. I’ve had it since birth. It used to hurt sometimes. Not so much these days.”
“The scar hurts?”
“Yeah,” he laughed.
So the massage went in and I avoid the crater. I seriously could have buried my arm in it. It made me sad to look at it. When I got to his lingam massage part, his penis obviously became erect and it was crooked and slightly deformed. Ok. Badly deformed. This poor man looked like anybody’s businessman, good looking, successful, and charming in his suit. But nude, his body was a trove of beautiful traumas and scars. I felt like I was hurting his penis. But he throbbed. His circumcision had clearly been badly botched. I noticed his penis throbbed uncontrollably and he curled his toes when I played with his balls, so I sucked on them. His toe curling was more intense than any woman I had seen in the midst of an orgasm. He was clearly enjoying it. His face wrenched in his orgasm face. Moaning. Clenching of his hands. Toes curled. I massaged his perineal area while I massaged his balls with my tongue.
He was clenching uncontrollably when his erection suddenly died. No ejaculation. He definitely had an orgasm though. He looked crushed when he didn’t ejaculate. I tried to get him hard again, literally trying EVERYTHING in the book. Nothing. He was limp.
“Its biology,” I told him. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Really? I can never cum. I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he said embarrassed.
“Its biology. It has nothing to do with you.”
Number one code of anybody in the sex industry is ALWAYS make people feel good about themselves. Actually, that may just be a number one rule of life. Reassure people when things go unplanned. Not wrong. Just unplanned.
“Do you make videos on the website too?” I asked.
He looked nervous again and told me the only videos he had was of him crossdressing and masturbating. I asked to watch them. He showed me a video of himself as an Asian girl with a thick furry coat on. Nothing else. She masturbated. In all of the videos he had a difficult time getting an erection and never came.
“That’s awesome!” I told him. He looked surprised by my reaction. “No I love it when people have weird quirky kinks and share them. It’s normal. And amazing. Next time you come to vegas, maybe you can dress up and I’ll surprise you with my own garb!”
“Really? That’d be amazing! You’d do that? Like will you go somewhere in public with me?”
“Fuck yes! If you like to cross dress you should! Its awesome when people feel comfortable enough to do the bizarre.”
He laughed. “Ok awesome. Cool. Thank you so much.”
“Have you been to a doctor as an adult?” I asked. He was young, maybe 26 or 27. At that age I had hardly seen a doctor for issues. Young people don’t usually waste time unless they have serious medical issues.
He shook his head. I wasn’t surprised.
“You should. I know it’s embarrassing. But if you want, make a written list of issues and hand it to the doctor so you don’t have to say it out loud.”
“What do I write?” He looked so uncomfortable and scared. I felt bad for him.
I had an idea. I grabbed paper and a pen and wrote some stuff down.
“My scar on my abdomen still hurts. I can’t ejaculate during sex even though I enjoy it and masturbate a lot.”
He laughed at the note and folded it up. I made him promise he’d hand it to his doctor when he got the courage up.
So weeks and months passed. He only visited Vegas yearly so I wasn’t expecting to hear from him soon. But he did message me on Pornhub. He said he handed the note to his doctor and had some tests done. He had ovarian cancer. He had ovaries. He was technically a hermaphrodite. He had been born that way. His abdominal scar wasn’t hurting. His ovaries were. His scar was the result of a lot of surgeries. His intestines were outside his body at birth and he had a hernia and a uterus removed. His parents never told him. His confusion about his gender was biological. Like everything in life, as I had told him. He said he was seeing some specialist and on hormones to straighten things out. He was also seeing a shrink.
Whenever people try to degrade sex work, I think of Aki. The man with ovarian cancer who may not have gone to a doctor in time had it not been for an alert sex worker. So yes. Sex work is important and does make a difference in lives. I’m sorry society has sullied you and made you believe sex work is a $10 blow job in a dark alley to feed my drug addiction. It’s not that at all.