
The first time I met an escort in the middle of nowhere, I was stunned.
The woman was on a plane and she was talking about her new boyfriend and how she wanted to be his “girlfriend.”
I thought, Wow.
That’s a real life-changing moment.
The moment I met her, I realized how dangerous and dangerous the world is for women and girls like me.
There’s a difference between being a woman and being an escort.
If you’re one of the millions of women who work for men, your work is often more dangerous and exploitative than that of other women.
For instance, I’ve seen the stories of escorts who are harassed, raped, beaten, and killed.
These women don’t get a chance to protect themselves, and I don’t think that they deserve to.
But the reality is, they do.
A few years ago, a young woman from the Philippines, Noyola, told me that her boyfriend, who had just been arrested for murdering her father, was her primary source of income.
In the Philippines alone, women make up just under 40% of the workforce.
And because the men who abuse them are mostly the same ones who rape them, the abuse often goes unreported and unaddressed.
Noyolas boyfriend had been working as an escort for more than five years.
I was struck by the disparity between Noyolas experience and mine, and the impact that it had on me.
She told me about the time she was robbed and raped, and how, after that, she started seeing a therapist to cope.
I learned to take her stories seriously.
A little over a year later, Noya was still waiting to see a therapist, but she was ready to do so.
As a trans woman, Norrya has a story to tell.
And a lot of trans women who experience violence and abuse do not know how to do it justice.
Because we’re not allowed to say anything, we don’t say anything.
We are told that our stories are not worth sharing because of the stigma and violence we face.
When I first met Noya, she was just 21 years old.
She was working at a strip club, working on a modeling career, and she wanted me to join her for a night.
I said sure, but I needed to get my life together first.
“How can I do that?” she asked.
“I don’t have any money.”
So I offered to buy her some, then went to the club and asked her to give me $20.
I brought her $30, then told her to bring $10 more.
And then I walked out with a $300 bill, the money she needed to pay the man who had raped her.
But Noya didn’t ask me for money.
She asked me for something else: an escort who could help her to cope, someone who would help her in her new life.
I thought I had made my offer.
“It’s your life,” she told me.
I asked if I could go to her place.
I told her that I was going to meet her and get my money back.
“Okay, but when I’m gone, can you stay here with me and let me know what you need?” she said.
I agreed.
We had sex for two hours, but the next day, she called and said that she was leaving.
I called her back, but this time, I wanted to take a photo of my new relationship.
I wanted her to see me and tell me that she had made the right decision.
But instead, she told the story of how I had stolen money from her.
I have to tell you, Norya, that this is not the first time that I’ve been raped, nor is it the first day I’ve had a sexual assault.
My life is not a dream.
I don´t want to be a statistic.
I didn’t know what to do.
I felt like I had no choice.
I needed money, but it wasn’t enough.
I decided to help the poor.
And that´s how I became a certified escort.
It took me months to become a certified sex worker, but by then, I knew I wanted a job as a certified prostitute.
I began calling the women who worked in my strip clubs and asked them to sign up for my escort program.
I gave out flyers for my meetings, and then I told the women about my new work.
They were excited.
I had something I wanted, and they were eager to learn.
Soon, the women I’d talked to were calling me and offering to help me.
Soon they were taking me places.
I knew that I needed something that was more than just a job.
I started talking with other women who had been raped.
They all wanted to help, too.
I found that some of them had worked as escorts before, and now they were interested in helping me