Hello.

Hello.  I am Larissa.  I just turned 29 years old.  Most of the women my age are having babies or married.  They have a house in the suburbs.  They are shopping at Ikea for new furniture or planting a garden.  They are pursuing their careers.  They are living a normal life.  To them, that life seems so boring.  To me, it was always a distant dream.

Why don't I have this life?  Well because my job is that of a whore.  There are other words for whore.  You can say hooker.  You can say prostitute.  You can say Escort.  Most in the business say the term SP.  It means Sex Professional.  It is a polite term.  I don't mind the term whore.  Some do mind it.  

Last year I decided I wanted to leave the sex trade.  I was finished.  I didn't know what to do and I was afraid for my future.  When you have only been a whore, you have no job skills.  I didn't have a resume even.  I have no education either. As a whore, I made good money.  My prospects were dim.  But I had to go.  I was tired of it all.  One day I knew I could not have another man so that was the day I just stopped.  I quit that day.  And I looked at this big life before me.  It's a feeling of terror.  Inside me was rage, I was angry at men because as a SP I made poor choices.  Not all men that use prostitutes are bad.  Some are wonderful men that treat you well.  It's not like the movies.  It's not like Pretty Woman but it's not like the dark side in movies either.  It's in the middle.   When you can't like men, well you can't do this issue.  Not all, but most SP's have some trouble with men.  You get tired of it.  If you are a man reading this and you use a SP, please be good to her.  She faces a tough day.  This job is no walk in the park.   It's most ironic that the most influential person in my life was a man.  I will tell this story too. 

First I will talk about my history.