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This is how Wikipedia defines the Sacred Whore: "Sacred prostitution, temple prostitution, or religious prostitution is a sexual ritual consisting of sexual intercourse or other sexual activity performed in the context of religious worship, perhaps as a form of fertility rite and divine marriage (hieros gamos). Scholars have long considered such practices to be customary in the ancient world; however, more recent scholarship has cast doubts on this picture, based on doubts about the reliability of ancient sources."

"More recent scholars”? So, after thousands of years of sex work we've gone from being called sacred to being demonised and treated like the lowest of the low, forced into dangerous situations because in order to stay safe we have to break the law. We have to be able to trust that the gentlemen we're going to see, or who are coming to see us, aren't going to turn out to be a psychopath; and we're often alone with them. Nobody is there in the other room in case anything goes wrong.

We used to be in temples!

"The Hebrew Bible uses two different words for prostitute, zonah (זנה) and kedeshah (or qedesha) (קדשה). The word zonah simply meant an ordinary prostitute or "loose woman". But the word kedeshah literally means "consecrated" (feminine form), from the Semitic root q-d-sh (קדש) meaning "holy" or "set apart". Even the ancient Hebrews considered at least some of us sacred. From Hebrews to Hindus, we were sacred. What happened? Especially today in our "enlightened age". We're better than how we're treated.

When I perform my duties as a Sacred Whore, a title I wear proudly with dignity and honour, I become a sexual healer, a guide into unknown pleasures, a guru to help unlock their inner male sexual spirit and show them the wonders and joys of delights they've only dreamed of..... and a few they never knew existed. I give them compassion, empathy, nurturing, kindness, tenderness - all of the things that everyone wants in a partner. I heal what's been broken, be it shame from their religious upbringings, the loss of a recent partner. They miss having someone to hold, the disabled for whom people won't look past the chair and see the soul of the man inside his eyes, to see the real man. I'm all these thing to my clients. (I'm also like a wolf on heat in the sack.)

Our energies mingle and intertwine during the time we're together. I show them the bliss that can be achieved through sexual energies and teach them how to achieve it. For those moments, we are the only two people in the world and have no cares or stresses to interfere with bliss and joy. Then when their time is up, and happily they go out the door, floating on a cloud of bliss back to the harsh grey reality of London. Home to their lives of hiding who they truly are and trying to fit back into conformity. Thankfully they do it with the knowledge of what it truly means to be a whore. It's not some tawdry back alley lifestyle full of drugs and pimps. At least not for all of us, but it SHOULD BE!

Sex workers are Sacred and sex workers should be treated as such. No, I'm not suggesting we get temples built in our honour, but a few brothels here and there would make this world a much better place and a much safer place for sex workers everywhere. When we're put at risk and dictated to as to what kind of kinks we're allowed to perform, it only causes harm for society. It creates a seedy underground - like something from the Victorian era. It didn't work then and it won't work now. Things need to move forward, not backwards. So what if Joe Average needs to put on a nappy and then intentionally wet himself in the hope that you'll punish him for being naughty, and if lucky..... maybe you'll spank him? So what? It's what a grown, consenting, person wants and it's nobody's business but his and mine.

Sex workers are your friends, your family, even your spouses. A pay cheque for a job that you're well qualified for is everyone's goal in life; whoring for money is no different. My talent is Pleasure. I'm the pleasure model of the human species. But that doesn't mean I don't deserve freedom and safety from harm.

Think about it.


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Photo: Top Right, 'Hug' by Manu Valcarce
'Rosalind' violin/rose image by Vera Rodriguez
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© Experimental Experience 2018 Photo of our cast hugging from the 2014 teaser performance at Bar Wotever at the Vauxhall Tavern