Every 2-3 months I do this speech in front of a class of 4th year medical students for a Dr. friend’s medical training practice. Very little is taught to medical students about the care of Transgender people so, I get to “babble” about it.
Last week’s group of young doctors asked the usual questions about one’s transition, and the discussion was typical except for one individual. She asked. “why do so many Transwomen become prostitutes?
Normally I wouldn’t have gone there but asked the other students if they had interest in the same topic and, up went 7 out of 10 students hands. I suggested they speak with women in the sex trade (since my perspective is that of (real) sex worker activists) but they insisted on hearing mine.
I started asking questions to the group, mostly because I wanted to see where there perspective stood. I wasn’t surprised to find this class of med students represented the view of middle America; they came from privileged (mostly suburban) homes with (admittedly) little or no tolerance for grey areas in a subject as inflammatory as sex work. Their inquisition was consistent and predictable. Their assumptions, all whores being the old Victorian trope of the abused, addicted, dysfunctional and fallen prostitutes, incapable of forming their own opinions or making their own decisions. They wanted stories of Dickensian sex workers.
How could I resist a chance to offer my own experience, which runs opposite to their assumptions? I was hoping the conversation might make an impact on the opinions these people have about sex work in general.
The overall assumptions and opinions of the group were that a woman’s value as a human being decreases as she gains sexual experience. One girl asked me if I cared about preserving the ’sanctity’ of my body, insinuating sex without marriage or commitment is loveless sex which is inherently degrading. My responses at best gave the group a mix of restraint, confusion, and extreme discomfort. I enjoy giving discomfort where discomfort were due however, this group and I just didn’t see eye to eye. I mean fuck, it’s just sex.
As I began to share my opinion (as a person who is pro (consensual) sex work), one of the med students raised her hand and asked; “What makes you an authority on sex work and sex workers attitudes and direction? Before I could answer her, one of the male med students chimes in “she knows, trust me,” and he winks at me. Now I know this is naive of me to think, but for a minute I thought, “how does he know? What tipped him off exactly? I mean, I was using my legal name, I had on no makeup, my hair tied back with a scarf and wearing vintage resale shop clothing… He then said; ”I know nothing about you personally, however I’ve seen your ad.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about this group of students knowing I am a whore. I was a little stunned, but I’m not ashamed of what I do although I did feel a bit exposed. I suppose I should have felt mortified, but I didn’t. I did feel like a private part of my life had been exposed. As the group started exchanging little notes (google TS Miss Jasmine or Miss Jasmine TS), I’m sure they went back to their little apartments to surf the internet to identify every trace of my whorish self.
At this point in the discussion, I feel hopelessly restrained as I knew there was little I could say to begin to penetrate the many layers of misunderstandings and preconceptions the family of these youths instilled in them. Then, one of the students asked; “Will you give us a snapshot of a typical day in your life like, what did you do yesterday?”
So I told them. I grabbed Thai food for lunch with a couple of Chicago’s finest sex workers (code names Libertine and Infinite). Afterwards, walking through Bucktown with Nicole, a hot gg provider friend of mine. I explained how awesome it was to be in the company of such strong pro-whores. As we window shopped, I received a call from one of my favorite lovers. We have spent several sessions together, he on the bottom and me on the top. This call was to remind me that tonight, I would not be on top (FINALLY!). He explained to me in detail what we would be doing and this made me smile. One girl asked; “What went through your mind at the beginning and at the end of your session with him?”
I explained as we undressed one another, my thought was “This is gonna be great!” Then as I guided him to his knees before me I thought; “I can’t remember the last time I was the passive one.” After he sucked my cock, we switched positions. We kissed, we mashed, we tossed one another’s salad as we sexually wrestled for top position, he wouldn’t budge and insisted he would “have me.” He bent me over my love seat and fucked me into the next room. We almost made it to the bed, but instead I found myself being gently forced to my hands and knees. Banging me hard, holding my hair in his hands for leverage. Then he flipped me to my back, legs over his shoulders, his hands stroking my dick. He pulls out of me and with one hand and grabs the back of my neck. He removes his condom with the other hand as he cums across my tummy and it squirts all the way onto one of my tits and even a little bit shoots on my neck. Looking at his splattered cum against my soft Ivory skin, I thought; “What a beautiful shot!”
There were no further questions.
OXOXO
- Jas