Ireland, is not a fun place to be a young, unemployed student. We face astronomical college fees. We are expected to take up forced labour schemes, or emigrate. Our mental health system is lacking the vital services it requires to serve it’s main purpose. We may forget about housing, that could be a whole blog post of it’s own. Social protection, has proved to not be so protecting after all. So, when a young female student, unemployed, needs to find 2750euro, within a few months, where does she turn?
In this case, she turned to this relatively new idea in ireland, called a financial arrangement. She signed up to a website, which matches wealthy men (sugar daddy’s), with young female students (sugar babies). The sugar babies, provide the men, with companionship and time, in return for an arranged fee. In other words, the men pay for sex. It’s what I would call middle class prostitution. To be blunt.
I did this once. It was unwanted and cold sex. I was taken to a fancy hotel in Dublin city, to a fancy hotel suite, with a separate living area. A balcony. Room service. A wealthy man. And me.
I admit I drank quite a bit before I even arrived. Not even that could quell my mind shouting at me not to go ahead with it.
But I desperately needed that money.
In the morning, I awoke, and decided to leave immediately. As I was getting ready, he threw a wad of cash into my bag. I said goodbye. And began to walk down the hall quickly, whilst counting my cash.
I had become a whore.
I rang my best friend immediately, who knew what I was doing. Within a few hours we where drinking away my memories of that night. That’s the problem with this work. You will end up spending a lot of the cash, trying to forget how you got it in the first place.
Thankfully, since that horrific experience, I have found a wealthy man, who sends me books to read, I then write about these books. I am part of a privileged book club I guess. Every fortnight, I receive a book, with cash enclosed within it. Luckily for me, these books are actually extremely interesting.
Would I advise someone in financial distress, to take the measures I’ve taken? Not necessarily. Being a middle class prostitute, is a dangerous game. You sell something extremely precious and valuable, to some sleaze. You don’t know who he is, or what he is capable of. You don’t know who else is in that hotel suite when you walk in. If you gotta do it, do it wisely.
The book thing, however, is great. So far. But who knows what this guy really wants?
Before now, I seen sex work, as an underground, suspicious trade, that involved pimps, streets and drugs. I thought of drug addicts, becoming sex workers to fuel their habit. When you think of a sex worker, never would you think of a student, just trying to get an education,
I am not ashamed of what I done, what I am ashamed of, is the situation I find myself in.