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In Her Own Words…Interview With a London Call Girl: Review

Posted on the 19 December 2012 by Weekwoman @WeekWoman

“I love it. It’s fun now. But sometimes I can’t stand it. Sometimes I really hate it. But a lot of the time, I like it. I like it better than a boyfriend. It’s fun.”

This is one sentence. But there are many I could have chosen from the interview I’m reading of Q, a woman in her mid-twenties who had been

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selling sex since she was fifteen. And nearly all of them would have reflected the divided, oxymoronic emotions revealed in this near-chiastic sentence, whose circular structure seems almost calculated to represent the unmerry-go-round of confusion that pervaded her life.

In Her Own Words…Interview with a London Call Girl”, is an unedited transcript of Q’s words, spoken to Ruth Jacobs in the 1990s. They describe her emotions – or really, lack thereof, in regard to her body, her mind and her life. She reveals a life hardened by abuse; a body disconnected from a mind; a soul that she cannot help but continue to destroy.

Q describes an attitude to her work that sounds like addiction. She speaks of loving it, hating it, relishing the control, hating what feels like a rape she must consent to. And more than once, she says “I can’t stop” – phrasing which sounds very much like it’s missing a “but I want to”.

And it doesn’t just affect her work-life – the emotions have infected nearly all aspects of her life. She repeatedly states that she can’t have a boyfriend – partly because sex without being paid for it feels like rape, but also because she can no longer trust men after what she’s seen. What she’s done. Who she’s done it with. “I would always think of them as tampering with my child”, she says – and continues, “I think that if it weren’t for prostitutes there’d be a lot more people getting raped in the world”. She is providing a chilling service.

Not that she receives gratitude for it. People, “especially women…normal women” – with that qualifier revealing so much of what’s wrong with our attitudes to women who sell sex – “take the piss” out of her being “a hooker”. “’s like they’re disgusted with me”, she says. But as she points out, these people who look down on her for how she pays the rent, who attack her mother for “letting” her do it, aren’t provide any assistance beyond their inefficacious moral outrage. And so she doesn’t “give a shit about them”.

And they don’t give a shit about her. Friends who she looks to for support expect sex in return. No sex, no support.

Q talks about the “buzz” of feeling in control as she dresses up and looks “like a proper hooker”; she also talks about times where she felt like she was being raped, but had to continue for the money. It is hard to think of anything less like control. It’s hard to think of anything less like fun.

And yet, it’s all Q knows, and it’s what she wants to keep doing as long as she can. “…‘cos I like this fantasyland what I’m in. You’re in a world of your own. It’s like…but I’m having fun. I like it.”

Since this interview, Q has sadly died. Ruth Jacobs’ book has been released in order to raise funds for “Beyond the Streets”, a charity that aims to help women who want to leave the industry. A charity that doesn’t stand in judgment. Which is crucial, because, while there are some women who enjoy their work, what is clear from Q’s story is that, for those who don’t, the sex industry can destroy you, mind, soul, and ultimately, even body.

You can buy a copy of the book here. Please do. It’s an incredibly moving and powerful read – and opens the door to voices that are far too little heard.

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