The Head of a Pin

Prohibitionist fanatics are fond of telling us that the “vast majority” of whores are “trafficked sex slaves”, passive and “voiceless” vegetable-like entities who are reduced to this state by the magical potions and mind-control powers of evil “pimps” and then posed like sex dolls for uncaring “johns” to use.  They even bizarrely reverse the actual statistic, claiming that “98%” of us are these pathetic creatures, despite the enormous evidence to the contrary.  But let’s forget about studies for a few minutes; let’s ignore the fact that no normal man would want to have sex with a cowering, bruised, malnourished, dirty lump of flesh, and that any real sex worker can tell you how much time, effort and money we need to expend so as to look as pretty, happy, healthy and enthusiastic as possible.  Let’s ignore the fact that for prohibitionist claims to work, literally every single man in the US would have to be fucking a “trafficked child” every single week of his life.  Let’s forget about the literally hundreds of requests I’ve gotten from men asking how they can avoid “pimped” escorts, the thousands of requests for reassurance every young-looking sex worker has to field before she matures to a point where she’s assumed to have agency, and the inescapable fact that very young sex workers often lie up about their ages in order to minimize this chronic annoyance.  Let’s even ignore the fact that highly-publicized pogroms sold to the public as “sex trafficking investigations” virtually never turn up anyone coerced, and even when they do the number is tiny and the cases look essentially nothing like the propaganda.  I just have one question for the prohibitionists:

Where are they?

Where are all of these “trafficked sex slaves”?  And where are the “pimps”?  Show me some of them, please.

See, I can show you thousands of Twitter accounts, blogs and essays from sex workers; I can provide photos of absolutely enormous crowds of sex workers protesting against criminalization of our work, especially in the countries prohibitionists claim to be “hotbeds” of “sex trafficking”.  I even know ladies who’ve worked under really shitty conditions, exploited and coerced by husbands or boyfriends…and they all support decriminalization.  But all the prohibitionists can produce are a handful of show ponies like Rachel Moran and Theresa Flores, whom they parade around endlessly to recite their lurid tales of rape and beatings in front of crowds of gawking yahoos who then go home to masturbate.  Almost none of these so-called “survivors” can produce an arrest record, the name of a “pimp”, an old ad under which they were supposedly “sold for sex”, or any corroborating evidence whatsoever; what’s more, their tragedy porn always takes place conveniently years or decades in the past, long enough for the evidentiary trail to have been washed away by their bucketfuls of crocodile tears.  And you know why?  Because these supposedly “trafficked” hordes are nothing but the products of fevered religious imaginations, phantasms that not only never existed but never could exist because they break every known law and fact of physics, biology, psychology, sexuality, sociology, statistics, history and common sense.  They are nothing but angels dancing on the head of a pin, nonexistent entities whose existence is propounded by evil and sociopathic “leaders” as an excuse for tyranny and a distraction from their complete inability to actually solve even the simplest problems of the real world the rest of us are forced to inhabit.