I started to fall in love with an escort I first saw as a client; there was a tremendous spark between us from the first, and she always gave me extra time and soon started refusing payment entirely. We had great dom/sub sexual chemistry, but it wasn’t just that and we soon started to get very serious. However, she did not want to give up her financial independence and I’m not wealthy. Also, I was worried that I only believed I was in love with her; I couldn’t trust that there wasn’t a pimp or pimp-surrogate somewhere, or that she was somehow scamming me. I also didn’t want to be a rescuer figure, and didn’t want a relationship I could never really be honest to my family about.
As I’ve explained in many previous essays, sex workers’ relationships actually aren’t dramatically different from others’ relationships unless their partners try to make them different. When a reader asked my husband, “How do you know that she won’t fall for someone else the same way that she fell for you?”, this was his reply:
Like any other marriage. She’s not more likely to fall in love with someone else than any other woman would be. You might as well worry about your wife falling in love with some guy she sees in the produce aisle at the supermarket. There has to be trust. I have to trust her just like any other man has to trust his wife; if you don’t have trust your relationship won’t work whether she’s an escort or a secretary.
Unfortunately, you could not give the lady your trust. This is not a recrimination; you said it yourself, and people can’t help their feelings. You mentioned “pimps”, but as I have explained before that is nothing more than a pejorative term for any non-client male in a whore’s life; managers, drivers, bodyguards, boyfriends, landlords and even male relatives and friends are tarred with the epithet “pimp” even if their behavior is no different from that of a man in the equivalent relationship with an amateur. I might point out, in fact, that had your girlfriend been arrested while the two of you were together, the police might very well have accused you of being her “pimp”. So you’re right in that there really was a pimp somewhere…and it was you. Again, that’s not a recrimination, just a wake-up call about how cops and prohibitionists would have labeled your relationship (especially since it was a dom-sub one; just imagine what a reporter would’ve made of that!)
As I said, nobody can help the way we feel; we practically absorb cultural prejudices and fears with our mothers’ milk, and it’s nearly impossible to root all of them out no matter how hard we try. I wish I could give you some magical means of erasing your concerns, but I don’t have that power; had the relationship gone on you would probably both been hurt a lot worse. So I think it’s for the best that y’all both move on: you to a woman who won’t trigger the biases you never asked to be burdened with, and her to a man who somehow managed to avoid or shed them.
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