The Whore in the House Next Door

I am full of questions today and full of jubilant energy just springing from my rabid love of adventurous knowledge seeking and interviewing and I'll tell you why; Yesterday I found out that in the house next door to mine, lives an actual, living, breathing prostitute.

I couldn't be more jazzed.

 

Is it still called a "Peeping Tom" if the perpetrator is a girl?

-------------------------------------------------------

Let's call her Lily. Lily is from Sussex in England and she's lovely and intelligent and healthy and lives a very lovely life with her husband who is also from England. She has lovely red hair and a pretty pink yogurt sort of complexion and she's in her late fifties.

It absolutely bowled me over to hear that this woman was a sex worker.

I'm not in a judgmental head space when I relay this information to you, but rather my mind is all twisted by my discovery. I have friends in my city who are sex workers (my state does not permit prostitution in any way, shape or form, by the way) and I've found them to be the most honest, vibrantly self truthful people I've ever encountered. They seem to have this air of dispatched preconceptions that so many people seem to have, including me. It frees them up...a lot.

So unfortunately Lily had a run in with the law about licensing for bank transfers from her credit merchant that processes customers pay information. She runs a house where several other girls work from and she pretty much heads it up so she took the brunt of the drama. This is how it came to be community knowledge.

The other horrible thing about Lily's predicament is that now our neighbors have started to shun her and her lovely husband for fear of catching her horribly contagious case of the "whore flu".

 

Do note that during the Victorian Age "gay" was a term appointed to those working 

in prostitution versus those who were homosexual.

------------------------------------------------

Our neighborhood is a mixed sort with older people, families with kids, single people, and we even have a pastor from our local church. I was sickened when a particular neighbor who may or may not be the pastor came up to me as I walked my dog one early morning and asked,

"So what's your position on the twisted sinner that lives next door to you?"

I nearly gagged as I replied,

"I really don't know who you're referring to as we're all sinners here on Earth, Pastor."

With those burning words, I stuck my little chin in the air and trotted back home with my tiny dog in tow.

I really couldnt believe that he had asked me that and had judged her so severely based on one piece of her life even though he knows her quite well and used to consider her a friend. Its so sad to me.

I feel a human being should be judged on the whole combination of their person, their soul and their merit and not on the one pointless mark that they happen to be a sex worker.

Whores are people too, damn it!

(Do know that I use that word in only the most loving way.)

Being a slut of some high degree, I know what its like to be judged for being sexually free and open and my heart goes out to Lily in her time of need. It hurts to know that even in modern society an enterprising woman can't be respected as she should just because some tend to find her line of work morally reprehensible.

I even baked cookies and left some on her doorstep with a note that said,

Keep your chin up, things will be better. Signed, A Friend.

So Lily, if you did enjoy those cookies just know it was me, the bouncy college student who lives next door that gave you that little nudge to make you smile.

................

...