STARTING OVER 

I am starting over with blogging.

I have been away from writing for a long time. Call it resting.

Or call it discovering what being human is. I am unsure - only know I am changing, maybe even becoming what I always should of been.

My old blog is gone, though with help from a nerd, it could be recovered. Personally, I would love help from someone with patience and computer skills to get my old blog back online for me, or to have a permanent record of all that work.

But that writing is unreachable for me, so I start over.

I want this blog to be more about trauma in all its multiple aspects.

I see confronting and explaining trauma for the prostituted as a political act, not a personal diary.

Trauma in the prostituted is usually extreme and complex.

Our trauma is historical as a group - reaching back to the first man who choose to barter to rape a woman.

I have no idea when that happened, more than likely long before human made objects or a written record of it. Maybe even back to cavemen bartering goods or food to rape.

Our trauma is not locked into one culture, one country or even only enclosed in cities - our trauma is everywhere but made nowhere.

It is the trauma of living inside torture.

It is the trauma of having no access to full humanity.

It is the trauma of serial raping.

It is the trauma of being silenced.

It is the trauma of being deny basic human rights.

It is the trauma of no protection from society or laws.

That is just the surface of our trauma.

Now is the time to hear our trauma - know our pain, know our grief and know that we can lead in destroying the sex trade.

To hear us will not be easy.

Your instinct may be to speak over our truths, to speak for us rather than beside us, or just to translate our words into a language that fits your outlook.

To listen means stopping all that, and be more humble and hear our multiple voices.

There will be fury in our words, deep sorrow as we speak, some confusion as we remember, and descriptions of numbness where there should be agony.

This is hard to hear, but it leads to revolution in how destroy the sex trade.

We, the prostituted, can show you the route to weak places in the sex trade, where we can plant dynamite to destroy it at the roots.

We can give a deeper understanding of why men choose to hate women.

We can show you what that hate means to our bodies and minds - as a warning to all women or just to say stop lessening what it is to be prostituted..

This a short opening to my blog. Please follow and see where this journey goes.