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Ladies! Every prostitute and punter must read this. Does it ring true with you? Read it and weep or tell us...

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Former prostitute takes aim at her clients in scathing letter
A FORMER sex worker has revealed what she was really thinking all that time in a scathing letter to all the men who paid to have sex with her.
Tanja Rahm
news.com.auAPRIL 13, 20164:16PM
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Tanja Rahm has a few choice words for the men for paid her for sex in her early 20s.Source:Facebook
OPINION
Dear sex customer,
If you think that I ever felt attracted to you, you are terribly mistaken. I have never had any desire to go to work, not once. The only thing on my mind was to make money, and fast.
Do not confuse that with easy money; it was never easy. Fast, yes. Because I quickly learned the many tricks to get you to come as quickly as possible, so I could get you off of me, or from under me, or from behind me.

And no, you never turned me on during the act. I was a great actress. For years I have had the opportunity to practice for free. Actually, it falls under the concept of multi-tasking. Because while you lay there, my thoughts were always elsewhere. Somewhere where I was not confronted with you sucking out my self respect, without spending as much as 10 seconds on the reality of the situation, or to look me in the eye.
If you thought you were doing me a favour by paying me for 30 minutes or an hour, you were wrong. I would rather have had you in and out as fast as possible. When you thought yourself to be my holy saviour, asking what a pretty girl like me was doing in a place like that, you lost your halo when you proceeded to ask me to lie down on my back, and then put all your efforts into feeling my body as much as possible with your hands. Actually, I would have preferred if you had gotten down on your back and had let me do my job.
When you thought you could boost your masculinity by getting me to climax, you need to know that I faked it. I could have won a gold medal in faking it. I faked it so much, that the receptionist would nearly fall off of her chair laughing. What did you expect? You were perhaps number three, or number five, or eight that day.
Did you really think I was able to get turned on mentally or physically by having sex with men I did not choose myself? Not ever. My genitals were burning. From lubricant and condoms. And I was tired. So tired, that often I had to be careful not to close my eyes for fear of falling asleep while my moaning continued on autopilot.
If you thought you paid for loyalty or small talk, you need to think again. I had zero interest in your excuses. I did not care that your wife had pelvic pain, and that you just could not go without sex. Or when you offered any other pathetic excuse for coming to buy sex with me.

When you praised my appearance, my body, or my sexual abilities, you could just as well have vomited on me. You did not see the person behind the mask. You only saw that which confirmed your illusion of a raunchy woman with an unstoppable sex drive.
In fact, you never said what you thought I wanted to hear. Instead, you said what you yourself needed to hear. You said that, which was needed to preserve your illusion, and which prevented you from thinking about how I had ended up where I was at 20 years of age. Basically, you did not care at all. Because you had one goal only, and that was to show off your power by paying me to use my body as it pleased you.
When a drop of blood appeared on the condom, it was not because my period had just come. It was because my body was a machine, one that could not be interrupted by a monthly cycle, so I inserted a sponge into my vagina, when I menstruated. To be able to continue on the sheets.
And no, I did not go home after you had finished. I continued working, telling the next customer exactly the same story that you had heard. You were all so consumed with your own lust that a little menstrual blood did not stop you.
When you came with objects, lingerie, costumes or toys, and wanted erotic role-play, my inner machine took over. I was disgusted with you and your sometimes quite sick fantasies. The same goes for the times when you smiled and said that I looked like a 17-year-old girl. It did not help that you yourself were 50, 60, 70, or older.
When you regularly violated my boundaries by either kissing me, or inserting your fingers into me, or taking off your condom, you did it knowing perfectly well that it was against the rules. You were testing my ability to say no. And you enjoyed it.
When I did not object clearly enough, or when I too often would simply ignore it. And then you used it in a perverted way to show how much power you had and that you could cross my boundaries.
When I finally told you off, and made it clear that I would not have you as a customer again if you could not respect the rules, you insulted me and my role as prostitute. You were condescending, threatening and rude.
When you buy sex, it says a lot about you, your humanity, and your sexuality. To me, it is a sign of your weakness, even though you confuse it with a sick sort of power and status.
You think you have a right. I mean, the prostitutes are out there anyway, right? But they are only prostitutes because men like you stand in the way of healthy and respectful relationship between men and women.
Prostitutes only exist because men like you feel you have the right to satisfy your sexual urges using the orifices of other people’s bodies.
Prostitutes exist because you and your peers feel that your sexuality requires access to sex whenever it suits you.
Prostitutes exist because you are a misogynist, and because you are more concerned with your own sexual needs than the relationships in which your sexuality could actually flourish.

A man hands out cards for a brothel in Perth.

A man hands out cards for a brothel in Perth.Source:News Limited
When you buy sex, it reveals that you have not found the core within your own sexuality. I feel sorry for you, I really do. That you are so mediocre that you think that sex is all about ejaculating into a stranger’s vagina.
And if one is not handy, it is never further away than down the street, where you can pay an unknown woman to be able to empty yourself into a rubber while inside of her.
What a petty and frustrated man you must be. A man unable to create profound and intimate relationships, in which the connection runs deeper than just your ejaculation.
A man, who expresses his feelings through his climaxes, who does not have the ability to verbalise them, but prefers to channel them through his genitals to rid himself of them. What a weak masculinity. A truly masculine man would never degrade himself by paying for sex.
As far as your humanity goes, I believe in the good in people, also in you. I know that deep down, you have a conscience. That you have quietly wondered whether what you did was ethically and morally justifiable. I also know that you defend your actions and likely think that you treated me well, were kind, never mean or did not violate my boundaries.
But you know what? That is called evading your responsibility. You are not confronting reality. You delude yourself in thinking that the people you buy are not bought. Not forced into prostitution.
Maybe you even think that you did me a favour and gave me a break by talking about the weather, or giving me a little massage before you penetrated me. It did me no favours. All it did was confirm to me that I was not worth more. That I was a machine, whose primary function was to let others exploit my sexuality.
I have many experiences from prostitution. They enable me to write this letter to you. But it is a letter, which I would much rather not have written. These are experiences I wish I could have avoided.
You of course, you thought of yourself as one of the nice customers. But there are no nice customers. Just those who confirm the women’s negative view of themselves.
Yours truly,
Tanja Rahm
Tanja Rahm spent three years in different Danish brothels and left prostitution when she was 23-years-old to become a therapist, sexologist and a lecturer. This letter, adapted from one that first appeared on the Danish website Welt, is one of 18 personal stories published in Prostitution Narratives: Stories of Survival in the Sex Trade, a new book by Caroline Norma and Melinda Tankard Reist.
 
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That was a very moving piece of writing from a young girl who obviously absolutely despised every single one of the pathetic creatures who rented her body for their own misguided, selfish & shallow needs.
Every single word she wrote was dripping with hatred & loathing however I am guessing she had enough inner strength to still love & respect herself enough to walk away from the fast but not easy money.
Every working girl & every single punter needs to read her letter. I for one will never ever forget it.
 
I found this to be a deeply moving article, it’s a truth that I’ve often felt to be the case for many working girls. I’ve worked in hospitality before, in hotels, helped professional ladies with punters, called them taxis etc, I’ve always tried to be kind and to treat people with respect that everyone deserves, regardless of how they make a living.

I’ve not used their professional services yet but I’m in a relationship that would benefit from the right girl, who could help us, connect with her and each other. Just human needs, nothing too out of the ordinary, but I get the transactionary nature of the relationship - but we would never take advantage of the client/service provider relationship; just proceed with respect and gratitude... but I get that may not be sufficient... what does everyone else think?
 
It is interesting you did pick that line out.
When I read that line it seemed to be at total opposites and out of place with every other word being written about what she really thought of those who saw her her.

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This article was taken out of a book written by academic feminist who oppose the sex industry Tanaj Rahm is being used she is to the Swedish Solution, as Greta Thunberg is to Green Peace and there fellow traveller.

And by the way Channelle why I do not have a conscience or at least a guilty one is first I don't f**k slaves I pay what is asked and as Annabel Davies puts it "I Play Nice or at least try too.


This is the post I meant to write it stays I am proud to post it
 
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So much hate coming from this woman, this letter was written (I believe) by a woman trying to find some way to forgive herself for the choices she made - perhaps choices she was forced to make. The industry is sometimes difficult -like any job.
It's important to remember that each SW and each punter has their own reasons why they choose to see or be seen. I couldn't imagine doing anything for 3 years that I hated so much... and I've been in and out of this industry for 10x that approximately.
 
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Really?? Why?? because some angry feminist full of hate and self loathing publicly wrote about her internal dialogue while she was fucking strangers for money. I can think of several hundred better reasons to self assess.
 
This excerpt from her piece of writing pretty much sums it up. For me anyway.
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most if what she said is probably true for some of the ladies that do this for a profession ! But others maybe do enjoy it !
Enjoy "it" or enjoy the "fast money"?
I would think not even a stark raving nymphomaniac would enjoy having sex with overweight, balding, self centred old men, assuming of course they could even get it up. 😖
 
Sounds like she is ungrateful for being paid for sex and she now wants to insult the guys. If she was a decent person she would get an education, a real job instead of being a sex worker.

After reading her story / letter over again I believe there is one vital part of information missing that I think we need to know - What event or series of events led to her becoming a prostitute in the first instance?
 
Common reasons a lady becomes a sex worker.
1. She comes from a poor family, mummy and daddy would not buy her everything that she wanted.
2. She was addicted to drugs and needed money to support her habit.
3. A friend convinced her it was an exciting way to make lots of money with minimal effort.
4. Forced or tricked into prostitution and must pay back debt.
5. She is unemployed and uneducated and it is an easy way to earn money.
 
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Maybe she was from a poor family, mummy and daddy would not buy her everything that she wants or she was addicted to drugs and needed money to support her habit or a friend convinced her it was an exciting way to make lots of money.
Yes there are of course thousands of possible "maybe's" but it would be very interesting to know the actual "reason(s)" which led her to make a conscious decision to become a prostitute & also the "reason(s)" she decided to walk away from prostitution.
 
A sex worker has a financial motive driven by pursuit of money to live a better lifestyle. Sex is traded to customers in exchange for money, drugs or gifts.
 
She has the wrong attitude and should never have entered the industry.

There is no shortage of working ladies who enjoy meeting people, hearing their stories, offering advice abd striking up long term friendships.
 
Radical feminists with man hating attitude is more than likely a lesbian and regards sex work as a way to earn lots of money and now preaches and lectures to women than men are evil. She is now just a bitter, screeching, banshee. She blames men for all her problems in her life and never takes accountability or responsibility.
 
I found this to be a deeply moving article, it’s a truth that I’ve often felt to be the case for many working girls. I’ve worked in hospitality before, in hotels, helped professional ladies with punters, called them taxis etc, I’ve always tried to be kind and to treat people with respect that everyone deserves, regardless of how they make a living.

I’ve not used their professional services yet but I’m in a relationship that would benefit from the right girl, who could help us, connect with her and each other. Just human needs, nothing too out of the ordinary, but I get the transactionary nature of the relationship - but we would never take advantage of the client/service provider relationship; just proceed with respect and gratitude... but I get that may not be sufficient... what does everyone else think?
I think if you go into it knowing full well that you only get what you pay for afterall you may not walk away from the experience quite as disappointed.
 
She has the wrong attitude and should never have entered the industry.

There is no shortage of working ladies who enjoy meeting people, hearing their stories, offering advice abd striking up long term friendships.
But are there really such working ladies or is that just part of the illusion that you are paying for?
 
Yes. I have met them.
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Have you really though?
Or have you just met the actress worthy of an Academy Award, simply selling you the illusion you so eagerly wish to purchase?
 
I hate hearing stories like this from rude, arrogant, ungrateful sex workers.
Male customers are paying you to service us, we do not deserve your disrespect!
This is typical world owes me mindset of young people today.
Many young people did not get the discipline, education or parenting that would shape them into decent citizens that contribute towards society.
 
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