22.

sold.

I tried to gear myself up for this week past. First, by giving Gomer (Hosea 1:3) a fair trial in my head. Second, by borrowing Angell and Van Raay's memoirs. Third, and finally - some chunky academic lit on the idea of prostitution.

My summation line:

Please don't ever call it 'sex work'.

Once you do that, you give into the devil's schemes of normalising the commodification of my body, my soul. Ones that could very well be yours.

Add my experience of my first personal encounter with a prostituted human this week. I'll call her Shona. Beautiful and broken. Her face is colourless. She lifts up her sleeve for the other student social worker and myself to see the blood over her veins.

Five years. Now twenty two, she began selling her body to survive when her father was put into jail five years ago.

Let's return.
Angell reminisces about the glamour. Sex she enjoyed, sex she was good at giving. Sex that could sometimes verge on rape for the stated protection of other women.
Not sure about you, but I don't accept the first problem.

Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God?

You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body.
(1 Cor 6:19-20)

Sexuality was bestowed on us.
Sexuality is not a bad thing.
Sexuality is not evil.

Song of Songs 2:3-6

But Lord, what if we don't have a choice?
What then?

[But we do.]