A Peak at my Memoir RECYCLED HUMAN
THE SEX TRADE BUSINESS
Sadly, the first time someone attempted to lure me into being a sex worker, I actually put myself down and said, “You mean someone would actually pay to touch me?” I still had not grasped the idea that sex has no boundaries and does not discriminate. There is a market for anything and everything if you look hard enough.
I was about 13 years old when I ran away from a home for troubled children Upstate. My intention was to use my “missing” status as a way to get attention from my family. I would have rather been a problem to them than thrown away and forgotten. I would eventually call my dad, but would be coy until my family gave up and took back custody of me—having already awarded me to the state—because I was not going to disappear gracefully. I disliked feeling like I…
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