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My attention was drawn to a blog. The blog is written by Rebecca Mott who claims to be a “prostitution survivor”. I feel that I should be allowed to say “claims to be”, because she will tell you that I claim to be a happy hooker. I have as many doubts about her authenticity as she has about mine. She has written a piece which the comments proclaim to be ‘brave’. I just found insulting, so I called her on it.

I replied in the same style as the original post and luckily I took a screen capture, so I can show you exactly what I said. 



I was then called deluded, told that I am suffering false consciousness, that my consent to sex is not valid and accused of being a pimp. 


I was told that I must be profiting from the suffering of ‘prostituted women’. I cannot possibly be who I claim to be, apparently. 

And so it went (rather quickly) from the above to this:

“A well organised approach to spread propaganda of the sex trade”

It now says on there that anyone who disagreed must either be a man, or a woman who is trying to “silence exited women”. 

I beg your pardon? Who tried to silence whom? I was just trying to point out that no, your experience is not the definitive one. Yours is not the only voice that needs to be heard. 


Apparently it’s ok to silence me. I am deluded. I am worth no more than my hands and holes. 


I am a fuck machine. 


Do you remember…

When you were a child and the biggest threat was “I’ll tell my Mum/Dad/Gran/Whatever”?

Well there’s a new one, although this may not apply to everybody.

Whenever I do something silly (quite often), the first words from Laura’s mouth are:

“I am soooo blogging about this!”

I just don’t understand it. What is the problem with asking a drunk man in Inverness to show me his moves? (He was absolutely bungalowed and it wasn’t yet 1pm. I was horrified and yet very impressed)


Now then. Completely unrelated.

This is for Burlesque Honey:

Jilted John 🙂


Yours laughingly

Amanda xx

Quote of the Day:
Virtue has never been as respectable as money.
–Mark Twain, 19th-century American humorist, author and journalist

What the?

On every other page that banner widget thing has behaved itself, so how come it’s buggered off up to the top on this one? Answers on a postcard please…

I love Boris Johnson less then I used to 😦

If I remember, I’ll tell you why tomorrow. I’m too damn tired at the moment, so I’m off to bed.

More fiddling about with this site to look forward to in the morning.


I have email waiting to be answered as well. Don’t worry, I’ll do that in the morning as well.

Goodnight folks




Test, test, test!
Yes, I’m feeling very testy today. I’m currently trying to set up an application on my phone so that I can still blog on the go, without my laptop (RIP lappy).
So, please ignore any unusually strange posts. You know… More strange than usual. 🙂

Twittery wossname

You may have noticed the new addition in the right hand column. My twittery thing. I now twitter/twit/twat/tweet or whatever you want to call it. I’m going to try to stop posting teeny little one line blogs and start tweeting those instead.

If I happen to get to the point where I am doing what some folks do on Facebook and announcing every blink or breath in/out or (God forbid) bowel movement, then will somebody please shoot me in the face?

Thank you