I’m sure there are many other women like me because I’ve met them, working alongside me in strip bars and at sex-related events as London escorts and sexy parties. I was a bar shopper where they made last-minute cocktails and dirty trios at sexy events. However, I haven’t yet met any of them from the other side.
It could be because sex, in general, is more sexually local fuck attractive for females. The pain of admitting that you’re involved in the same relationship is more significant than when you’re subjected to the sexy whims of a myriad of connections. But I’ll never forget being outside the room where my first sexual encounter was held, gazing through an eye at the guys in the semi-circle, who had their stomachs flipping. I can’t imagine how many women walked through the doors looking inside and could not dare to take their seats.
It’s not an easy job to recover from sexual abuse in a male-dominated context or speak out about things like rape-related humiliation thoughts or even the shame I feel about my body in the presence of males who might or may not understand. The thing that never ceases to cheer me up is that no matter how difficult I am with the slow process of recovering confidence, self-esteem, and sanity, I’ll be in the waiting room until the next terrified woman in dire need of help appears.
