About Sadie Vashti
After internalizing a lifetime of invalidating imagery, it’s can be affirming to have people throw money at you just because you’re hot.
After years of poverty, starving on dumpstered bagels, sleeping in boxcars and all that other crusty punk shit, I’m no stranger to being broke. Despite my college degree, years of experience as a case manager, white- and passing-privilege, and infinite hard work as a volunteer community organizer, it’s still hard to find and hold down a job with a living wage as a trans woman who lives with mental health issues.
It’s easy to see why so many people, especially in queer and trans communities, turn to sex work. In one night, I can make more money than I used to make in a month standing on my feet churning out lattes. And I don’t have a boss!
After internalizing a lifetime of invalidating imagery, it’s can be affirming to have people throw money at you just because you’re hot. It’s also empowering to know I can support myself on my own terms. And, as the DC Trans Coalition recently wrote in our study of trans communities in the District, sex work often provides a space for marginalized people to create networks of mutual support.
But of course, being a whore isn’t all fun. There’s also: The Anxiety. The boring hours wasted on Craigslist. The ever-present fear of police raids, bad dates, condemnation, and everything else that goes along with being a tranny hooker.
This is why I prefer porn over escorting. As I’ve written elsewhere, porn performers have to deal with stigma, but escorts are much more actively criminalized. Further, street-involved sex workers face the brunt of physical violence.