Thu 14 Apr 2011
Trauma and shame can rip your tongue out. Decades ago, my friend and fellow writer, who goes by the alias Stella Marr, was a nineteen year old sophomore at Barnard, estranged from her family and academic funding, when violently abducted into the underworld of prostitution.
It took her over a decade to get out of the life, and at least another to begin articulating her story. She finds herself at odds with the brand of feminist sex-workers who find the career empowering; her experience was anything but:
“It was like I died after being smashed into a million tiny pieces sharp as broken glass. Then someone glued my body back together but inside I was a ghost. I became a completely different being. I felt like I’d been turned into something subhuman, and I could never turn back, that there was no chance I’d be accepted in the ‘civilian’ world. I’d become a hooker.”
To read the entire interview, and about her controversy and reconcilation with her fellow industry veterans, follow this link: