We Are All Whores
The oldest archetype. The most modern truth.
Very rarely am I called a “hoe”.
But, occasionally, some undeveloped young soul throws a comment like that on one of my posts.
I find it really amusing 🙂
Let’s get one thing straight:
Whore is not a dirty word.
It’s a mirror.
And if you dare to look into it… you’ll see yourself.
Now before you flex your moral biceps or cancel your subscription😅 sit with this:
Every single one of us (yes, ALL of us, even the ones with a pension scheme and a calendar full of meetings that could’ve been emails🙄) has, at one point or another, sold something sacred for survival, approval, security, or status.
Your time.
Your voice.
Your truth.
Your body.
Your soul.
You might not have done it on OnlyFans, but you sure as hell did it in that office, nodding along to a manager who made your skin crawl.
You did it in that relationship you stayed in because it paid the bills.
You did it when you dimmed your light so someone else could feel more comfortable.
You did it when you smiled, obeyed, performed…knowing it wasn’t really you showing up.
Just a version of you that was more… Appropriate? Profitable? Convenient?
We are all whores.
And I say this with love❤️
Because the prostitute archetype isn’t just some woman in fishnets and heels leaning into a stranger’s car window. (Does that even exist anymore?)
No.
”She” lives in all of us.
Every time we bend, shrink, or fake it, just to be accepted or rewarded.
It’s the man who abandons his dreams for a job that eats him alive.
It’s the influencer who pretends to be happy while dying inside.
It’s the mother stuck in martyr-mode, forgetting she’s also a woman.
It’s the wife who trades sex for peace and silence in a dead marriage.
It’s the employee who clocks in and out, half-dead, chasing weekends that never feel like enough.
The prostitute archetype isn’t about sex.
It’s about exchange.
It asks:
What are you willing to trade… and is it worth it?
And here’s the paradox:
Sometimes we whore ourselves to survive.
Sometimes we choose to.
But doing it on autopilot? That’s what slowly drains the life out of us.
When we forget we even have a choice…
That’s when it gets dangerous.
I have been there.
Secret 🔐 : I once made a custom video strangling myself😶.
Not ashamed. And yes, I’ve forgiven myself, I didn’t know better at the time.
I’m still ‘in that zone’ sometimes.
Talking to random dick pics.
Rating them.
But you know what? I do it with love and humour, and that combo, is the most powerful antidote, believe me.
(The other day a guy was gladly surprised when I sent hugs to his dick 😂)
I create content (ugh, I hate that word).
Let’s not act like I’m Spielberg 🙄
I take nude pics. I make videos. That’s it.
And yes, I turn people on.
But only when it turns me on too.
Or, at the very least, when it’s fun.
I won’t fake orgasms.
I won’t fake enthusiasm.
And I will absolutely not perform like a trained monkey doing tricks for coins.
(Sorry to that one guy who keeps commenting: “Please, Miss, please wear flipflops.” 😂)
Not for money.
Not for clicks.
Might do it for fun.
Because I am both the whore… and the one watching her 👀
And I’ve realized the difference between empowerment and enslavement is just one word: AWARENESS
So if you’re gonna sell yourself, at least own it.
Know the price.
Know your worth.
And have fun with it.
Sex workers are just honest about what they’re selling. Everyone else is pretending they’re not selling anything…but they fucking are.
P.S.
The next time you want to judge a sex worker, ask yourself:
Who’s really selling out more?
The woman dancing naked under her own rules…
Or the man in the suit who hasn’t looked at himself and his own life in ten years?
Coming Up…
A more comprehensive video/podcast about this archetype🙂
New Video “Unboxing my ‘cannon-cocked’ New Man” 😅
New Erotica Story: “The Man at the Window” 🪟(only for paid subscribers)
Love,
Rose 🌹