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to whom it may concern…

Far be it from me to normally allow tedious political machinations to dominate my ever gentle and moderately-tempered writing space,  but this last week, as  many of you will have seen, the fragrant Ms Harriet Harman has been on the vote-grabbing warpath once again with regard to Punternet, which (for those who do not know) is an advertising and review site (of ten years standing) for punters and prostitutes – as any of you who have seen my site will know, I have not a few Field Reports on there myself.

I do not intend to rake again over old coals; there is plenty of straight-from-the-horses-mouth reaction to HH’s preposterous assertions here on the PN message board, but I would implore all readers to consider that this blinkered, patronising rubbish is part of a far larger and more sinister agenda – to paint us all to the wider community as feeble, downtrodden, drug-addled victims, enslaved and controlled by the evil pimps and exploited, nay, raped daily by the selfish, uncaring lowlife who visit us to fuel their sick and disgusting perversions (conveniently ignoring the far less interesting revelation that we are simply independent adults engaging in perfectly LEGAL and consensual paid sexual activity).

Now I, of course, am only speaking against this because I am a: deluding myself to escape the numbing, soul destroying and terrible daily reality of my work and accompanying lifestyle, (and to reassure the unsuspecting punters whose business I am constantly and desperately touting for) or b: I am actually an intelligent and well-balanced individual who has made an informed choice about how I earn my living, and actively enjoys the freedom, interesting challenges and limitless opportunities to meet new people, travel to new places and learn new things on almost a daily basis. Needless to say, the second option, whilst true, is irrelevant, because (you see), I am not representative of the industry and therefore my views (and presumably those of the thousands of other ladies who have arrived at exactly the same conclusion) do not matter, despite the fact that our hard earned taxes pay the wages of these arrogant, ignorant hypocrites.

I am a whore, and a prostitute. I am also successfully self employed, healthy and happy; my work results in the comfort, relief and pleasure of others and brings me a great deal of joy – not to mention a healthy income which affords me complete financial independence and results in a far from insignificant contribution to the public purse. It is also the most honest and worthwhile work I have ever done; speaking as someone who has, amongst other things, spent time in sales positions urging people to spend money they could not afford on shite they did not need, just to bump up my commission to a living wage – this in addition to so many of the usual menial jobs taken up by unqualified, untrained women (some of whom, I suspect, may be understandably hacked off at the largely misplaced sympathetic outpourings afforded to those among us earning £100+ per hour) that over the last 20 or so years I have completely lost count. Most importantly, I can and will hold my head high – I have NOTHING to be ashamed of, and whilst I accept that I am more fortunate than some, I can at least speak from my personal first-hand observations and experiences and those of the ladies I know, unlike Ms. Harman and her barmy accolytes, who apparently have no intention of letting actual reality get in the way of a good headline.

The sex industry has a dark side – this is not news, and no-one is denying it. However, it should not come as a surprise to anybody that the manufacturing, agriculture, textile and hospitality industries (I could go on) include plenty of operations which they are not proud of, often involving appalling living and working conditions, slave wages and the widespread and ruthless exploitation of thousands of people, often but by no means always non-British workers. Unfortunately, it seems, as many are men and few, if any, take off their clothes this is unlikely to shift many copies for the scurrilous red-tops and therefore can confidently be ignored; yet these  are the people who need the help, support and resources of the police and the anti-trafficking organisations – ladies like myself, and the many migrant sex workers who come here to work willingly in order to help themselves and their families towards a better life, do not. In the interests of completeness and balance, some of you may enjoy a little background on Ms Harman herself in her more, er, liberal days, courtesy of the Christian Voice:

‘Before she became an MP, Harriet Harman was the legal officer in the late 1970s for the National Council for Civil Liberties. When Miss Harman joined NCCL in 1978, PIE, the Paedophile Information Exchange, had already been affiliated for three years. Another group, Paedophile Action for Liberation, a Gay Liberation Front offshoot, had also been affiliated to NCCL until it was absorbed by PIE. PIE, which campaigned for adults to have sex legally with children, only broke off its relationship with NCCL when it went undercover in 1982, the same year that Harriet Harman left her NCCL post to become Member of Parliament for Peckham.

Jack Dromey, whom Harriet Harman married in 1982, and who is now Treasurer of the Labour Party, was also involved with the NCCL. He served on its Executive Committee from 1970 to 1979, so he was there when the decision to invite the two paedophile groups to affiliate was made. NCCL also set up a gay rights sub-committee at the same time, members of which included prominent paedophiles Peter Bremner (alias Roger Nash), Michael Burbidge, Keith Hose and Tom O’Carroll. Stephen Green, National Director of Christian Voice, commented: ‘It is timely that the ghosts of the 1970’s past should come back to haunt these three leading Labour Party politicians. Harriet Harman, Jack Dromey and Patricia Hewitt were in their mid- or late-twenties at the time, but that cannot really excuse the way NCCL came to regard paedophiles as an oppressed minority whose civil liberties needed to be fought for.‘

Hmm. And don’t get me started on her ‘cavalier’ approach to the Highway Code. Still, he who is without sin, and so on. Enough is enough – rant over. Speaking for myself, I have found my website traffic greatly increased and enquiries likewise, but the suspicious soul in me is well aware that the journalists and busybodies will be out in force, so if you do happen to be new to me and desiring an appointment, please be aware that I (in common with other ladies) am treading cautiously over the coming days, and apologies in advance if I am unavailable until we have seen if, and how this ridiculous story progresses.

Back to more usual matters and my very enjoyable trip to Edinburgh! A delightful time was had and lots of new friends were met – I have enjoyed haggis, neeps and tatties for lunch with the charming Dollymopp (her blog is linked over on the right, but do be sure to look at her websites too) and am hoping to to meet her again for some photographs; a more talented, enthusiastic and utterly personable lady you would be hard-pushed to meet, and if you ever find yourself footloose in That London, you really ought to treat yourself.

I have drunk lovely real cider and eaten excellent blue steak in Broughton, run under the Calton Street bridge a’la Trainspotting and strolled peacefully among the beautiful buildings and very fancy shops of George Street and St Andrews Square; I should probably point out that I did meet some truly charming gentleman accomplices along the way (being as I am an unapologetic sucker for a man with an accent) and whilst the ongoing home improvements unfortunately meant my cutting my trip short, I am happy to report that I will certainly be back and sooner rather than later. If this is exploitation, degradation and oppression, I do believe I can live with it.

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