There are a lot of male sex workers in Cuba, so I had to wonder if he was one. He certainly didn’t risk his job and livelihood because he was overwhelmed by passion for me. Slowly, I grew uncomfortable with how expert he was. This was a practised move, clearly something he did often, and did well. Did he think he had to perform this for monetary purposes? Whether by experience or coercion, did he think it was his job to offer? But he didn’t do it because he wanted me. Just look at the blurred lines between the sex trade and massage industry of Southeast Asia. I’m strongly anti-exploitation, and the idea of one of my male friends allowing a woman to give them a ‘happy ending’ would horrify me. Many of those women are victims of human trafficking, sold into the sex trade as slaves – sometimes underage – or were drawn into the industry by the twin demons of poverty and opportunity. I would argue that if you really respected them, you wouldn’t allow them to pleasure you for money in countries where the sex trade is so notoriously shady. Had he exploited me? Was I a victim of assault? My mind and body were saying yes all the way through, but I never consented verbally.
What right did he think he had to touch me like this in a professional setting? Was I a bad feminist? I’m 100% pro-sex positivity and mutual enjoyment, and this experience didn’t seem to sit right with that. #GAY MASSAGE THERAPIST NEAR ME HAPPY ENDING PROFESSIONAL#.