I told my sister I was a prostitute.
I don’t really know my baby sister. I made the final move out of my parents’ house when she was just 11-years-old.
At the time, her favorite color was blue, because Mom’s favorite color was blue. She was in elementary school, and her biggest problems were me and what to wear to dance class. And for some reason that silly little girl looked up to me, even when the “last straw” between Mom and me was how Mom reacted (or didn’t) to Sis slapping me.
Now, she’s 26 and her favorite color is pink. She’s had a kid and she’s divorced. She’s lived in places I’ve never even visited. She was a military wife. Recently, she moved in with her high school crush, and they plan to get married, though she insists they’re not actually engaged. And while “Mommy” is very much a part of who she is, there’s a ton more to the whole.
We’ve been talking more lately, and she just started playing WoW (I’ve yet to really be able to play with them, but hopefully, I will soon!), but the truth is, when I moved out, I wrote her off with my mother. And when I’d call my parents, and they didn’t mention that she wanted to talk to me, I assumed I was right to do so. She doesn’t know me, either, and aside from the memories of a child, all she’s got is whatever my parents have told her. I haven’t asked her what they’ve said.
Back in November, my father renewed his vows to his new (now ex-)wife of just a few months so that family could be there. All kinds of drama went down the morning of the ceremony that resulted in Sis and me being left mostly alone.
Somehow we ended up on the subject of all I’ve been through since I left my parents’ home. And without even thinking about it, I blurted out that in my late teens and early twenties, I sold my body.
The first thing that came out after I told her that was something about how my ex had a decent job but wouldn’t help me support his children, and I couldn’t find a job. An opportunity presented itself, and I’ve never really thought of prostitution as a bad thing, so I took it.
Because the vocal majority does see prostitution as a bad thing, I always feel the need to excuse my job history. Because I didn’t know how my sister would react, I resorted to old habits, gauging her reaction, and recited the excuse I’ve used so often. When she didn’t freak out, I told her the brutal truth. I don’t see prostitution as a bad thing. I like sex. Might as well get paid for doing something you like. I would have done it even if I didn’t have mouths to feed.
I still don’t really know how she feels about it. The conversation changed directions, and we haven’t really talked about it, since. I know she thinks my current job is super cool. I think that’s super cool.