My name is Sacha, I am 48 years old and I define myself as a “sex therapist”, a mix between prostitution and sex therapy. Many sex workers (TDS) have the feeling of having an unrecognized social usefulness: we often say that we should be reimbursed by “Secu”! After all, we manage some of society’s sexual issues. We’re all a bit of a sex therapist when we’re a whore.
My clients don’t come to see me to have fun on a one night stand. These are women who feel they have encountered sexual difficulties, or who need to regain consideration for their body. It’s something that’s followed over several months, several years. I should point out straight away that I am not representative of the profession: there are between 30,000 and 44,000 TDS in France, 85% women. And, among men, more than eight in ten work “as gay”. There are only a handful of us in my case.
“I’m not selling my body, I’m selling a service”
In my former life, I was a senior technician in ecology. For a long time, I worked for the WWF on the reintroduction of the bear in the Pyrenees, in urban ecology associations, for a chamber of agriculture… I was also an environmental educator in middle and high schools. . Then, I went through a sort of mid-life crisis: I got fed up with salary work where they give you your pay without any recognition, and you have to keep your mouth shut. A burnout, a divorce, and I changed my life.
I had a curious sexuality for a long time: when I started, I had already been exploring BDSM with my partners for around twenty years. [bondage, domination, sadomasochisme], role play, erotic festivals… The idea grew along with the variety of my practices. And then there were some signals.
One morning, in 2012, I was on the train to work in Paris, with three women who made the same route every day and had become friends. One of them said to me: “It’s my daughter’s birthday, she’s 20, and her friends and I decided to organize a surprise for her. We had planned a go-go dancer who was going to burst out of a big gift package and perform a striptease for him, but we’re a week away from the date and the go-go dancer left us, he’s scared. I thought about you: could you replace him? »
At the time I wasn’t into that at all. She knew of my open-mindedness on the subject, but I had never broached the question of my sexual intimacy with her. I told myself I had to get something out. I asked him: why me? “But it’s obvious, you stink ass!” » I don’t know if it was a compliment, but I got paid for being the only man at a girls’ night and playing the butler in sexy outfits.
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