Working girls and the stories they tell

Get into 304 Tok

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I have become obsessed with what is known as “304 Tok.”

For the uninitiated, 304 Tok is where the working girls — escorts, girls walking the green mile, strippers who dabble in turning tricks, and single moms who have sex for pay part-time — go to tell their stories.

Before I found my way down that rabbit hole, I would see tons of references to it throughout my feed. I poked around a bit until I found one girl, and after engaging with her content a few times, the algorithm did its thing, and now I see them every time I log on to the app.

These women get on TikTok and tell stories about their adventures, and the stories are not always cute or pleasant. There are a lot of horror stories there, and I was on one girl’s live when we all watched her get harassed by a man who wanted her attention but was unwilling to pay for it while she was out walking the track.

It’s a wild world out there for working girls, and that they are brave enough and bold enough to come online and tell their truth is fascinating to me.

I want to hear all the stories. I want to see all the videos. Mostly, though, I feel inspired to tell my story.

It’s not something I talk about a lot.

When I was living in Vegas, I was involved in sex work and the fetish life there. I was a domme; I went to swinger parties, and I hung around a lot of other sex workers.

Las Vegas is a town where you can get away with a lot of shit, and when I tell you we got away with a lot of shit? I’m not exaggerating.

Selling sex for money is not legal in Clark County, Nevada, where Las Vegas is located, but you wouldn’t know it if you are into the scene.

During my time there, I learned to spot the working girls, and I was able to pick them out of any crowd in any club, bar, restaurant hotel lobby, and all the other places where tricks and marks get picked up.

Some were good. Some were bad. All of them had stories too.

This isn’t to glamorize the life. As I said earlier, the life is not always glamorous, but it is profitable, and if you have the stomach and the street smarts for it, you can make a good living from it depending on where you choose to sell your wares.

I’ve seen people being critical of the girls on 304 Tok and accusing them of trying to sell other girls on the life, and while that may be true for some of the girls, I don’t think it’s true for all of them.

Sometimes people just need to tell their story.

Storytelling is a revolutionary act. I believe in that sentence so strongly, I have it tattooed on the inside of my right wrist — the hand I write with.

Anyway, if you are interested in reading some of my 304 tales, please like this post and leave a comment.

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Miscellaneous

• Harvard University’s Nieman Journalism Lab reached out to me yesterday and asked me to contribute to their yearly predictions project again. I have done it before in 2017, 2018, and 2019. The last few years, I have had a lot on my plate and didn’t get a chance to do it. I’m determined to do it again this year because we need to talk about the hellscape that is legacy media right now and how it’s only going to get worse in the age of a second Trump presidency.

  • I’m really struggling with my relationship to my chosen career field as of late. I’ve been trying to put it into words, and the best I have come up with so far is that I feel uneasy — for a lot of reasons.

  • I’m going to keep journaling about it because I want to talk about it. I feel strongly about keeping people informed and armed with information, but if I’m being honest, I have been feeling disenchanted with journalism for a while now. I’m working hard to change that.

• Remind me to talk about retinopathy, detached retinas, vitrectomy surgery, glaucoma, cataracts, and all things vision and eye related.

• I know we are all leaving Twitter behind, but before you go, please go look at this thread I forgot to share before. It is some of the funniest shit I have seen on Twitter and represents a big part of why I am sad to see Twitter go out like this.

  

  That’s it, baby.

Tell me in the comments if you want to hear my freaky tales.