Dieses sehr persönliche Gedicht wurde vor einigen Jahren von einem unserer Mitglieder geschrieben – für die vielen Sexworker, die weltweit Opfer von Gewalt werden und viel zu oft ihre Tätigkeit sogar mit ihrem Leben bezahlen müssen. Anlässlich des diesjährigen Tages gegen Gewalt an Sexworkern dürfen wir den Text hier veröffentlichen – vielen Dank dafür.this is not a love songyou know me I’m an escort girl and my heels prick the ice like spikesmy brain to amuse you my mouth to praise you my sensuality keeps you warm my siren’s song whispers the way and my heavenly scent relieves you in your endless daysbut once a year after the petals have wilted and before the first snow starts falling my voice raises into a gruesome howl a song in a choir of grief, inevitablesung by all my global mates for all the victims fallen and wounded in the battle of life for their families and friends on the 17th of decemberwe throw our fists in the air from hands that always care that stroke fluffy balls and weary heroes that embrace that are not made to hold candlesWe’re reaching out to the lost extending our hands to their souls our fragile voices reaching the sky to commemorate those who met their fatewhile it is not really fate at all but violence, stigma and murder purely made by man and his accomplices jurisdiction and a brutal legislation they disgrace the name of justice not my mates who lost their liveswho lost their lives in pursuit to bring happiness and adult fun pure entertainment without obligation by a service made with commitment and love why this aversion and aggression against us? what have we done?© Ariane 2011