Not born to be a Whore.


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No woman is born to be a whore

She was sexually exploited during six years, from she was nineteen. Today she combines her life experience with the theoretical and political debate on gender issues, human trafficking and prostitution.

I’ve listened to the talk of her with great respect and interest. However, the last three minutes of it have caused me much perplexity and inspired me to know about a survivor of prostitution, but an example of ideological incoherence. Fifteen minutes into the talk, after having explained that prostitution is a violation of social, economical and cultural rights, and that it is not “the oldest business” but the oldest violence, She suddenly invites the audience to reflect in a state of induced relaxation on seven questions:

  1. How many times do you feel it’s your own fault?
  2. In which cases can’t you say “no”?
  3. What things aren’t you saying you are afraid?
  4. What are you afraid of?
  5. When you say “enough”, how much more do you tolerate?
  6. How many things do you give up for protection?
  7. In how many other things have you prostituted yourself?

What are these questions rather belonging to New Age type self-help books that promise liberation but produce guilt by postulating that socially conditioned evils are products of people’s own mind and personality in a talk that aims to vindicate the right of all women of not being prostituted? Do not we have enough knowledge of how manipulative and intimidating tactics or direct violence can turn any woman into battered, prostituted, kidnapped person, independently from whether she had previously been a guilt-loaded or self-confident, fearful or daring, unsecured or assertive person? We can postulate that “no woman is born to be a whore” “but rather becomes one”. But how? Through social, economic and cultural conditions that converge to dis empower her or because of her own personality traits? If we point out the latter, the cure might be worse than the disease.

And if it was not enough with the victim-blaming clichés suggested in the first five questions, the last two questions insinuate one of the most astute pro-prostitution arguments: that of “all women are whores”, as if the situation of women who allegedly “sell themselves” in patriarchal woman-man relationships of the “submission by protection” or the situation of any person who in order to achieve some advantage gives up something (which is the everyday use, outside the context of the strictly meant prostitution, of the expression ”prostituting oneself”) were comparable to the reality of women systematically sexually exploited by the sex industry.

To top it off, the last word of the last question uses a terminology that over the centuries has contributed and continues to contribute to the fact that the existence of prostitution is attributed to the victims of that institution rather than the male demand: “…you prostituted yourself”.

She uses in her lectures and writings the word whore, which she has argued in a television program as follows:

“I like to call things by their name. I use the word whore because it does not permit to disguise or lie. If you say women in prostitution or sex workers, you’re making up reality. Prostitution is violence and humiliation, not work. Hunger and vulnerability creates whores, and it’s a serious problem that sexual exploitation is organized and globalized.”

I also like to call things by their name, and even like to be politically correct (a term I am still using in its original meaning, before the current neo-macho and neo-liberal times have turned feminism into an insult and ridiculed the effort to use a language as just as possible). For this very reason I agree in part and disagree in part:

  • – I agree with that prostitution is not work, so to talk about sex workers is to be making up reality.
  • – Hunger and vulnerability themselves do not create whores, that is rather the work of globally organized johns and pimps, taking advantage of hunger and vulnerability, and using violence and humiliation in order to sexually exploit their victims.
  • – I can accept the word whore if it’s used by people who are or have been in prostitution, as a kind of resistance to stigmatization and claiming their dignity. I also accept that “persons in prostitution” (which I prefer to use) might be making up reality if does not include an explanation of how the person has come to that. So the contextual framework that defines the words has to be very clear. It is not the same thing to talk about a person who has been prostituted by johns and pimps as about a person who prostitutes herself!

“The prostitute is not a subject of rights, it is an object of use and abuse; there is no such thing as customer, there are only torturers who utilize prostitute, and that even can be the priest who is your confessor; prostitution is not a job, it’s a concentration camp. Argentina is an abolitionist country, so we have to fight against prostitution. If we are fighting human trafficking for sexual exploitation, we must fight hard against prostitution, because there is no free choice. You are choosing coerced, so there is no choice.”

If it’s so (and yes, it is), there is no place for victim-blaming questions nor wrong conjugations. No woman is born to be a whore, no woman prostitutes herself, no woman would be prostituted, if there were no men who want to use prostitutes.

 

Voiced by Sonia Sánchez.

 

 

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Two Strangers -Poem


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Your eyes My eyes had a fight , that made us close for a while,

I found you sweet , you found me right in the twilight.

Your face so white ,your voice so light , that made me sink in my dreams tonight,

I found my heart pumping so fast , you made me crazy to hug you tight.

You are my love forever of life , that made me true for a while,

I found my heart bending for you , will you be mine till the end of life.

 

 

 

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You will Miss my Writing!!! ” An Author’s Predict”


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Nothing in this world is constant except change.

An author is the one who is writing for their readers insanely. He never think about the good or the bad article he will write , he always try to write the best thing he has in his mind. An author cannot make happy to his all readers by his articles but yes he can tell you the truth which you are going to experience in your life by his writing.

An author is the one who has/will experience of all the ups & downs so that he can narrate you the best by his writing.

“You may love it or not but he will never stop”

He will never stop writing his own words because his readers are waiting , waiting to listen or to read the new & latest facts of life.

An Author never let you down , he will understand your requirements, live your problems , experience them and then write a solution . You will always get the best of your author as he is never biased and he will give you the exact reason of doing what he is saying.

He may not ever write for you but do remember his writing. His writing will make him alive forever in people.

You will miss my writing when I will not able to write , do remember all the day & nights you read my articles and felt relaxed , all the pages of articles that made your day happy. Remember me in your heart . One day you will get what you want , the much you give the much you receive and your all problems get resolve , its my predict !!!!!..Remember me when I will not able to write , said by an Author.

Friends that all from An Author’s side to tell our readers that we want to be alive forever in your hearts.

 

 

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EYES ” An only organ to see the world”


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Eyes are the best part of our body through which we can see the entire world . We are lucky that god has blessed us with Eyes to see his entire creation but few people donot have the chance as they donot have Eyes.

They may have good heart , true soul , nice personality but they are not able to see even themselves and the beautiful creation of God i.e The World.

Once I read a story of a blind man begging near the side of a road , since morning he was sitting there and no one have put a single penny in his begging box. In afternoon he checked his box to get few penny to spend on food but he got nothing not even a single penny to buy anything.

He felt bad and claim god that why I am blind and those who have eyes are reacting as blind and not able to see my situation.

After few more hours one gentlemen passed from there and found that beggar was crying , he stopped and asked him what happened ? After knowing that he was blind and hungry since morning , he took a thick marker-pen from his pocket, turned the cardboard sheet of his begging box back-to-front, and re-wrote the sign, then went on his way.

Immediately, people began putting money into his box.

After a while, when the box was overflowing, the blind man asked a stranger to tell him what the sign now said.

It says,” said the stranger, ” ‘It’s a beautiful day. You can see it. I cannot.’Please Help “

 

Friend , Eyes are the most valuable part of our life , One should love what god has given us as many of us don’t have and only they know the actual value of missing those important things.

Keep Smiling. Like it & share it…..Knowledge is good to share.

 

 

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Time “The Best Healer”


First of all thank you very much for giving so much love to Voice of Dil.Friends we all know that time is the best healer since we born.It will give you all good things you did and take revenge too.

We are telling you a short story belongs to George who loved Luci madly.George was a normal boy lived in a middle class family  and Luci belongs to upper class.One day Luci called George for dinner in a luxirious hotel. George was little tensed as he didnt have nice clothes to wear for the levish dinner but george managed and went to hotel. She said hiiiii to George but when she noticed his clothes she felt ashamed and told George to leave as how he can wear such low price clothes on their date.

She tried to insult him infront of all and George was unable to speak as he had no words just to left that place.

They had breakup which George never wanted and he gave his best to try to understand Luci but Luci denied and left him forever.

Almost 5 years completed ,Luci married with a rich man ,working in Mnc. One day he told her that he had a meeting with his boss in a 5 star hotel so she can accompany him and her own stuff. They went for meeting ,Luci tried to click her pictures as her husband went for his meeting.Suddenly she saw George .

Hiiiii George what r you doing here????? Are you working in this hotel with a cuddling voice, Luci said.

Nothing just for a work,George replied.

Luci surpised to see her husband footing towards George , she got tensed.

Hello boss ,good evening, I was waiting for you in conference hall .Luci’s husband said to George.

Luci shocked to know that George is her hunband boss… What????? Is he is your boss????

Luci realised her mistake that whom she scolded that day just because of her attire he is now a Manager in Mnc. She folded her hand infront of George and just left.

Time is the biggest healer we know but some times it will return you whatever you did.

Time takes the test and who succeeds in it is the real winner.

Donot judge anyone by their wearing ,see their heart and pure soul . Time can replace anything it is the biggest healer.

 

 

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The Magic Pen…Story Telling


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Hii Friends!!!!!!!!!!! Today we will tell you a short & sweet story of a little girl and her Magic Pen.

A little Girl , Liza lives with her family having mother & Father. Liza was very sweet but somewhere being an only child she wants to be the center of attraction of everyone.Liza was 5 years old and she didn’t have any friends to play with as she can’t share her things/people to anyone because she felt that no one loves her.

One day Liza sat alone in her society park and thinking about why she is feeling alone. May be her father was going out of city or she didn’t have any friends or her mother love is not much for her.She was wondering why…….Why I am …Alone. She suddenly saw a crow flying over her head and drop a sparkling pen on the ground as it loose his grip. Liza ran with happiness that she found something and it was only for her. Excited Liza took that pen. A pen having sparkling pink body with a soft jelly grip.

She frequently took out her notebook and excited to draw something so she can see how it looks.

She drew an Aeroplane as her father was travelling and suddenly she saw a plane in the sky. She was amazed and accepted that it is a magical pen. She then drew a boy with a dog  and she found that one boy with dog just crossed her. She became happy and ran towards her home. She was excited that now whatever she will drew it become real.She then drew her home and then her father but nothing happened then she drew her mother and her mother enters in her room to tell her to have food. She then drew herself but she got sad as she want her father , then she wrote that I am missing you and then slept. Her Mother entered in her room to recall but she found her slept &  saw her notebook. She clicked that picture and send her husband that their daughter is missing him. Her husband received her message and immediately cancel his flight to see his daughter.

Early morning Liza woke up as she heard her father voice, she got excited and took her notebook as her wish comes true. She finally feel that she is not alone and everyone loves her.

The inspiration from this story is that many time we feel that no one loves us but this is only our own thoughts and there is no magic pen who will make our wishes true .Things are already at their own places its just us who are not looking on these things as we wish that things comes true by their own.

That Aeroplane , boy with dog , home , mother & father was already at their own places its just Liza to make an efforts to see them to tell them that yes they are actually near her and everyone loves her.

We need to see and accept things as it is and they will actually give us pleasure of a happy life.

 

 

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The Beautiful Women.


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Hello Readers …..Today we are discussing on the topic “Beauty of Women”. Most of our generation specially in India people think that when women wear ethnic wear then only she looks beautiful as it is the tradition of India. People out of India think the same as per their own traditions.

WHY PEOPLE OF THE ENTIRE WORLD MEASURES THE QUALITY , NATURE , BEAUTY ,SINCERITY , ETHNICITY , LOYALTY & INSIGHT OF WOMEN BY THEIR CLOTHES OR THEIR WEARING PATTERNS ????????????????? WHY?????

Our ancestors , our upbringing , our knowledge, our thinking & our society made us like this to think & react like this…….and its WRONG.

Today we are telling you a short story which justify the actual beauty of  women .

” Jane , a girl , studying in standard 14th , last year of her graduation . One day she went for lunch outside as she was tired of eating food from mess. She took so many things from MC’ Donald as a take-home and had the same while walking on the road .Once she finished her food she was searching for a waste bin/dustbin. She found it at the one end of the road and while throwing the waste she found a bag near it . And you must shocked to listen that she found a little 2 months baby girl ,alive ,in that bag . She took her in her arms and felt something out of the world. She then and their decided that she will take care of her as her own daughter. Sooner that little girl ,named Misha , growing and her school friends starts teasing Jane that from where she got this child .Was she pregnant , or have some boy friend or her ex-father did some thing with her . Her classmates were always teasing her because of Misha but Jane never got impulsive and always try to have patience. 

She is now not a unmarried women ,she is now a mother , a mother of a girl child whom she adopted from  a waste bin/dustbin/garbage bin.

Now Misha is 3 years old and went for the first time to her kindergarten.She had a school performance and Jane is also participating with Misha. Once Jane came to Misha’s school , she was so tensed that how people react when they will see a unmarried girl having child. Will they ask question or stare Jane or not permit her to put her child in their school because Misha has no father. So many tangles in Jane’s mind while she was setting on the chair where each participant seated.

Misha was standing in-front of her looking in her eyes deeply and sung a song for her mother ……Hmmmm my mother is the best mother in this world…. kind of lyrics song had. Jane was staring in Misha’s eyes deeply and deeply till she sung that song. At last Misha salute her mother for being so nice to her and to give her a respected life “

Jane remembered all her compromised and taunts of people she patiently handled for Misha to grow her well though she was not married. Many people might saw that bag but only Jane adopted that girl because she was a girl , a women and a person having good heart. That was her insight beauty who gave her power to fight from the world and give a normal life to a child who was thrown in a dustbin by her parents.

She was actually a beautiful women not by face but by heart and true soul .

 

 

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