Women In The Sex Industry
My name is Kimberly and the following is my story. My parents were great people.
They did what they knew to do to raise two girls and a boy. We had many opportunities to "expand our horizons". We never had a need for anything that money could buy. When I was 14 I spent the night at a friends house. She invited a boy over that I had not yet met, but whom I desired to know. This boy raped me that night. I never went through the recovery of the rape and began drinking to numb the pain. When I was 16 I had my first abortion and at 18 I began smoking pot. I got married at 20 and six months into my marriage pornography was introduced. Soon after, I tried my first line of cocaine and so began a drug and sexual addiction that lasted for over thirteen years. I never felt guilty for these things because I had been successful in many aspects of my life. I was an accomplished violinist, a prosperous businesswoman and in my mind had been a good wife and mother. I had been in management, sold cars, sold communications to large corporations and had a thriving manicuring business for 10 years. My children were always polite and in gifted programs at school & my husband was the best Service Manager in his region winning many awards. The cocaine addiction lasted 10 years and included job loss, ruined credit & criminal charges. One day, someone suggested I was pretty enough to be a dancer (stripper). My husband and I had talked a lot about this as a possibility of employment for me for a long time. We were addicted to pornography and we saw nothing wrong with strip clubs. We would go into them for our own entertainment, to "spice up" our sex life. When in actuality, there was a distance in our relationship. We did not communicate well unless we were high and we used pornography as a stimulus in the bedroom. So my husband and I went to the Deja Vu, the local strip club, to see if it was a "classy" enough place for me to work. In December 1994 I entered an amateur contest and won $50.00. I thought this was wonderful! I was 32 years old. The managers told me how glamorous and sexy I was. They told me that I would make tons of money. They made me feel special and they made me feel pretty. I later discovered that they told all the potential dancers this lie just to lure them into stripping. I wasn't special at all, I was just another prospect to be used to earn them (the managers) more money. By February 1995, I was a "showgirl". This was the fulfillment of a fantasy. I wanted to know that I was "sexy" enough to be the "centerfold" of my husband's life. The pornography we consumed made me feel that I never quite measured up in regard to my sexuality. I felt like I was always competing with the women in the porn magazines and videos that my husband and I bought and poured over every month. I thought that if I could just become a stripper that I would finally be the one he would fantasize about. In addition, I knew that in the strip clubs I would have the ability to make a fast and easy buck. I thought that this would be perfect. I could make enough money to support our drug habit and be the sexiest thing in my husband's life all at the same time. Boy, was I in a state of disillusionment! So I began what I thought would be a lifelong career as a stripper. I planned to work my way to the top. I wanted to be a Playboy Centerfold and maybe even Playmate of the Year. But stripping was not the glamorous job that the porn industry made it out to be. After the newness wore off I began to realize that this was just a place of prostitution and addiction. It was dark and dirty. I pretended that the men who came to see me genuinely liked me. I pretended the girls I worked with were sincere in their friendships with me. I lived in a world of pseudo relationships, false intimacy, and became deeply addicted to the drugs I was using. I would smoke pot to numb the pain of the place I called "work". I had to get stoned to get naked on stage because I felt so degraded and humiliated. I was loved for my body parts not my character. I was bit, hit, pinched, and grabbed every night that I worked. What I thought would be the most glamorous job, turned out to be the most dirty, humiliating, degrading job. Long story short, we started going to church. I needed God and He began to demand that I adjust my life. So, with quite a bit of struggle, I quit smoking pot. God said that was good, but required more from me. All of a sudden, I could not make money like I had before and I knew stripping was wrong. I took a leap of faith that He would provide for my family and I. I quit the Deja Vu and began looking for an "honest" job. Two days later my husband, who had been unemployed for two years due to a car accident, found a job in his field of expertise. The Lord eventually placed me in an organization where I had a Christian boss and where I met my spiritual mom. With God's grace, I hope to redeem some of the time I wasted being "wasted".
Grace & Peace, Kimberly
I grew up in a troubled household. I had five stepfathers. I was very confused about appropriate boundaries because of the sexual abuse from one of those stepfathers. I was only four years old.
The abuse lasted on and off for three years. There is a history of alcoholism in my family including myself. Unwilling and unprepared to accept many responsibilities in my home including childcare, I
Feeling alone and hated by everyone, I turned to drugs and alcohol. At the age of 8, 1 had a dream to become an actress. I had always wanted to do Playboy. I figured the only way to get to that
dream was through the Adult Entertainment Business. A friend introduced me to my first Gentleman's Club and my first night felt horrible. I had to drink a lot that first night to make it through. Being
inexperienced at dancing and having a low opinion of my looks, I began using drugs even more.
I moved to California. I began dancing in a club and it was there that I hit my first bottom with drugs and alcohol. After four years in the business I wanted to leave. I called my mother from
California and said I needed help. My mother boarded a plane and came to get me. I stayed sober for five years and found myself deathly ill with a long-term effect from my addictions, Chronic
Pancreatitis. After a long stay in the hospital and financially bankrupt, I soon found myself back in the adult entertainment business. Not only was I mad at God for the sickness but for my little
brother's death from cancer. I had had enough and I was going to get into Playboy no matter what!
"This time is different," I told myself. I wanted to make enough money to get the plastic surgery I needed to win over the magazine with my new portfolio. With a new look and
attitude, I was soon making over $500.00 a night and landed jobs as a featured dancer, making a base salary of $1 ,000-$3,000 a week plus tips and expenses. Offers from porn movies and magazines followed
which I declined. Hustling was the name of the game and I had it all figured out"-- but did I really?
My success gave me a false sense of self-esteem. While I was on stage I felt famous. However, I knew there was a void in my life. I remember asking God to help me out before. My boyfriend and I
were having communication problems because of my dancing. We sat down and decided if God couldn't help then no one or nothing else could. That is when we decided to go back to church. No the walls didn t
cave in. We found the Preston Road Church of Christ in Dallas. From that moment we entered those doors we knew we were home. Soon there after I heard a sermon on how God meant for our bodies to be
temples of the Holy Spirit. Not only was I doing wrong to my boyfriend but I was committing adultery to God. My heart ached with the messages I was receiving at church, and with the messages I would put
out on stage the very next night. I knew just because I wanted to be in a pornographic magazine that it had led me to all this. I thought of that Sunday morning everyday for the next week. When I had to
go back to work I entered the club that next Friday about 5:00pm and saw the darkness. I felt a pain take over my body. God met me in that place and made a promise to me, "If you turn around I
promise you that I have greater things planned for you." I dropped my bag and walked out. It was light outside that day and I knew I would never go back to one of those places again. But once I got
in the car and I cried for all of those other women I left behind. I made a deal with God. "God, if you promise you will get me through this with a minimal amount of pain, then I promise I will do
all I can to help all women get out of the adult entertainment business."
The next few months were harder then I ever thought they would be, but my passion made me strong. I made contacts from all over the city and started a group for women to make the transition out
of the adult entertainment and pornography business called Amy's friends. My church has helped me along the way with money, advice and mentors. There are now 12 girls in our group and more call every
day. I have filed for Non-Profit Status and I hope to receive grant money to build a house to help these women even more with their transition. I have many organizations that help with computer training,
medical expenses, counseling, GED tutoring and many other resources.
I thank God everyday for another chance and I hope to share this passion with the world and you. I now am employed full time with Amy's Friends. I have a loving husband, a supportive family and
faith in God.
Written By Amy Dupree
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Le Anne's Story
My memories of childhood are mostly painful ones. I lived in constant fear of losing everything; my family, and my home. Alcoholism played a major role in my family. Needless to say, I had a very unstable
life. The only stability I had was that we went to church. Even that was short lived; we quit going when I was twelve.
By the time I reached fourteen, I had totally rebelled. I hated my life so much; I just had to get away. I ended up pregnant and eventually gave my baby up for adoption. This alienated me from my family
I moved out and got a job at seventeen. My life still wasn't what I thought it should be. I felt there was something missing. When I became pregnant again at the age of nineteen, I was elated. Finally, I
would have someone to love and that someone would love me back.
I had my little boy, Matthew, shortly before my twentieth birthday. I was totally on my own in raising him. His father made it very clear that he was not going to be a father. He walked out on us when
Matt turned two months old.
I ended up working four jobs to support us. I could not keep up the pace for long though. I lost everything I owned and ended up in a homeless shelter. That's when I decided to work in a topless club.
My friend had told me how much money I could make so, I decided to give it a try. She was right! Within a week, I had enough money to get an apartment. I thought this was the greatest thing to ever happen
After a couple of years, I didn't think it was so great anymore. I had to drink to deal with my job. I tried to drown all the pain with alcohol and drugs. I went through numerous relationships (abusive).
Still looking for someone to love me, I got married. That didn't work out either. Our marriage seemed doomed from the start. I left my husband and moved in with another man shortly after. We ended up
having twins together, which, I later ended up losing.
I felt like I had nothing to live for. In June of 1997, I tried to kill myself. I eventually recovered and went back to work. I desperately wanted out of the business. Every time I had tried to get out it
never worked. Finally, I let God back into my life. He showed me a way when there was no other. It was very hard to do but He was with me every step of the way. I was out of the business three months
when the Lord sent me a wonderful gift. "Amy's Friends."
I don't know where I would be today if it weren't for Amy. This is a very needed ministry. There are so many girls that are hurting in those clubs. Girls with no hope. I should know, I was once one of
those girls. Not anymore, though. Now I have hope and know that life is worth living.
Drugs, Alcohol & Money. That was my whole life. I was brought up in a dysfunctional family and had a low self-esteem. As I grew older into an adult I didn't know anything about life. It felt like I
didn't belong anywhere and had no place to go. A couple of friends of mine were in the adult entertainment business and I saw what I thought was happiness because of the glamour and the money. Through
time I decided to become a dancer. I found that I was losing my soul and I wasn't happy at all even though I had a lot of money. It was hard but I got out of the business. After that I fought the
temptation of going back to the business. My therapist had heard about Amy's Friends and she suggested I call Amy. I gave her a call and it was the start of my new life.
Amy's Friends has helped me so much and I don't think I would be here today without them and God. I never knew that there was a way out of the hole I dug for myself. Amy's Friends has shown me there is a
way to get out of that hole. They accepted me for who I was.
I have learned so much. I have learned what it means to love and to be loved unconditionally. Amy's Friends has supplied me with support and the 12 Steps, which teaches me how to recover and live a
spiritual life. I used to be afraid of God and think he hadn't loved me because I was so bad. Now because of my involvement with Amy's Friends, I love God and I know he loves me.
Amy's Friends has helped me get into an apartment. I couldn't have done it by myself. I finally have a home of my own. I am now working at a place that I love. I never thought I would have a job that I
loved and where I would find acceptance. I no longer have the desire to drink or use drugs. I look forward to each day. I am so grateful to God and to Amy's Friends. I no longer feel like I don't belong
anywhere and have no place to go.
Everyone deserves a chance and there is a way out!
Sherry s Story
I will never forget when I went to my first Amy's Friends meeting. I was lonely and scared. I felt no one cared. When I walked in the doors I instantly felt loved and that someone cared about me and what I had went through. After spending five lonely days in ICU. Trying to commit suicide, I finally reached a point in my life where people understood me, and those people are Amy's friends.