Uneventful night that I told my ex-boyfriend I was a sex worker

I met my ex through a program we were in and we were dating for about eight months before breaking up. We remained friends. I didn’t tell him about my sex work. We had some discussions about it before, with him saying “yeah he would never date one” for a variety of reasons. I just never told him because it wasn’t my job to fix his mindset on sex work and sex workers. Looking back I just wish I had been told that he had that mindset because I would have broken up with him sooner. Anyways, months later he calls me drunk and tells me he misses me and wants to come over. I told him sure and we could hang out. He lasting like 10 minutes before leaving because i was acting strange. “You’ve been acting distant since I got here” Yeah, i WAS. I knew he didn’t like sex workers and I didn’t want to tell him. So I just was being cold and trying to get him to leave. He got upset at me and called me a bitch for acting cold. I told him he didn’t deserve better and that was it and I hung up the phone. Later that night, he wants to do a 3 way call with his best friend and him. His best friend was someone I was close with for a time, we remained friends after the breakup. So I answer and I explain to him that I’m not sure what’s going on and I will talk to him.<br><br>I ask my ex why he wanted him to be on the call. He tells me he just wanted to have an audience for our conversation. An audience?! What the fuck. I told him that he shouldn’t need an audience if he wanted to be talking to me, I wasn’t some sort of show to be performed and that I wasn’t going to perform tricks like a dog for him and his audience. He got mad at me for being sassy. I went on my way with the conversation telling him that I’m an adult entertainer (his friend knew) and this conversation was turning into a business conversation. His friend then tells me that he’s not sure if he feels comfortable with that. We told him he was free to get off the phone. I waited for a reply and he told me he would listen. I then went on about how I charge for my time. For someone like him, I use my weekday rates, and I’m only open from 9pm-10pm on weekdays, and my rate is $400. He got mad at me for the “high” price, but his friend backed me up saying that I had a high track record for repeat clients and that he was a client of mine for a time. I went onto to tell him how he had poor communication and had no respect for my time. He then tried to justify how he was a “client” for a time and how he went through this person for a time and that ”he had a lot of issues” I told him that doesn’t just justify my time, saying that I don’t care if he has issues, my track record is still intact. He tried saying he was going to book a session with me, but then tried to negotiate the price with me. I told him that was a hard no, but would I would give him a discount if he could show me his finances. He told me no, he wasn’t willing to do that. Which I knew because I had seen him in action with his other ex. I told him that was a hard no, ”I’m not a fucking charity”. I asked him the next question, do you know what safety is? He replied no. I told him because I’m not sure what safety is to you. I asked him a list of questions. Do you know where my emergency kit is? No, do you know if I carry medications? No. Do you know where I’m at in case of an emergency? No. He had no answers for those questions and that showed me he didn’t know the first thing about safety. He tried to make excuses about “oh, I don’t need those things” I told him excuse me, I don’t need those things?! This is MY job, this is MY body, this is MY life. If i want to have those things, that is MY choice. Not yours. I’m the one doing the work. My friend backed me up and told him there is a difference between doing it for fun and doing it as work. I then continued about how he had no respect for me or my time. He asked me if I still cared for him. I told him that we were never in a mutual relationship. I cared for him at one point, enough to ”love” him, but he didn’t care for me. Maybe as an object, but not me as a person. He then tried to offer me the money, and I told him no. I’m not meeting with you. You’re not safe for me.