sell your body

"I don't like Germans. Why should I sleep with them without getting paid?"

"You won't make it here in Germany unless you sleep your way up."

Two statements. Two different people. Two different privileges. Two worlds apart. Same city.

We learn something from sex workers. There is a fuck you world attitude about them that you can't resist. You know they survive things you can't even imagine. They survive better than you. They're stronger. They made it that far. You have to listen up and learn. When she describes Germans as disgusting, you know she has a point. A very spot on point. She knows their worth. She knows how cheap they are. How greedy. How far they fed and still feed on the bodies of brown and black people. She is the one who sees them for what they are. It's the brutal honesty of sex workers that 

 I move to the second statement. It was the bourgeoisie student. The privileged one who speaks German already. The one who resists the language of antiracism, who's reluctant to call white people white. It is his moment of disclosure. He sold his body to get ahead. To get a job. A promotion. A flat. Or even a visa. It was his shame that was preventing him from admitting the truth about Germany. Because he played the game with them. He sold his body and he tried to cover it up. He made them look better than what they are because he was ashamed of selling his body. Those bourgeoisie fantasies and lies. This self-centering that fucks us up and eats us alive.