In this story published by Editions Grasset, Louise Brévins tells how she prostituted herself for more than three years, to provide for her child’s needs. The tone is sharp. Informative. A rare and astonishing testimony.
“Today, becoming a whore is even faster than creating an Instagram account. Our 2.0 era has moved the hustler from the public square to the privacy of our smartphones, and men can now order a girl just as easily that we order an Uber. Their ultimate fantasy? The professional who practices by passion. Me, I entered the whorehouse to provide for the needs of my kid, a bit like Fantine would have done if she had lived in the 21st century. ” Louise Brevins
The author of this story has become a naturist masseuse with sexual services. She doesn’t water down anything with circumlocutions or hazy concepts. Yes, she became a whore. And Louise Brévins recounts her experience, her three years in the world of paid sex 2.0: Classified ads on the Internet, and clients received in a studio. She tells with a lot of distance, a bit like a sociologist, but also with a lot of black humor.
This story is not for the sensitive or prudish souls.
Louise Brévins goes there frankly, without hesitation, between descriptions of male fantasies and other descriptions of the intimate anatomy of her clients. To my knowledge, few prostitutes have given this type of testimony. She recounts her daily life banal, like a worker who does not like her job, but who has no other solutions to live.
The book is a kind of dive into the world of prostitution, I don’t know if we can say soft, but in any case without a pimp, without abuse, without violence, except that which she inflicts on herself herself by prostituting herself. Louise Brévins spares us nothing. The abject reality of the bodies to be satisfied, the constant struggle to define what one offers or not, and for what price, the smells, the intimate bodies, the feeling of dirtiness at the end of one’s day of sexual labor, when in the shower, she rubs her skin frantically, to get rid of the dirt from the customers. So there is nothing glamorous about this book.
But Louise Brévins affirms that she has no regrets, since according to her, this activity, in her case, chosen, is worth many other professions where women lose their dignity. She does not avoid, especially not, questions of money. Yes, she has earned a good living, but also denounces the idea of easy money. She tells everything with great freedom, without shame, without embarrassment, sometimes with rage against the hypocrisy of society against prostitution. A rare and astonishing testimony that avoids unhealthy curiosity without omitting anything, without hiding anything.