They look down on us as though we’re sinning. Maybe it’s a hangover from that: “my body’s a temple” thing. We should “save” ourselves for… well what? It’s my body after all. What I choose to do with it is my business. If I’m not hurting anyone, who cares? If someone is forcing you into it, fine: protect them. If someone is not getting a fair wage, ok: step in. But I’m an adult. I set the rate. My clients pay. They get me for an agreed time for an agreed purpose. Everyone’s happy. I prefer the title: “body worker”.