it's been quite awhile since i've seen a movie that broke my heart.
princesas made me think of many things...not the least of which were the issues surrounding sex work, the women who do it, and the myriad dangers they face.
i would try to deal with this on the sexy blog, but it's entirely too raw and too personal.
it may sound positively insane to some of you, but i can very deeply recall a time when this work was not stigmatized or demonized. it was a part of life, and it was protected. sacred.
i, and possibly many in my family line, did this work.
now it is a vehicle for depravity and desperation--not because these are "bad" or "fallen" women, but because balance and wholeness are not valued states of being in this culture.
who can sell prozac and narcotics to balanced, whole people?*
as i watched the story unfold, all i could think was, it shouldn't be this way. it didn't have to be this way.
i am thankful that i have learned and remember that lesson and came into this life with a different purpose. the temples are long gone, and it could have been deadly.
i think the same thing when i see real whores on the streets.
it shouldn't be this way. it didn't have to be this way.
it could have been me.
*i had some issues with this film, but it did make an interesting point (blink and you'll miss it...) about the advantages to controlling people's thoughts/feelings around sex/sexuality.