I have about 3 posts I’ve been planning on writing about my 2 months in Singapore (it will be 2 months next week). But I’ll do the most obvious first because it’s the one people seem most curious about.
First, the boring legal stuff. As far as I can tell with very minimal research, sex for money is legal in Singapore if done by licensed, medically-checked prostitutes in certain areas. Soliciting is illegal otherwise. However, it is quite all right to sell your time as an entertainer or â€œsocial escort.â€ This becomes very obvious if you take a look at the myriad of agency sites online. There are hundreds of agencies and five indies, including myself. I interviewed with a nice agency but they’ve never thrown me any work so…doing it on my own.
There are many options for a girl to work. You can stand on the streets in Geylang or work in one of its licensed brothels. You can work in a KTV club (karaoke/TV bar). You can walk Orchard Road (not all that recommended), work in Orchard Towers (commonly referred to as â€œfour floors of whoresâ€) or the nearby Brix nightclub. (Haven’t hit Brix yet, but I will fortify myself one night with a Red Bull and go in just for grins and maybe some money.) I’ve seen women working the street in Little India (well, okay, it was just two women on different nights). I’ve heard a rumor that a lot of the women working in Orchard Towers have their yellow medical cards.
I’ve asked around and it seems that there are more than a few bars/nightclubs known as pickup spots. The rest of the city seems to be fairly hooker-free. It seems that women are given some choice spots to do their thing so they leave the rest of the city alone. Though I do see random women on the streets in various locations, everything seems to be kept very low-key.
And then there’s the whole Internet. Steering clear of sex for money means one is left alone to pursue their destiny. I like that. Frankly, the police in Singapore are more worried about drug trafficking and terrorist activity than adults having sex for money or dinner or a pseudo-relationship or whatever. They may well be the first police I’ve encountered to have their priorities straight.
Since sex work is basically decriminalized in Singapore, I feel safe here. Not quite as work-safe as in the UK but safe enough. I still do not refer to sex and discourage anyone who tries to talk about it.
I started off here offering outcall-only (I’ve preferred this low-overhead method since I started working in Las Vegas). The demand for incall grew so I rented a decent hotel room in the middle of town (as opposed to the trick hotels I was happily living in in Geylang) and offered incall. The response was good but eventually became burdensome. I was sometimes working just to pay for the damn hotel. Since I have a place to stay in Singapore, the hotel was unnecessary overhead. So now I’ve jettisoned it and raised my minimum to 2hrs. My rates haven’t changed, only the time-minimum has. If the client wants an incall, he is responsible for booking the room himself. This avoids a lot of problems for me, namely no-call no-shows and last-minute cancellations.
Unlike the UK, I’ve had very few NCNS but a rash of last-minute cancellations. Once again, the decriminalized system has this downside. Because I don’t do any screening (not much need), the clients aren’t invested if they flake off. As always, I keep a bad client list. My UK list was much longer but still, it’s annoying: lost money and lost time.
CraigsList and Expatriates are really good for posting. I’ve gotten more than a few boyfriend/drink offers off CL. I draw two possible conclusions from this. 1) Guys are stupid (if you want a traditional date, try the Personals section, not the Erotic Services section). 2) The Asian culture of bar girls and professional girlfriends/sugar babies has skewed things so that a guy thinks offering me an evening of drinks with maybe the hope of payment is something I’m interested in. Needless to say, I’m not. Independence means much more than simply not working for a pimp.
As an American, I’m a rarity. As an indie, I’m a rarity. As an articulate English-speaker, I’m a rarity. Most of the time this is a good thing. Sometimes it’s not; like when I’ve seen a couple very curious locals who were so nervous they could barely make eye contact or speak much English. I’m not sure what they were seeking and so I ended up feeling like I failed at my job. Frustrating, but not their fault.
I can’t wait to get to Australia for real. It’s true: Aussies and Americans have an ongoing love affair. We just seem to appeal to each other and get along well.
Because of the heavy Asian sex worker population here, many of the expat clients I meet are sick of the bar scene and are thrilled to talk to someone not only here of their own volition but also someone they can carry a conversation with and exchange ideas.
Chinese sex workers are at the top of the food chain, far as I can tell. Indians and Malays seem to be at the bottom. But again, these are my hazy observations. There is certainly prejudice and hierarchy here.
The most beautiful women at Orchard Towers are all stationed at the fourth floor: the ladyboys. They are lovely!
Asian culture is does not have Western-Christian roots. Buddhism and Hinduism does not really stigmatize sex work or sex. Sex workers are simply following their path in life. May not be all that approved, but neither are they demonized. They’re just more like slightly embarrassing relatives and a bit socially messy.
Transsexuals, on the other hand, are seen as special and I’ve been told that boys showing these traits are encouraged along that path. Which might explain why there are so many ladyboys in Asia. That, and physically-speaking, they have a much easier job of switching genders than rugged, hairy Western men.
So far it seems the Internet yields the most buck for my bang. But then, I’ve worked in a nightclub long enough that I’m no longer willing to spend my evenings hanging out in one anymore (for fun or for profit) but I will push myself to expand my horizons. I fully intend on sampling the sex work carnival that is Singapore when I return. It seems like too much safe fun to miss. Except for KTV bars. I cannot sing and I cannot sing in Chinese. I think that avenue is closed for me.
Oddly, all this sex work contrasts heavily with the normal socio-sexual lives of Singaporeans, which reminds me very much of America in the 1950s.
I’ve had a number of clients comment that I’m younger-looking, slimmer and prettier in person. While it’s great to hear that, I’m wondering if my taste in photographers is that bad! I don’t think so at all; honestly, I’m really not that photogenic. They do the best they can and I think my newest photos are great. Oh well, always better to pleasantly surprise someone than the other way around.
This is a quick post and it’s late so I’m tired. Please ask questions I haven’t addressed here!