“I needed to give a genuine image of a sex worker, jettisoning the uneven portrayals of her being the people remaining in dim back streets, requesting customers, fleeing from the law and society, having brief connections, and no friends. While the picture of her customers wavers between savage exploitative beasts or poor tempted humans. I needed to compose something which sidesteps such picture-traps.”
With this objective in mind, Nalini Jameela, a sex worker, activist, documentary-maker and a best-selling author decided to share her life story in The Autobiography Of A Sex Worker 13 years ago. Born in a poor family, Nalini was pulled out of school in class three after her mother lost her job, after which nine-year-old Nalini started working in a clay mine where she faced sexual harassment multiple times. At the age of 18, she got married to a coworker who she lost to cancer after the birth of her children. As there was no support either from her in-laws or her own family, she was compelled to take up sex work in order to provide for her children.
Nalini constantly discovered that society dismisses the way that a sex specialist is human, as well, has her very own quality, that her reality matters, that her story is deserving of being heard as well. What’s more, that is the thing that her subsequent novel, apropos named Romantic Encounters Of A Sex Worker, investigates. She introduces the entrancing story of the boulevards, her customers and the dynamic relationship she imparted to them – those pieces of a sex specialist’s life that society helpfully overlooks when they characterize her.
“Many times it comes as a surprise to the people around, that a woman who is doing sex work is also good with words and is able to do many innovative things besides doing, as people call it, her ‘degraded work.’ But as I said in my first book that yes I am a sex worker and I am neither sad nor ashamed about it.” she told. Halfway through reading Romantic Encounters Of A Sex Worker, I knew that this was going to be one riveting conversation, so here we are!