But those two pictures have disturbed my mood,becouse I am still in love with those very myths,and feel no strong urge to subvert them.Along with so many other prostitutes,I sat through the movie "Pretty Woman" more than once,and actually felt represented,becouse my fantasies were represented.I subscribe to the idea of feminine charisma and physical perfection,now more than ever.I have come to appreciate the pleasures of the hetero pedestal. After thousands of tricks turned,I still can't look at the human body as merely a set of working parts.My job was also about enchantment,not just about service. I have never felt in my prostitute's heart that there was anything terribly wrong with being perceived as exotic.And yet,my long career in prostitution made me more of a romantic,not less of one.Like other prostitutes,I had rough,demanding,and stressful days and nights,but I also experienced tenderness,flirtation,unexpected sensuality... I grew to love being adored and mythologized.I enjoyed feeling mysterious or coy.I felt better about myself when men told me I was beautiful,and felt half-alive when I wasn't being admired.I discovered how much I needed men in my life,and was never sure whether my job was the cause or the result of this.