Surviving Sexploitation

By Sandra Stevens

Sandra Stevens’s parents wanted their daughter to attend private Catholic schools they could not afford so her mother and father cooked up a scheme. They would buy a motel called The Morocco and rent rooms by the hour in order to pay their child’s tuition.
The unwholesome effects such an environment can have on a child - who, as an adult, would eventually succumb to the siren call of easy money - is the subject of Surviving Sexploitation: The World’s Shortest Memoir.
With a ‘Prostitutes Are People Too!’ message, Ms. Stevens offers a story of recovery, hope, and, ultimately, survival. We all have stories to tell. No matter how challenging the start, Sandra Stevens encourages all survivors of child abuse to let their voices rise above the din.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AG Books
• Release date: Aug 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9781785389399

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SURVIVING SEXPLOITATION

The World’s Shortest Memoir

Sandra Stevens

First published in 2018 by

AG Books

www.agbooks.co.uk

Digital edition converted and distributed by

Andrews UK Limited

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© Copyright 2018 Sandra Stevens

The right of Sandra Stevens to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1998.

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The views and opinions expressed herein belong to the author and do not necessarily reflect those of AG Books or Andrews UK Limited.

A small portion of this memoir originally appeared anonymously on a website that no longer exists.

Surviving Sexploitation

Gratitude is a mantle that fits me well, so I’m glad I lived in San Francisco when I was young and trying to be a lesbian. I landed in the Tenderloin, baseball cap first, quickly realizing I’d been duped by gay bar friends back in Atlanta, Georgia. How earnestly I believed Mathew, Nate, Todd, Greg, Sean, numerous Michaels and so many more who said the roads of SF were paved with people just like us, and a young woman obsessed with Jodie Foster would never know a day of want