Sex trafficking is right under our noses in the United States. It exists in the shadows of the night as American women and girls are forced into prostitution by their boyfriends, pimps and madams. Girls who are runaways or women who are barely living—in poverty.
What do you see when you see a prostitute?
Do you think this is her choice?
Is this what she dreamed of being when she grew up?
And the buyer. The consumer. The John. Is this how men should behave? How is paying for sex ever ‘okay?’ At what point did this become acceptable behavior?
We have oversexualized women and girls. We have televised lingerie sporting events while the Dallas Cowboys and Orlando Magic cheerleaders bare themselves in front of millions. And it is consumed by people we know. Power. Money. Sex. Whether we watch it ourselves or say nothing while others do, it has somehow became un-masculine to raise a voice against it.
Sex trafficking is associated with girls handcuffed to hotel radiators, but it really looks far different. It’s the hollow, empty eyes of a girl trapped on the streets because of her sad circumstance. It’s the single mother in a wake of broken relationships and overdue rent. It’s common, every day people that you wait in line with at Walmart. Some are forced. Some are abused. And some see no other way than to sell—what they see—as their only comoditity.
If we are truely serious about stopping sex trafficking, than we need to squelch the demand of female flesh in the marketplace of the mind.