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An open letter to the Prime Minister addressed to a trans woman who has been working in the field of sex for the past 40 years. and director of the sexual prevention and empowerment agency Red Umbrella Athens (RUA), the Anna Kouroupou.
R. Kouroupou, like all those working in the field of sex, has been injured due to the coronary heart disease pandemic. In his letter, he talks about the complete indifference of the government, which treats workers in its industry as illegal, despite the fact that it is a highly legal profession and has not given them any benefits.
“Mister Prime Minister, I will be hungry in a few days. The bills keep coming” as usual. “My colleagues are already starving. You are provocatively indifferent. I would point them out,” he said in an open letter.
See his letter in detail:
Mr. Prime Minister, my name is Anna Kouroupou, I am a trans woman and I have lived for 40 consecutive years as a sex worker.
You may wonder “naively” why I chose this profession.
Sorry. I’m tired of telling you for so many years. Has no sense. It doesn’t matter, the question will be typical, just like everything you stand for.
I am tired, I repeat, to explain the obvious! I’m no longer interested in convincing you of anything.
Mr. Prime Minister, that I have received so many decades from the respective governments and especially from your own institution, from this shield that you and you are raising and lowering, is discredit, repression, slander with the same “demands of a trafficker”, humiliation, humiliation and violent denial of what I am entitled to as a citizen of this country.
That is why I tell you, I no longer try, I cannot bear to explain what I am and especially … why.
Mr. Mitsotakis, the traits I took from my parents, two wonderful people who raised 4 children with great deprivation, did not allow me to “stray” from my path, as an entity, as a human being, as a citizen of a democratic country, which I had the misfortune to be born and grow in it.
In short, I owe nothing to your “home”, I owe nothing to your state. And any past due debt, I gave in its entirety, as it should and with interest.
Unlike you, you owe me.
Hundreds of nights that you have stolen from my life in dirty cells with inhuman conditions, by inhuman guards of the “class”.
A lot, but a lot of money, that forced me to pay to exchange the current prison sentence for a crime, that EVERYONE showed me in the worst way, that only this is worth it to me, only that I am capable and they all pushed harder and louder.
NO, I do not demand my mental balance. Because you are simply unable to see the results of your decisions. This is not your job.
Mr. Mitsotakis, in the last health crisis that hit everything? the planet and came to our door, once again I was a model citizen, doing exactly what you asked me to do voluntarily or institutionally, through Mr. Tsiodras.
I didn’t take advantage of the two small dogs I have to find a reason to leave my home.
I obeyed, as I did, some people who know more than I do.
The only exceptions, the times I went out with the Positive Voice Street Project team, offering whatever help I thought I could offer, to people more vulnerable than me.
Yes, Mr. Mitsotakis, I became a sheep again, putting my people above me, the people I love and care about.
My personal responsibility, that you threw at me while you didn’t even respect yourself, your voters, your children, and did the exact opposite with parties and honorary marble slabs without ANY security measure.
Mr. Prime Minister, I am very angry.
Mr. Mitsotakis, I am desperate.
40 years, I repeat, I was sincerely in my obligations with you, with all of you.
And yet I am more meteoric than ever.
I can’t work, you won’t leave me and you do it well.
In this particular job, you may know, the distance measurement is canceled immediately!
BUT I do not have the right to a single euro, as aid, subsidy, give it the name you want, although prostitution, as established by law, is LEGAL in our country and with your tricks for so many decades it has become illegal with your seal.
Prime Minister, in a few days I will be hungry. The invoices keep coming “as always”. My brothers, they are already starving.
You are provocatively indifferent.
Mr. Prime Minister … I am tired, you are tired of me.
Dissolve every day and for a time, with the same sadism that I mentioned in my previous lines.
Look “sideways”. Don’t pretend to wear blindfolds, because you don’t use them.
Do something. I demand that you “see” me as you saw me when you empty my “horny” pockets.
Without appreciation
Anna Kouroupou
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