Let me start out by saying I did do research on the subject of sex trafficking and sexual objectification. I watched TED Talks, read articles, and used real life stories to get the most accurate representation I can about this painful subject. I did not write this lightly or on a whim, and I take this subject very seriously. I want to inform those about real events, and how trafficking and sexual objectification are still a huge problem in areas even though we are in the 21st century. George Lucas brought these issues to light in the Star Wars universe, which I think is very important. Most people watching the movies think: "Oh, that's disgusting!" when they see Oona dancing for Jabba the Hutt, but they forget that those issues still exist today in the real world. I want to tell people the truth about sex trafficking, sexual objectification, and what they mean in detail. I want people to understand about choices, privileges, and bondage.
*Viewer discretion advised: sexual innuendo, alcohol, violence, trauma, gore*
Kix squinted through the thick pollution into the dimly lit alleyway. General Skywalker was up ahead, pushing into a loud bar that held the sickly stench of alcohol. Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, and Kix followed suit, weaving through thick crowds. Drinks sloshed in the air as drunkards fell into each other while music blared through large speakers. Flashing fluorescent lights illuminated the twi'lek dancers that swayed to the beat on metal poles. They danced in the middle of the room on elevated pillars so everyone in the large bar could see them. Adds blared on screens, showing humans and twi'leks washing speeders, but all eyes were on their scantily clad bodies instead of the speeder bikes. Kix moved his attention back to the dancers, whose clothing that barely covered their most private areas swished and glittered like a thousand kronar diamonds.
"What do you mean not now?" Anakin's angry voice caught his attention. The clone turned to see General Skywalker glaring at a well-dressed man sitting at the bar.
The man smiled, flashing his unnaturally white teeth. "I don't talk business in front of my guests, Master Jedi," he said smoothly. He straightened his black suit, and sipped at his drink. He nodded in the direction of the dancers with a pointed brow. "Enjoy the show," he said in a low, sultry voice. Anakin rolled his eyes, and made his way back to his battalion.
"He says he won't give us the information until after the party," he grumbled, glaring at the man in the black suit. He sighed, and plopped down on a red velvet couch.
"What do we do now, sir?" Rex asked, casually adjusting the pistol that hung at his hips.
Anakin pointed towards the back door. "Fives and Echo will position outside those back doors in case anybody who could be an asset to the information we need tries to run. Rex, Jesse, and Kix will stay here with me until the party is over. Every so often, we'll switch who gets to be positioned outside. Is that understood?"
They snapped to attention. "Sir, yes sir!" Fives and Echo moved through the crowd of aliens, and slipped through the back door.
Anakin twisted around, but no one seemed to have noticed the two clones leave. He sat back on the cushion, frowning in the direction of the informant. He hated places like this; they made him feel uncomfortable, like he was seeing something he wasn't supposed to. He glanced over, and saw that all three clones mirrored his discomfort. They fidgeted, toying with their armor and helmets. "It's alright, boys," he said in an effort to get them to calm down. "I'm sure this party will be over soon, and we can be on our way."
Kix let his gaze travel back to the dancers, and found one that caught his eye: a pretty orange twi'lek, with sparkling turquoise eyes and a dress to match. Her body was in perfect proportion: large hips and breasts, small waist, lithe legs, and slender arms. She swung around the pole, legs split until they almost made a straight line. Her body looped around, and she twined her legs and arms into an intricate design before sliding to the floor. The twi'lek moved her body along the pole in such a sensual way that Kix had to look away, his face blushing crimson red.
She is very beautiful, he admitted to himself. The song stopped, and he heard the dancers step off the stage. He turned, and saw the orange twi'lek smiling pleasantly at him. She blinked at him through hooded eyes, and settled herself very close to him on the couch. Her mouth split into a teasing smile as she reached over, plucked his drink from the table, and downed it with one tip of her head. The Twi'lek grinned at him, setting the little shot glass down.
"You're very beautiful!" he shouted over the music before he could stop himself.
Her blue eyes danced with light and humor. "I've never seen a clone here before!" she shouted back.
Kix blushed again, running a hand over his head.
She rose from the couch, brushing her hand along his shoulder. "I hope I get to see you again sometime! Bye, handsome!" she said loudly with a smile, and then flounced away into the crowd.
Wow, he thought. She's gorgeous!
The party continued to rage for another half hour, and Kix stayed seated beside his brothers. They all refused any alcohol offered to them since they were on a mission, and occasionally swapped places standing guard outside the back doors.
The words "Sex Sells!" flashed across the holo screens in neon lights, showing photos of alien women naked and covered in glitter.
"What a load of osik," the orange twi'lek from before growled to a blue dancer at the bar.
"I know," her friend said. "It's complete false information."
Kix's brow furrowed, and he walked over to the pair. "I don't mean to intrude, but I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."
The two twi'leks turned to face him, plastering fake smiles on their faces. "What can we help you with?" The blue dancer asked.
"Your conversation about the...uh...the 'sex sells' ad the just came on. What do you mean by false information?" he asked, feeling very uncomfortable.
The orange dancer dropped the act, and stared him dead in the eyes. "You really want to know?"
He shrugged. "Well, you seem to have strong opinions about why it doesn't sell, but…" he gestured to females all throughout the bar leading men to individual rooms with seductive smiles playing on their faces. "It looks like it sells pretty well here," he finished uselessly.
The blue twi'lek presented the other with shot glasses full of alcohol. They both drank, sighing as the booze flooded their systems.
"Males are constantly being sold the idea of sexual subjects," the orange twi'lek began. "It gives them a sense of power, like they're in control."
The blue dancer butted in. "And women," she said, gesturing to herself, "are being sold the idea that that is the way to becoming the perfect sexual object."
"But you said sexual subject," Kix said, pointing to the orange dancer, "and you said sexual object," he pointed to the blue twi'lek. "What's the difference?"
The orange dancer raised a brow in mild surprise. "Wow, you really are paying attention. Perhaps males aren't all jagyc'kovids." She waved a tattooed hand dismissively. "Anyway, the difference is that subjects act while objects are acted upon. Understand?"
With a sick feeling in his stomach when he did understand, Kix nodded.
"Sex is not being sold," the blue twi'lek said, downing another shot. "Subjectivity and objectivity are."
Kix thought he might actually be sick as the horrible realization settled in.
"Now, if you'll excuse us," the orange twi'lek looped her arm through the blue dancer's. "We'd best be going. But thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Kix asked as they started moving to the back door.
"For listening!" the orange dancer shouted over the raging music. And then they were gone.
"Let me go!"
Fives raised his blaster, searching for a threat.
"I said you're coming with me," a low male voice growled; it was coming from down the dark alley on the left.
"And I said no!" A female's voice this time; Echo shot Fives a worried look.
A muffled thud, the slice of metal, and a shocked scream had them running.
The two clones turned the corner with their blasters raised to find the orange twi'lek dancer lying on the ground, and a human man standing over her with a large knife.
His eyes widened as he took in the clones. "Republic scum!" he spat over his shoulder as he ran off down the dark alley.
Echo knelt by the dancer, and gently touch her arm. "Are you alright?" he asked. "Were you hurt?"
The twi'lek pressed a hand to the inside of her shoulder. "Just get me inside," she said in a pained voice. "And I can patch up there."
Echo's gaze traveled to her hand, and saw a deep cut running from her collarbone to the edge of her shoulder. Blood seeped between her fingers, and her face had gone pale. "That looks like more than a simple patching up," he said, preparing to lift her up.
The dancer slapped his arm away, and then winced. She slumped to the ground, curling in a way that shielded the front of her body from them.
"We have a medic," Fives tried. When she didn't object, he opened the door to the bar. "Let me get him."
Kix came out a second later, brow pinched in concern. "May I see?" he murmured quietly, moving slowly so as to not scare her any more. It's that dancer from earlier, he thought inwardly.
Recognition flashed in her wary eyes, and she peeled her bloodstained hand from her shoulder. Kix looked closely at it, and grimaced.
"It's going to need stitches," he said. He looked at her with calm, yet concerned, brown eyes. "Do I have your permission to move you inside?"
His voice was so soft, and so soothing that the dancer nodded.
"Do I have permission to stitch up that wound?"
She nodded again.
The medic looped his arm around her waist, and gently carried her into the bar. Rex jumped up from a couch, and briskly walked over to his men.
"What happened?" he asked, eyeing the blood streaking Kix's armor and staining the dancer's outfit.
"She got jumped by some creep," Fives explained while Kix carefully set the Twi'lek on a stool at the bar.
"Where's the general?" Echo asked, looking around for Anakin.
"He's talking with the informant in another room. I don't know how long he'll be," Rex said, worry creasing his brow as more blood spilled down the dancer's front.
Kix opened his medicine pouch, and swore. "I left the karking numbing drugs on Coruscant!"
Jesse frowned. "Why don't you have them with you?"
"I didn't think that I'd be stitching up anybody on a stealth mission!" he snapped, anxiety rising in his stomach.
"Just do it without," a weak voice interrupted. The orange dancer's eyes were glazed, her words slurred with pain and exhaustion. She was slumped over on the stool, resting heavily on the table in front of her.
"I'm sorry, what?" Kix wasn't sure he had heard right.
Her turquoise eyes slid over to him. "Stitch me up without the drugs. I need to be able to work tomorrow."
"I-I can't, that's not-" he floundered for words. "Are you sure?" he asked finally.
The twi'lek nodded again. "Yes."
Kix gently laid her on her back on the velvet couch, elevating her head and told Fives to put pressure on her wound. While his brother somewhat stifled the bleeding, Kix reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of alcohol. He wadded up some white cloth, and pursed his lips. "I need to disinfect it," he said slowly, dabbing the cloth with alcohol. "It's going to be very painful," he warned. He settled into a chair beside the couch so that he was leaning over her chest as he worked on her wound.
The dancer's head rolled back. "Just give me something to bite on," she said weakly.
Kix inserted a leather strap into her mouth, and then pressed the cloth to her collarbone. Her back arched, eyes going wide as she cried out around the strap. Rex pounced, holding her other shoulder down to keep her as still as possible. Kix quickly, yet thoroughly, cleaned the area of her cut and pressed a separate cloth filled with ice to the irritated skin. Tears leaked out of the twi'lek's eyes, and she bit down harder on the leather.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know it hurts," Kix repeated over and over as he threaded one of his needles.
"What's your name?" Jesse asked, trying to distract her from the burning pain.
She spat out the strap. "Koyi," she said; her voice had a thick and unique accent, like sweet honey.
"That's a nice name," he said softly.
Koyi nodded, blinking away more tears. The medic leaned over her torso, pinching the skin around the cut shut. Then he poked the needle through both skin pieces, and pulled the thread through.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and hissed through her teeth.
Kix winced. "Maybe talk about something to take your mind off it," he suggested. "Tell us where you're from, or how you got here."
Koyi's eyes opened slightly. "It's not a pleasant story to tell," she muttered. Then she flinched, causing the needle to swerve and puncture another piece of her skin.
Kix remained calm, and re-positioned the needle. "Well, talking is a good way to distract yourself from the pain."
"War stories are never pleasant," Echo said, giving her a sympathetic look.
Koyi's face suddenly turned tired, her beautiful features sagging under exhaustion. "My story is not like the type of war you are familiar with."
"Is it a long story?" Kix asked, closing up a stitch.
She nodded.
"This wound will take some time to patch up, so you might as well tell it."
Koyi opened her mouth, but then closed it with a pained groan as he threaded through another stitch. "Another scar to add to the collection," she said ruefully.
Kix glanced around, and for the first time, noticed the scars that marred her body. Pale, thick scars streaked across her lekku, and he saw with horror that a large chunk had been taken out of her fleshy left head-tail. Lekku are more sensitive than arms or legs, and damaging one is one of the most painful things a Twi'lek or Togruta can go through. As his eyes traveled down, he saw more large scars across her sides, stomach, and thighs.
"Who did this to you?" he breathed.
One of her lekku twitched. "That comes later in the story.".
Kix suddenly did not want to hear this story, and busied himself with stitching up the cut.
"I grew up in the slums of the city," Koyi began. "It was a tiny village sort of setup, and I spoke a native Twi'lek language but no Galactic. Since I did not speak the common language, I could not make money by selling flowers, or working in a restaurant."
Kix pulled a stitch shut, and she whimpered. "Sorry," he said quietly.
"While other children were learning how to play sports, my mother taught me how to be a woman. She showed me how to mold my body into an object that males would find appealing. By the time I was six, I could name most females who showed up on TV in the big city."
"You must have loved your mother very much," Echo said softly, almost to himself.
"My mother was a druggie, and my step-father was an abuser," Koyi said bluntly. "She died of an overdose, leaving me as the oldest in charge of my younger siblings. My step-father, he..." she broke off and swallowed, "he only referred to me as 'pretty little thing'. He taught me the secrets of pleasing males when I was young by doing it himself to me. I took his attention away from my siblings, and was forced to bed with him nightly."
Jesse shut his eyes, looking like he was going to be sick. Fives gagged, and Rex looked livid.
"You were so young," Echo whispered, horrified. Koyi just nodded robotically.
"And then the job came when I was a teenager." Her voice was hollow, her eyes glazed as she slipped back into her memories. "A man came to me and offered me a job to advertise new speeder bikes. The photos I posed for were inappropriate to say the least, and they were everywhere. I thought that it was harmless, that it was a one time thing that would supply me with enough money to help care for my younger siblings." Koyi's turquoise eyes lifted upward to look around the room. "But then I was offered the job to work at a bar. They must have seen the ads because they sought me out specifically, though I was too naïve to see it; I thought that it was just dumb luck. They presented me with the idea of making a lot more money than I had been making with those pornographic advertisements, and I agreed. It..." her voice broke, and she stopped. A tear slipped down her face, and she wiped it away with her free arm. "It started off with just taking drink orders," Koyi said heavily. "Then it was massages. But it got to a point where I was having sex with forgein aliens every night."
Kix looked over into her vacant blue eyes. "I'm so sorry," he said softly. He pulled another stitch through and she winced. Blood beaded between the stitches, and he wiped it away with a cool white cloth.
"Even though I was working my shebs off, and got payed slightly better due to my 'expirience' in the sex field, I still wasn't making enough money to support my siblings," she continued. "My dream was to give them enough money to send them out of the village, get them some form of education, and someday have them leave this godforsaken planet. But they were sick and hungry, and I had no money to pay for a doctor. So I got desperate; I stole money from a client. I was caught and arrested while the client walked free. My sentence was 3 years, and it was a living hell. I had no idea of what had happened to my siblings, or if they were forced to work in my absence. Everywhere I went in the prison, I was approached by them to have sex. I refused their advances, and they did not like being told 'no.'"
"You refused the inmate's advances?" Jesse asked, his eyes turning dark with concern.
Koyi shook her head. "I refused the guards."
Rex's eyes bulged, hands clenched into fists. "What?"
"They had heard rumors about me, and they wanted my body. I turned them away time and time again, so they beat me." Her face was turned to the clones, but her eyes were unfocused, glazed and faraway. "They used electric shocks on my body and knives on my lekku. They knew the only way to get a twi'lek to become submissive is to damage their lekku, so that's what they did. The beating happened nightly, when the other inmates were asleep. There were no medical professionals in the prison, so I had to make do with what I could."
Kix tied the final stitch closed, and she clenched her jaw. He cut the loose thread, and then began to wrap her shoulder and chest with a white gauze.
She blew out a shaky breath, sagging into the cushions. "I was released from prison 5 months ago, and now I work here. I still don't have nearly enough money to give my siblings the life they deserve. I want to save them from the future that they are bound to have if they do not leave this system."
Anakin had been listening for most of the story; the informant quickly gave up the information and tracking beacon, and left within a few short minutes. The Jedi had come back to gather his men, but when he found them all enraptured in Koyi's story, he thought that it would be best to leave them be. He too was interested in her, since he knew what it was like to be a slave. Now, with her story finished, Anakin stepped out of the shadows.
The clones snapped to attention, and Koyi's eyes went wide.
"Jedi," she breathed, and struggled to stand, to cover herself, to do something when Anakin untied his robe. He draped the material over her shoulders, the long fabric providing a much needed covering for her body. She looked at him with utmost gratitude, and tears started falling down her face. "Thank you," she whispered, her chin trembling. "Thank you." Koyi tied the robe around herself, being cautious with the arm that had just been stitched shut. She swung her legs over the side of the couch, making eye contact with all the clones, and the Jedi. "Thank you for helping me," she said, smiling at Kix. "Thank you all, but I have to go. I need to be able to work tomorrow."
"Can we give you anything?" Echo asked. "Food? Credits? Supplies?"
Koyi opened her mouth to respond when-
"Koyi?" A small voice came from the entrance to the bar.
They whirled to see two small twi'leks, a pale orange male and a light pink female.
"Poy! Siolo! What are you doing here?!" Koyi stumbled clumsily over to the young children, dropping to her knees in front of them. She cupped the little boy's face in her hands, wiping away dust with her thumbs.
"You didn't come home," the girl, Poy, said. "We got scared, so we came to find you."
"All by yourself?!" Koyi demanded angrily, holding the children at arm's length to look them over. "It's two miles from the village to the bar! It's a miracle you're alright!" She gathered the young twi'leks and squeezed them with a fierce embrace.
Siolo, the boy, pointed to the front doors of the bar. "The nice man gave us a ride in his speeder. He said he knew you."
Koyi stiffened, and tried to rise off the floor. Kix moved forward, gripped her arm, and helped her to her feet. She put her hand on his to keep him from moving away. He shot her a comforting look, and together, they made their way to the bar entrance. A large Zabrak stepped into the room, standing at least 6 feet tall with muscles rippling under a leather jacket. His eyes were dark, his mouth set in a firm line.
Fives put a hand on his blaster, while Rex and Echo moved in front of the children.
Koyi wilted with relief. "Lok, it's you."
The Zabrak bowed his head in return. "Koyi, your siblings were wandering the outskirts of the city when I found them."
She gave him a one-armed hug. "Thank you for protecting them," she whispered.
"Uh, excuse me," Rex said, stepping forward. He glanced between the two aliens. "You two know each other?"
Lok looked over the four clones with a sad look on his face. "I take it she told you her story."
The clones nodded warily.
The Zabrak blinked. "Then it is understandable that you are protective of her and her siblings. You are good men, and we need more people like you in this world." Lok then bent down until he was eye level with Poy and Siolo. "How would you like a sweet fruit drink?" he asked, smiling kindly.
"With cream?!" Siolo asked excitedly, his face splitting into an eager grin.
Lok laughed. "As much cream as you would like." Then he herded Poy and Siolo behind the counter, leaving Koyi to talk with the clones.
"He's the bartender here," she explained wearily. She stumbled over to a cushion, and sat down heavily. She pressed a hand to her inner shoulder, where a red stain was spreading quickly through the white cloth. "Lok is in the same situation as I am: no money, no insurance, and whatever future we had planned was taken to the Sith Hells."
Kix peeled away the bandage, and began to fiddle with the stitches; Koyi had pulled them loose in her hurry to get to her siblings.
Jesse twisted to see Lok shaking up a cocktail mixer, much to the children's delight. "He's very good with children," he observed as the Zabrak patiently showed Poy how to pour the fruity concoction.
Koyi gestured to the photos of dancers on the wall. "He struck up a relationship with a good friend of mine a while back, and now they have a child. She's about 1 year old, now that I think about it." Her voice was wistful, like she was somewhere far away from the city slums. "He looked after Poy and Siolo while I was in jail. But," she sighed, snapping back into reality, "this is the only way he can make enough money to support his family."
"That's absurd!" Fives burst out. "Why can't you find another job somewhere else? Somewhere away from all this mess?"
She barked a humorless laugh. "Any decent job in the city won't hire a prostitute such as myself, or an unmarried man with a child like Lok. Those things just don't happen, so we have to make due with what we can."
"You shouldn't have to 'make do' with anything!" he argued. "Can't you leave? You're not a prisoner here, right? So why don't you just leave this planet, and start a new life?!"
Koyi shook her head, biting her fist as Kix redid the last stitch. "It's true that I'm not physically kept here," she admitted once he had pulled the stitch tightly shut. "But I am not mentally free. Let me put it into perspective," she said, noticing the clones' confused faces. "If I were to quit this job, then I would have no way to make money to support my family. That means that one of my siblings would have to go out and find work so that they could support us. But when they go looking for work, they could fall down the same trap I did and end up working in the sex industry as a way to provide. And that," she said, wincing as Kix wrapped a fresh gauze around her torso, "is what I am trying to protect them from in the first place."
"Why don't we extort this place?" Anakin asked at last, stepping forward. "We could bring in troops, and expose this place for what it is: a sex-trafficking slave opperated buisness. I was a slave once like yourself, Koyi, and I could liberate you like the Jedi liberated me."
The clones looked ready to agree with him, but Koyi slowly shook her head. "A thoughtful idea," she said, "but no. That is what we call a 'smart raid'. It's when well-meaning people like yourselves try to bust in and heroically free all of the slaves here."
Lok came over, and handed her a glass of water. She gratefully accepted it, drinking large gulps before continuing again.
"But those raids only work for a short while, and trust me, I know because I've been a part of one before. But liberating all those slaves does nothing if you don't help them after that. Even though they've been freed, they still need to work, so they go back to the only way they know how to get money, which is what they were just freed from. I will tell you this, Master Jedi," she paused to take a large gulp of water, "sex-trafficking is not something as simple as business; it is a complex cycle of social, economical, and political problems. Or, even more, a complex cycle of intergenerational poverty. Those who are born into it rarely ever get out."
Anakin blew out a heavy breath, raking a frustrated hand through his hair. "So there's nothing we can do?" he asked at last.
Koyi shook her head, and Lok came over to stand beside her. "This problem has been going on for centuries, Master Jeid," he said, shrugging. "Unless you can stop poverty, it will just stay as it is."
Kix wiped blood off his hands with a washcloth, frowning. "This is your future?" he asked. "This, right here and now, is the only future you have left for yourselves?"
Koyi's face suddenly turned sad, and she slumped to the floor. "My future was over the moment my step-father touched me," she said quietly, glancing over to where Siolo and Poy giggled as they drank their creamy fruit drinks. "I just wanted to give them a better life," she whispered bitterly. "Away from...this."
Rex's com suddenly beeped, and he glanced down. "Sir," he said. "We've got to go, or else we're going to lose this lead."
Anakin sighed, biting his lip. "I'm sorry we weren't able to do more," he said, looking between Lok and Koyi. Then he walked outside, followed by Rex and Fives, and then Jesse and Echo, who patted Pyo and Siolo lightly on the head.
Kix refused to move. "This isn't right," he insisted. "We should be able to help."
Koyi's eyes swam with tears. "Not everything can be helped," she whispered, her voice breaking.
His heart wanted so badly to stay here and to help these people, but his duty pulled towards the door, out where his general and brothers were waiting. He dug through his pack, and presented Koyi with a small box. "This is a medicine patch," he explained, his throat threatening to close up with emotion. "Rub the ointment on your stitches 3 times a day so that they don't get infected, and wrap yourself in fresh gauze after you do so."
Koyi accepted the box, and then crushed him tightly with a one-armed hug. "Thank you for everything," she whispered. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"But that's just it," he said, frustrated. "I've done nothing!"
"No." She cupped his face with her hands. "You took the time to listen to both mine and Lok's stories, and that means the world to me."
He sighed, "It doesn't change the past."
"No," Koyi agreed. "But it can change the future." Then she kissed him lightly on the cheek.
Kix handed her a small holodisc. "In case you want to talk," he explained. She smiled, the tips of her lekku curling up.
He turned, and began to walk out of the bar.
"I don't know your name." Her voice stopped him just before the door closed.
"You can call me Kix," he said, putting on his helmet.
"Kix," Koyi mulled the name over on her tongue. "That's a good name for a good friend."
He smiled, and made his way over to where Anakin and his brothers were standing.
Siolo wiped cream from his mouth and waved after the clones. "Bye, Mister Clone! Bye, Mister Jedi!"
The helicarrier blasted off from the ground, and shot towards the starry sky. Koyi placed a gentle hand on her stitches, her mouth twisting into a small, grateful smile. She herded Siolo inside, the bar door swishing soundly shut behind them.
*about a month later*
"Kix! There's a message for you!"
The medic slid off his cot, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Who would write me a message this early in the morning?
The messenger droid gave him a holodisc. "Apologies for waking you so early," it said, "but this message took several days to get here, so it arrived at an unusual time."
Kix nodded, and took the disc back to his room. He opened it, and found a typed message.
Dear Kix,
I'm writing to tell you that Lok has gotten a new job, and will be leaving for Coruscant in a few days. I do hope that you run into each other; I think that you would become good friends. As for me, I'm still working at the bar. However, I did get Senator Amidala's message about the teaching opportunity on Naboo, and I would like to take her up on that offer. I think that I would be very good as a teacher, if I do say so myself. I would like to thank you for directing her towards the issues that many people like me face, and how she reached out to me because of you. Nothing has happened yet, but whoever said that change works quickly? You have given me so much hope for a better future, even when I thought that I had no hope left. Until we meet again, my friend, let us work towards a better future.
All my love,
Koyi
Translations:
Osik: sh*t
Jagyc'kovids: d*ckheads
Shebs: ass
I know that this is a very long oneshot, and thank you for sticking with me and reading until the end! I understand that this is a very sensitive subject for many people, so I appreciate all the support!
For all of those people out there trying to make themselves more sex objectified: please, please, please stop! I know you want to become more appealing to those around you, but you are shaping yourself for someone else's desires! There is no power in being a sex object! Stop seeking attention for your bodies; think of them instead as a tool to shape your environment, a tool to get you from point 'A' to point 'B'!
To those women/men who view other women/men as competition: they are not a problem, they are a symptom! They are the result of comparing yourself to others for self-esteem! It is a self-destructive habit, and it will ruin so many relationships with so many people!
Now that you have finished reading, I hope that you are more informed about trafficking, and the reasons behind so many people voluntarily working in the sex industry.