There are many times I have let my body be used, uncomfortable, unsure, and yet not speaking out. Embedded in the lives of women around me are similar moments of self-objectification – by self-objectification I mean that moment in which a woman views herself and lets herself become only what a man wants or needs in that moment. It is a loss of recognition that anything more than the body exists in that time. I found a Karaoke Bar on the outskirts of Siem Reap where women are both entertainers and escorts. As different as their daily lives are from mine, in their expressions of intimacy and loneliness, I felt that I recognized those parts of myself that I rarely brought to the surface. As I watched them with the men that came to them for comfort, I was surprised at how their range of gestures – comfortable with one customer, irritable but needy with the next, ambivalent and prop-like with the third – moved from desirable to dependent.
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