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Sex Work and Condoms – The Manifesto of a Condom

Hello everyone! I'm a condom, also known as "dom" or "dom dom" by some in Hong Kong. In Taiwan, people often call me "baoxiantao" (保險套 / "insurance glove"). Some folks are even more straightforward and just call me "the bag".

Honestly, I don't really mind what you call me, as long as you stop using outdated terms like "birth control device". Let's be clear—I'm multifunctional. Yes, I help with birth control, but my other major role is protecting your health. No matter your gender or sexual preference, if you're having sex, don't forget about me. Just make sure I'm not torn, expired, or damaged, and then you can rely on me to protect you from sexually transmitted infections (STIs) and, if needed, prevent unwanted pregnancies.

Of course, I'm closely linked to sex workers, and they always make sure to include me in their work. However, some of their clients still stubbornly believe that I kill the mood. Some even go so far as to secretly damage me or toss me aside. To those people, I really want to say: "Can you stop being so selfish?"

And by the way, just because a sexual encounter isn't commercial doesn't mean you can skip me! The risk of STIs and unplanned pregnancies doesn't change depending on whether money is involved.

As a condom, I know I'm disposable—that's my purpose, and my fate. I'm totally fine with that. After you use me, just wrap me in a tissue and toss me in the trash. But whatever you do, please don't flush me down the toilet! If I get stuck, it'll be a mess for both of us.

Remember that!