“The Human Rights Campaign asked us to take down our trans* flag because ‘marriage equality is not a transgender issue.’
They said this to one of our activists as well as a transgender person who held the flag. We stood our ground, and flew our flag proudly.
That flag flew behind the podium ALL day today, keep an eye for it on the news.”This apparently happened twice. Well done, HRC. Well done. But I’m not allowed to be critical of your campaign. Get the fuck out of here.
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Hey We are two Sex workers wanting to create a video for and by sex workers to show to our family when we are coming out to help family members understand our lives as sex workers.
If you are a sex worker and want to submit some video footage with…
I don’t know if I mentioned it, but something I wrote was put in a real life book! Dead Cow Girl, writer & editrix extraordinaire, compiled stories from women about sexual desire, and has made it her mission to de-stigmatize women’s sexuality.
also Helen Razer is being shit again.
also picking on kids. so radical.
(Source: thischarminggirrl, via missharlowharlot)
When you travel, do you up your rates if the places you are traveling to are significantly more expensive than where your home base is (particularly if the spaces you are renting are more expensive)?
“All press is good press” IS NOT A THING WHEN YOU ARE A SEX WORKER.
Deciding whether or not to be interviewed for a story can be difficult. Compounding this difficulty is the fact that reporters must move quickly and you may miss a vital opportunity by being too cautious. Often the initial contact is hours if not minutes away from the reporter’s deadline.
But, just like many workers in the sex industry screen clients, we should screen reporters to decide whether or not we want to talk with them.
RedUP’s media guide has five pages devoted to doing intake of reporter inquiries, negotiating an interview, and reducing your stress when you’re dealing with the media.
And if you want to spend a whole weekend learning and practicing media tactics in a peer-led media workshop for people in the sex trades, apply for Red Umbrella Project’s Media Training Intensive, taking place in NYC May 17-19. Deadline is April 16.
I really, really wish I could go to this. :(
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Sabina Kelley looking like a super sexy Parisian sailor girl in the LLL breton striped high waisted mini skirt and longline bra. Photo by MichelleX Star photography.
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(Source: myunforgivable-youth, via missharlowharlot)
Lately, I have felt like I’m floating. I haven’t been working toward anything, in combination with some major sex worker self-loathing (HELLO, JERKBRAIN) and dissatisfaction overall.
I worked a little in New York after Catalyst Con East, and then ended up canceling a major session last minute when I was approaching an honest-to-god panic attack.
I needed the session. I needed the money. I was so on the verge of having a meltdown, though (which I bled all over Twitter and got a ton of support from the fucking amazing sex worker community I’m connected with), that I canceled.
I had been battling with my social anxiety all weekend at CCon, and had shoved it aside (or stifled it with a few glasses of wine). Social obligations take a huge toll on my psyche; if I miss things because I need to be alone, I feel guilty and sad that I missed out. If I go, I suffer for it later. I feel this acutely in places like CCon, where there are so many admirable, intelligent people that I love chatting with.
I didn’t take the time to recover from CCon, immediately traveling by bus from DC to NY (in the snow! which I wasn’t prepared for!), and then having a long shopping/lunch date with a client the next day. By the time that next session was coming up, I couldn’t hang. My throat felt like it was closing up, and I woke up my partner from a nap because I was crying and hyperventilating. Cool.
I present well, so I don’t think I read as anxious as I usually feel. As I’ve gotten older, my anxiety has increasingly gotten worse, too. This isn’t doing me any favors with sex work, which requires mental and social engagement.
I don’t hate my job (most of the time?), but the balance of needing money versus my own psychological well-being isn’t always being honored right now. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to sustain this.
Sidenote: It feels weird to admit that; are people in my own community going to hate me because I am not confident that I want to be here? Does that make me a big fat liar in some way? Am I doing something wrong here?
It’s possible that I’m having some unnecessary and irrational fear about this. Obviously, I don’t go to large social gatherings ALL THE TIME and I don’t always require so much handling for my social anxiety.
Point is: I need to be better at prioritizing my goals, as well as be better about my own self-care.
I’m going to publicly state some of my goals in an attempt to hold myself accountable to them, and to make them real by way of sharing them.
Goals:
Some of those are nebulous, but I believe I have the tools to make them all happen. Here’s my statement of intention. Help hold me to it, friends and universe.
men
want to fix you
save you
or fuck you
I can’t be fixed
and I don’t care to be saved
— Jeanann Verlee, men (via funpoolparty)
(Source: fypoetry, via inmidnightblood)
