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To paraphrase Black Dresses (Forever in your Heart): "Can we make something beautiful without hope?"
I don't think I can articulate the pain of this book. Crying eating my potato fritters in a packed restaurant reading the names of murdered sex workers. Walking past a house on the way home that has the sign "my ex wife is in the boot" out a window. Plastic men with plastic hands melting and reforming every night in a teleology of domination.
Three of my friends are sex workers and I can't imagine the terror of meeting a new client every hour and not knowing if they're going to push your limits (they usually do), try and fleece you or turn violent. There isn't a security guard at the brothel. Some sex workers work independently; they hire spaces like studio rooms. If one of them was murdered I've no doubt the police wouldn't give a fuck. They've had a history of gang raping minorities (look up Louise Nicholas); their children do the same (look up The Roast Busters). Sex work is economic independence without social support in a world that actively demeans you even as it desires you — it is the purest definition of objectification, of becoming a lifeless object in the hands of the other. Hated for being human (for having a will of one's own), broken down through a thousand hands all desiring the same (psychic or physical death).
My heart goes out to everyone working in these conditions. I don't want you to stay strong, I want a world where vulnerability doesn't lead to death. xx
I don't think I can articulate the pain of this book. Crying eating my potato fritters in a packed restaurant reading the names of murdered sex workers. Walking past a house on the way home that has the sign "my ex wife is in the boot" out a window. Plastic men with plastic hands melting and reforming every night in a teleology of domination.
Three of my friends are sex workers and I can't imagine the terror of meeting a new client every hour and not knowing if they're going to push your limits (they usually do), try and fleece you or turn violent. There isn't a security guard at the brothel. Some sex workers work independently; they hire spaces like studio rooms. If one of them was murdered I've no doubt the police wouldn't give a fuck. They've had a history of gang raping minorities (look up Louise Nicholas); their children do the same (look up The Roast Busters). Sex work is economic independence without social support in a world that actively demeans you even as it desires you — it is the purest definition of objectification, of becoming a lifeless object in the hands of the other. Hated for being human (for having a will of one's own), broken down through a thousand hands all desiring the same (psychic or physical death).
My heart goes out to everyone working in these conditions. I don't want you to stay strong, I want a world where vulnerability doesn't lead to death. xx
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