yesterday we actual sex workers were circulating information about an ugly mug while that whole Feministe discussion was going on and I was just thinking, you know, this shit is all theory to you fuckers. You sit online and TALK about it and project all your rage and indignance on us hookers for not saying the things you think we should say, or just telling us what we should say, or concern trolling about what you think our issues are, but, you know, we’re actually doing the fucking work and dealing with all the consequences of it. while you talk about it. and talk about it. and only just ever talk about it.
My words were misrepresented on Feministe in one of these posts. And I feel like maybe I should respond… but I have been busy doing actual organizing work instead. Being required to respond to the same internet-bubble arguments over and over feels, I dunno… kinda coercive.
Former sex worker, current media maker and activist. Founder/director of the Red Umbrella Project (RedUP), a NYC-based, peer-led org that does media, storytelling, and advocacy with people with the sex trades. Lover of rescue animals (live with 2 dogs + cat), voracious reader, have case of late onset athleticism (running, triathlon, boxing).