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Activist Spotlight Interview: Sarah Patterson on Health, Access, and Risk

Sarah Patterson
Sarah Patterson (photo by Tara Israel)

In January 2012, Sarah Elspeth Patterson and a group of other sex worker activists in NYC went to work offering health care and social services to sex workers. The much needed outcome, Persist Health Project, is the 2nd sex worker only health clinic in the United States, after Saint James Infirmary in San Francisco.

While there is limited funding for it as of yet, the Persist team are diligently working on their labor of love and helping to put an end to the lack of non-biased services for sex workers. Sex workers have a history of being subjected to discrimination, stigma, and forced hospitalization and testing in the mainstream healthcare system. NYC’s Persist strives to be a safe space where sex workers can be open and receive the care they need. You can help contribute to the growth of Persist by donating here. Every little bit helps!

I got a chance to speak with Sarah about the project upon her return from this year’s Desiree Alliance conference.

How would you describe Persist and it’s work?

Persist Health Project (Persist) is a peer-led organization that connects folks in the sex trade in New York City with providers who are either from the community themselves or awesome allies. In addition to coordinating care for people —people can call us and have a provider hand-picked for them, based on their needs —we also offer workshops on health topics, such as burnout, sexual health, and general health. To keep enhancing our network of providers, we offer trainings for health care professionals on how to work with folks in the sex trade better.

Persist was co-founded in January of 2012 by a group of sex worker activists, nurse practitioners, and social workers who are also current workers, former workers, or very committed allies. I brought together people I knew were valuable members of sex worker organizing groups, who were either interested in health for sex workers because of their own experiences with sex work or had transitioned from sex work to health or social services. Many of us had been doing organizing together, were friends or peers, and saw a collective need. Others had dreamed for a long time of opening a clinic space just for sex workers.

What was your motivation for working on this project?

I didn’t give my health a lot of thought until I became a healthcare professional and was expected to be an “expert” on these things. After I got my degree, I found myself doing sexual health education and thinking, what about my own personal health decisions? Am I really being “safe” all the time, or do I do things that are “risky?” Are there better ways to think about this, outside of thinking about everything —drugs, alcohol, smoking, sex, food, so on—as a “risk”? What’s realistic for my life, rather than what is generally taught as the “best” thing to do? Of course, the concept of making health choices that fit your life  is one the fundamentals of harm reduction. But it was only after getting the “right” answers from education that I wondered about the value of what I already knew from my own life experience, and how that might be useful to others.

I think it’s incredibly valuable to be offering positive, affirming peer support to one another from within communities involved with or impacted by the sex trade. In addition to creating communities and shared life experiences, trading sexual services can also be very competitive, anxiety-inducing and isolating. So part of Persist’s goal is to break the feeling of isolation in health care by shifting ideas of what support can look like.

Quote of the Week

When I moved to Atlanta I was made aware of a peculiar pastime of the city’s white frat boy elite. They apparently enjoy getting drunk and visiting one of the city’s many legendary black strip clubs rather than the white strip clubs. The fun part of this ritual seems to be rooted in the peculiarity of black female bodies, their athleticism and how hard they are willing to work for less money as opposed to the more normative white strippers who expect higher wages in exchange for just looking pretty naked. There are similar racialized patterns in porn actresses’ pay and, I suspect, all manner of sex workers. The black strip clubs are a bargain good time because the value of black sexuality is discounted relative to the acceptability of black women as legitimate partners.

Tressie McMillan Cottom on Miley Cyrus, the commodity that is being desirable, and “brown bodies as white amusement parks.”

The Week In Links—September 6th

Siouxsie Q as sex working musician mermaid Fish Girl (courtesy of the play's Facebook page)
Siouxsie Q as sex working musician mermaid Fish Girl (photo by Micah Goldstein, courtesy of the play’s Facebook page)

This story by Missy Wilkinson about the business slowdown in New Orleans strip clubs during the summer nails that “bad season” feeling so common in hot climates: “It’s also a time when she experiences a phenomenon she calls ‘bad-busy’: a club crowded with people who may pay the cover charge and buy a drink, but who won’t spend money on dancers.”

The Caribbean Sex Worker Coalition Conference ended this week with the Montego Bay Declaration, demanding human rights for sex workers from the Caribbean states.

NY Magazine interviewed Mark Kunich about his nonprofit gay porn studio, Boystown, the proceeds of which will be donated to the Russian LGBT community. The first release is called “Put It In Putin.”

Stopthetraffik.org’s video, in which a Janet Jackson-esque dance routine in Amsterdam’s red light district is supposed to Teach Us a Lesson about trafficking, seems to be everywhere this week. Eithne Crow explains why it should go fuck right off to where it came from.

SF Weekly ran an excellent profile of Siouxsie Q James’ new play, Fish Girl, and her work on The Whorecast.

Police evicted about five hundred sex workers from one of Bangladesh’s oldest brothel districts last week after hardline Muslims from the local Islahe Quom Parishad group attacked women working at the site, injuring thirty. An op-ed in a local paper records the sex worker community’s response.

The National Organization for Men Against Sexism apologizes for not having censored Emi Koyama’s anti-anti-trafficking discourse talk sooner.

Liquid Lapdance Pants to store strip club customers’ jizz? Really? Strippers the world over groan collectively.

Jezebel and Mammamia have discovered that porn stars get their fans to buy them things on Amazon wishlists, and they are shocked, SHOCKED. (Yeah, and that’s been happening since Amazon’s inception, keep up.) Jezebel’s Tracie Egan Morrison jeers at sex tape star Farrah Abraham for asking for a for a $52 crib mattress and $12 mattress cover: “It’s like, either keep your kid out of your weird sugar daddy arrangements or at the very least, get her the good, expensive shit.” Yeah, shame on that slut for not wanting to spend hundreds of dollars on baby stuff that quickly becomes useless as the kid grows out of it. Typical rude slut behavior.

Stacks & Cats

IMG_20130721_161549_753Making the yellow and green stripping in Australia—

Sex workers, send us your pictures of your dogs and dollars or cats and stacks to info@titsandsass.com. Include the name you’d like us to use, what kind of work you do, and a link to your site if you’d like.

Outcasts Among Outcasts: Drug-Using Sex Workers in the Sex Workers’ Rights Movement, Part 2

The madam of an opium den relaxing into a nod—note that is she is unbothered by clients as she does so. (One of a series of photographs by Hungarian photojournalist Brassaï taken in Paris in the early 1930s.)
The madam of an opium den relaxing into a nod—note that is she is unbothered by clients as she does so. (One of a series of photographs by Hungarian photojournalist Brassaï taken in Paris in the early 1930s.)

(You can find part one of this discussion here)

Caty: I’ve seen former drug-using sex workers like Kate Holden write that trading sex for drugs directly with a dealer was “just tacky,” and in my shallow, callow early years as a heroin-using escort, I often said the same thing. But the real reason I’ve avoided doing this for a decade, with one exception, is that I’m terrified to have the power dynamic between possibly withdrawing user and dope holding dealer client be that starkly clear. I can safely retreat into the farcical mask of my privilege when with my escorting clients, I can advertise as an “ex-Ivy League activist and escort” on my Backpage ad, leveraging those respectability politics for all the profit they’re worth, and within that pretense, I can be as primly outraged as a Victorian maiden with her honor insulted when these clients ask for a BBJ. I can’t maintain that pose shaking and sniffing in some dealer’s living room.

I remember the one time I did trade a blowjob for three bags, early in my dope career. I remember his limp cock in the condom, the way he grimly surveyed my grimy, slovenly SRO room, how he said, concerned, that I should do the bags first, so then I had to do them in front of him even though I wasn’t sick yet and all I wanted was to enjoy the dope after he’d gone and I had my solitude returned. I know it could’ve been much worse, but I’d never felt so exposed, so confirmed as all the stereotypes about junkies whores.

Then there was the part where I had to awkwardly encounter him every once in a while for years after that—and that’s another thing, trading a session directly for dope means that one has to break the common rule escorts make about not seeing people that know their real name, people who are part of their social circles, as clients.