Last month, I woke up to the news that a friend of mine had overdosed and died. I’d never met her, but I’d known her for almost 15 years online. We’d found each other back in the days of Livejournal, back when it was a shock to my system just to be able to read… Continue reading On Survival
Tag: internalized whorephobia
It’s Not About Me: Responsibility In Sex Worker Writing
New sex worker writers often justify their sex work with respectability politics. I did it. I fucked up with my very first piece, in a big venue, the Guardian, contrasting my sex work to that of hypothetical trafficked workers, so-called “miserable slaves.” Even after taking feedback about that mistake, it took me a while to… Continue reading It’s Not About Me: Responsibility In Sex Worker Writing