Right so what you’re saying here is that by opposing the oppressive institutions of sex work, you are in fact against transgender people? What? Sorry everything you’re saying makes absolutely no sense. Nobody’s out to attack sex workers themselves here and in fact the whole criticism centers around sex work as an oppressive social institution. What you’re saying is the equivalent of saying criticism of capitalism is anti-worker because workers are the largest demographic element of capitalism. Being against sex workers themselves, as people, would be anti-trans women, and anti-women in general, which is not the case here.
That’s funny, because from where I sit as a sex worker, attacks on my working rights are attacks on me. You can hide behind your bullshit Nordic Model all you want, but at the end of the day sex workers need to make a living and attacking sex work attacks our ability to earn money.
Read some Viviane Namaste and shut the fuck up.
Nordic model? What? Do I look like a social democrat to you? Am I being trolled?
Sorry, it’s hard to tell you anti-sex work people apart.
The original argument is that attacks on the rights of sex workers directly impacts on a large number of trans women’s day to day lives and our ability to survive. The rhetoric that sex work is inherently oppressive is used to take the rights of sex workers away - no matter what model, if any, you support. The end outcome is that trans women’s lives are directly (and negatively) impacted.
People like you like to get all theoretical about sex work and capitalism etc etc, but this doesn’t help trans women sex workers in their day to day lives at all. You know what would? The decriminalisation of sex work (and no - the Nordic model is not decriminalisation).
This is all articulated much better by people like Viviane Namaste and Mirha-Soleil Ross.
The Weekend Post: Things that look like Vaginas
These tart cards are a few of 450 designed for British magazine Wallpaper. They were all on display June of 2009 in London, but never fear! you still view all the cards at the Wallpaper website. I was attracted to the cards because I love typography in art and they are all so pretty and pink. Oh and look like a lady’s naughty bits. Read more below to learn about tart cards and the project:
“Tart cards are the means by which many London prostitutes advertise their services. Step into almost any central London phone box and you can contemplate up to 80 cards inviting you to be tied, teased, spanked or massaged. [They] are so pervasive they are now regarded as items of accidental art and have something of a cult following. Once on the periphery of design, tart cards have influenced the work of many mainstream artists.
[Wallpaper] asked designers to find the tart hiding in every type and create their own graphic numbers.
In among this plethora of brilliant, witty graphic designs we would like to highlight the serious issue that lies at the heart of the world of tart cards – the plight of trafficked women in the sex industry. It is a subject touched eloquently on by Mike Dempsey of Studio Dempsey, who is a volunteer at the Helen Bamber Foundation which helps rebuild lives broken by human rights violations. While our exhibition is an ode to the graphic qualities of the tart card phenomena, Dempsey’s design is a pertinent reminder of the sinister world that lies beneath every card.”
Read Mike Dempsey’s letter and design
I never got people looking up to celebrities as inspirational figures. I know it happens, my nearly 14 year old sister has Cheryl Cole autobiographies and Selena Gomez posters to beat the band, but I can’t say I ever saw the appeal. I guess it was ‘cos I never really thought these women had actually done anything to earn any kind of role model status. Yeah, they’re beautiful, and that’s lovely, but it was luck. Being able to sing, amazing, but something you’re born with, not something you’ve earned really.
Reading this book, I finally got that inspirational feeling from another person. I learnt what I really, really respect is a woman with her brain switched on. With the kind of confidence that comes from actually being happy with how you are rather than that from hundreds of thousands of euros beauty treatment and fans telling you how wonderful you are on a regular basis.
Everyone should read it. Caitlin Moran is amazing. When I grow up I wanna be just like her. Yeeha.
I’m really glad this book is introducing so many women to the wonderful world of feminism, empowerment and sex positivity, but dear god, I wish it were written by someone with a better view on sex workers. I loved this book until I stumbled over the part wherein she proclaimed sex workers to be a disgrace unto womankind. It was an odd thing to find, actually. The majority of the book is fresh, progressive and gutsy, then out of the blue she slips into this swamp of archaic, ignorant, oppressive bullshit. It sort of knocked me for six.
Exploitation. They say half of underage girls on the street turn to sex work within 24 hours of hitting the streets. I know when I was a kid I turned to it right away every time I ran away or my dad kicked me out. Big eyes, tits hanging out, thumb out, I’d wait for any man to pick me up and give me money or a place to stay.
They say it’s a bad thing. They say there are pimps and traffickers who will lock those poor innocent children in apartments and make them fuck for up to twelve hours a day. I try to imagine this. When I was a kid no pimps ever approached me, but my stepgrandmother-in-law used to warn me about them. Just handle your own business, she would say, don’t let any guy start protecting you, taking your money, next thing you know… She was sixty and fat with eighties hair and sparkly spandex clothes. She’d been a hooker during the pipeline days, when things were really rough, until she’d married my mom’s husbands father thirty years ago.
Maybe girls without ex-hooker fairy stepgrandmother-in-laws were more vulnerable, but not the girls I knew. The summer I was fourteen I went to the big city and spent every day and night on a bad stretch of neighborhood. My best friend and I did drugs every day. Customers thought we were in our thirties. A couple ladies said there was a guy who helped them out with their money and we really should meet him, but we said no, no thanks, we don’t need any help with our money. We spend it just fine ourselves.
We were exploited. We were exploited by parents who used us for sex and money and by foster parents who used us as decoys for their abusive husbands and as props to show off at church. We were very fortunate to have our own hands, our own bodies, a resource that never needs to be renewed, and to make big piles of cash. There are many problems that can’t be solved by money, but there are also many problems that money can provide for: food, shelter, and transportation away from a bad situation.
If underage hookers make you uncomfortable, the answer is not to arrest them. The answer is not to arrest me, an independent adult escort. The answer is to provide street kids with better options.
Originally posted on Ecowhore, found via Tits and Sass
All of this and so much more, yes. Thankyou.