In-Which I Whine Like Nobody's Business. :-P

I'm really tired.

I got a sandwich at the loeb on Redeau (when I dropped off my big bag of old plastic bags, since I was in that neck of the woods, anyway), and I'm regretting it. It's a bit on the soggy side and, while it will provide me with sustainence while I get my ass over to therapy and then back for the Rally Etc., I think, in retrospect, I would have been better off getting a huge glass bottle of juice.
I think I might be getting dehydrated or something.

Anyway. Despite the fact that I may, indeed, have a job starting in early January (send me good energy, please!), my outlook on life has yet to actually improve.


I miss being reliably happy. I didn't have it for very long, but I had it for a little while, and I miss it. :-(

International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers

Photo by Paul McKinnon


So today (Dec. 17th) is the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers.

Due to the bus-strike (and my having scheduled therapy - at Lees Avenue Campus - with NO bus-strike in mind) I ended up missing the rally and the speakers.
But I was able to join in the march, and I heard the speakers outside the police station, and I got to chat with Chris Bruckert and Nicholas... oh, blast, what's his last name... He does the facebook account for POWER and he did an article for Xtra on the subject of sex work and what it is and does.
Anyway. it was good chatting with them. (And there were awesome mango-and-orange-and-chocolate cupcakes at the reception! Wah! Those were so yummy!)


Anyway. My sister was out walking her dog, Fletch, and happened upon us marching along, so she walked with us for a while, and I tried to explain some stuff to her (I didn't do very well, I admit). So I think I'll be cutting a pasting part of this post into an email and sending it to her.


Basically, what she said was: She doesn't aprove of sex work(ers) because by chosing to take on this role of Totally Sexual Woman they help to maintain the belief held by some men that *all* women exist for their sexual gratification/titilation/stimulation.

The answer I gave her ('cause I'm not very good at thinking on my feet) was short, somewhat garbled, and not very helpful.

The answer I should have given goes something like this (it's pretty similar to a conversation I had with Hyel a little while ago):


( What I Should Have Said )

So that's my story, so to speak. I'll send it to my sister.

She headed off to finish walking her dog, after Chris Bruckert spoke. And she said "Well, I don't like violence. But I don't like hookers either. But I *will* read those books you said you'd lend me".
So I'll hook her up with Carol Queen and Carol Leigh, and see if they can't do something to help change her mind. :-)



- TTFN,
- Amazon.