To even question the role of these laws in exposing sex workers to harm puts their anti-prostitution campaigns on the spot. To go further and to recommend laws against sex work be removed, and that this is how the human rights community should move to protect sex workers, shakes anti-prostitution advocates at their foundations. That’s what they think their job is.
— Don’t Trust ‘Feminists’ Fighting To Keep Sex Work Illegal, something new by me on the whole Equality Now debacle and other feminists who lie about sex workers, for Talking Points Memo
The spectacle masks the fall of the fleshpot.
— (and the fall is online)
the summer i was 21 i dated a really beautiful tattooed faggot hustler who worked at the bathhouse and was delightfully old-school about his sex work, in that he used A PAGER. in 2004. everybody was like “DUDE GET A CELL PHONE.” but i think he kinda delighted in the anachronism. anyway, he loved fassbinder. also he had a saint andrew’s cross in his tiny-ass bedroom. point being, we had a lot of adventures and watched a lot of fassbinder.
— Gina winning it, also w/ the tag: “I WILL ALWAYS ASSOCIATE BOTH PAGERS & FASSBINDER WITH THIS DUDE”
As a bisexual woman and the bass player of a ridiculous punk band, I wanted to spread my legs and cause controversy.
— Laura Lush
Sex is never mentioned, but it’s hard to make a clear distinction between the playful come-hither posture of the young women and the overly practiced smiles of prostitutes in the windows of any given red-light district.
— …which – not knowing the distinction – is exactly the cause of all this anxiety.
The first dot-com boom financed my undergraduate degree from Mills College and paid my exorbitant rent in the Mission for years. I met thirty-year-old billionaires who were lonely and too rich, yet honest enough to pay their strippers for the intimate touch they lacked. The service industry thrived alongside the tech industry. The transgressive lifestyle that San Francisco has traditionally flaunted was supported by the first-wave techies, while the recent closing of clubs in the red-light district indicates a major shift in priorities. The current billion-dollar biotech generation has forced artists to move to Oakland, Emeryville, Portland, and Los Angeles. Its workers are adorned with gold, Google glasses, and couture, and their offices are tricked out with foosball, personal chefs, and gyms. And they’re rocking that shit in the Lower Haight.
— Losing The Lusty, Antonia Crane