This essay originally appeared in the 2012 Momentum conference anthology ebook. I know this is a bit long for Tumblr, but this is the full text of the article, and I wanted to make it available online for people who aren’t at the conference for my presentation of the same title and/or want to…
This is some basic shit right here. “Sex-positive” people take note. Not everyone in the sex industry is there because they find the work empowering or cool or artistic. A lot of people are in it because they need the money and have few alternatives. So blanket statements about sex work, or sex workers’ feelings/motivations/experiences are pretty unhelpful.
Yes this. I am so sick of seeing posts by people who have come to sex work via uniquely privileged circumstances that say, “don’t assume we’re all trafficking victims or drug addicts”, which ends up just meaning, “don’t talk to me about sex trafficking or addiction or mental illness coercion when I want to talk about how selling my new book about my time as a coed stripper.”
yeah, see EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. that “real men don’t buy girls” photoset makes the rounds.
I remember having a discussion about how uncritical emphasis on a sex positive view of sex work can lead to the erasure and silencing of sex workers who do not have total autonomy or enjoyment of their work. And someone said, “Well, I don’t really consider those people sex workers.” Because their are sex workers, and then there is a vast undifferentiated class of victims, and the end result is that the sex workers whose voices are given the most credibility tend to be educated, conventionally attractive cis white women who are mostly doing it for fun and self-exploration.
Ron Frashour, the Portland cop who shot Aaron Campbell (a black man) in the back as he came out of his apartment with his hands on his head, is being reinstated with back wages. Fuck this shit. The dream of white supremacy is alive in Portland.
“Judging from these letters, people who read stories are gullible, rude, frequently illiterate, and horribly afraid of being laughed at.”—Shirley Jackson “The Morning of June 28, 1948 and ‘The Lottery’” (via mezzo-matto)
“Fate intervened. Some of us, that day, she led inexorably through the gates of death. Some of us, innocent and unsuspecting, took, unwillingly, that one last step to oblivion. Some of us took very little sugar.”—We Have Always Lived in the Castle (via pinkgemini)
I’m sure most of us have had one of these at some point. A shift that takes place at just the most inopportune time, or in a situation that, in hind sight, you find rather funny. I was fumbling around with ideas last night for what to write a blog post on and I figured this might make a decent one. Something maybe myself and others can look at and get a chuckle out of (since so many people are apparently deficient in humor, as is evidenced by my last post intended for giggles).
So without further adieu my awkward shift moments.
While at Sears getting photos taken for Christmas presents for the relatives, I experienced an extremely strong phantom shift almost exclusively in my face, and in that moment I worried that my feline face would show up in the photos and scare people.
When typing an article for my forum site I ph-shifted and had phantom paws. Needless to say typing then became impossible.
Walking into a grocery store I see a dog sitting in someone’s car. It comes to the window and starts yapping, triggers and m-shift, and I have to ask my husband to hold my arm tight lest I run to the window and try to socialize the other dog.
In the morning when I’m groggy and prone to strong m-shifts I walk out of my bedroom on all fours and in my pajamas to find that my husband has friends over and they’ve seen me. I had to blame my quadrupedal walking on “morning exercise”.
I’m trying to write, or say something really thought out and complicated, and all of a sudden I’m struck with a strong mental shift. All of my critical, rational thinking goes out the window and all I want to do as bat a jingly cat ball around on the floor.
That’s all I have for now. I’ll start making notes of these when they happen now, thought, and bring you another Awkward Shifts post when I have some more to share. :3
it’s even better if you choose to ignore the f in “shift’