White Sex Workers…
High Priced Sex Workers…
Able Bodied Sex Workers…
Indie/Alt Sex Workers…
HAVE A FUCKIN’ SEAT.
Stop pretending that making 100k per year is normal for more than a minuscule margin of all sex workers.
Quit putting down low-rent and barter workers. We don’t all turn tricks to be blond, skinny millionaires at 25. We don’t all work at the Bunny Ranch, or KOD, or Scores. Some of us are late on rent and sick and disabled and most of us are Black and Brown, and many of us are parents, and we are not all sitting stacking paper and being halfway feminist and mad at anyone with a critique of the business. Lots of us work in the back of cars, dance on wooden stages that give us splinters, do extras (yes, do extras, get over yourself), and have pimps. Lots of us make normal ass amounts of money. Most of us are not rich.
Few of us have unionized. Most of us would likely lose our jobs if we even tried.
No one owes you information about whether or not they are in this industry. Lots of us could literally not afford to tell you even if we wanted to. Which why would we want to tell you when you already decided that anything less than 300$ an hour is shameful and means we should get another job. Who wants to tell your judgmental, skinny, white ass anything?
For Real Tho’,
Dynasty (W)Rex
Salutes this [my bold].
— Gail Dines (via reconnect-restore-rewild)
(via queerhairyvag)
So there it is: the difference between a stay-home mother and a welfare mother is money and a wedding ring. Unlike any other kind of labor I can think of, domestic labor is productive or not, depending on who performs it. For a college-educated married woman, it is the most valuable thing she could possibly do, totally off the scale of human endeavor. What is curing malaria compared with raising a couple of Ivy Leaguers? For these women, being supported by a man is good—the one exception to our American creed of self-reliance. Taking paid work, after all, poses all sorts of risks to the kids. (Watch out, though, ladies: if you expect the father of your children to underwrite your homemaking after divorce, you go straight from saint to gold-digger.) But for a low-income single woman, forgoing a job to raise children is an evasion of responsibility, which is to marry and/or support herself. For her children, staying home sets a bad example, breeding the next generation of criminals and layabouts.
All of which goes to show that it is not really possible to disengage domestic work from its social, gendered context: the work is valuable if the woman is valuable, and what determines her value is whether a man has found her so and how much money he has. That is why discussions of domestic labor and its worth are inextricably bound up with ideas about class, race, respectability, morality and above all womanhood. You can talk all you want about equal parenting; nobody is raising his son from earliest childhood to see as the most important job in the world being a stay-home father dependent on a high-earning wife. Nobody says to men in college, “You can be a physicist, or you can be a homemaker—it’s your choice!”
"— bell hooks (via wretchedoftheearth)
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The Empire Line by artist Gavin Fernandes, explores the politics of clothing and its relationship with class and caste in 19th century India ruled by the British Raj. (2007) (via wired)
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