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I love Serpent’s post so much I have write my own. I think it’s very important to point out the types of harms sex workers face that don’t get the press, don’t get the attention of anti-traffickers and all that jazz. I loved what Serpent said: …I have had experiences that have been emotionally and […]


Uh, hi, world.

03Oct10

In case you didn’t notice, I haven’t been blogging. (Although that hasn’t stopped the trolls, it seems.) I’ve had a string of really fucking shit things happen in my life that have stopped me from activism, blogging, reading other blogs, and even working. I’ve always approached my work as almost therapy. I like it. It […]


Okay, feminists, let’s get real about something. I’m getting pretty fucking sick of the use of people with eating disorders to make some sort of point about the patriarchy. We are people who have had experiences and continue to have voices with which to discuss our experiences. Kind of like sex workers. Novel fucking concept,  […]


Have you heard about this? The claim is that it will cut down on terrorism. Or something. I mean, invoke terrorism, and our rights are always out the window. I happen to use a prepaid cell phone for work purposes. You know why? So clients can’t look my number up and find out my legal […]


(Note: I wrote this post when I was pretty drunk after being hit on in a bar. I shelved it until I sobered up. Now I think it’s fucking hilarious. You only wish you could hang out with Wasted Jane Pissed Off.) This serves as my Official (and Amen) Guide to Guys In Bars (hereby: […]


I spent part of my 21st birthday in the bathroom crying. We were all out at a bar. I don’t remember why, but I remember that my ex-boyfriend made me cry. I had some sort of terribly deluded idea that I was going to be friends with him, that you can drift from fucking to […]


You know, I never thought that I would, but I got burnt out. I’m taking a hiatus from activism for a couple of months to hopefully get my steam up. I think I always expected to maybe someday get burn out, but I wasn’t prepared for what it would feel like. It feels pretty fucking […]