Posts Tagged ‘mental health’

Is it a form of ableism to talk about quasi-eating-disordered experiences? I struggle with this so frequently, and I am never sure how to address it. I know, based on my emotional reaction, that something is happening which is troubling to me. I know that I feel marginalized. But feeling marginalized and being marginalized are […]

I have been thinking lately about disability and mental illness, part of which is inspired by Amber Rhea. I came into sex work activism from mental health activism. I wanted to fight the stigma of mental illness. Now, it seems to me, couching mental illness in the framework of disability is beneficial. I don’t think […]

Pink slipped.


A pink slip is something you get when you are fired (“down-sized”?) from your job. It is also something you get if you are involuntarily committed. Both are signs of being economically fucked. This is something baffling about the treatment of crazy people. (And again, I use crazy in the same way I use whore. […]



I watched The X-Files growing up, even though I wasn’t allowed. It was one of the only cult television shows, until recently, that I really followed closely. I was much younger then. In middle school. During my “I’m going to read everything on black holes and pretend I understand it” phase. (I think I did, […]

Too Serious.


I have been taking things Too Seriously. The only place I don’t is in my work. I am not one of those posturing kind of professional dominants. I just love to play. Getting paid for it makes me so happy. It’s everything else. I think, as an activist, as someone who takes seriously the matrices […]

Why do it?


Serpent Libertine posted recently about why someone comes a sex worker. While I’ve often been pressed by others to answer this question, the older I get, the more I wonder about myself. Why did I become a sex worker? I don’t know. It just kind of happened. It was the money, certainly. After six years […]

Oh, drugs. How I can’t decide if I love or hate you. Legal, of course. Prescribed to me by doctors whose faces blur into one string of detached concern. I’ve been off and on dozens of prescriptions, though. Every time I move, I have a medication bottle purge. I dig out all the nearly full […]