Because I want my daughter and all the children to come to live in a world where their choices are truly theirs. Because I hate knowing that people are considered criminals for exercising sovereignty over their own bodies. Because morality is often an excuse for cruelty and hatred.
I do not have the eloquence of Ken White or Thomas, though I’ve tried to write on the topic before, and so I fall back on reblogging Maggie McNeill’s own words.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. – Martin Luther King, Jr.
Today is the first Friday the 13th in fourteen months, and since I’ve picked up quite a few readers since July of 2012 a number of you are probably wondering what that has to do with anything. Well, it’s just this: from soon after the beginning of this blog, I’ve asked those of you who aren’t sex workers yourselves to speak up for our rights on this day. The gay rights movement didn’t really take off until the friends and families of gay people got involved, and it’s the same for us; since only about 1% of Western women ever formally work as whores, we’re going to need a lot of help to make our voices heard. We need all the sex workers (such…
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