Anonymous said: Would you ever have sex with a fan?
Let’s say I was an author. The only way I could foreseeably collaborate with “a fan”, is if they also happened to be a writer. Maybe I know/met them through a group of friends; thought it’d be fun to work with them. The same goes for sex work, or at least does when it comes to me.
My work involves sex and it is quite public, yes, but keep in mind that the people I’m publicly having sex with are also getting paid to do such. Which, generally, brings about a collective respect and certain amount of understanding for one another.
This question isn’t rhetorical, and I m sure there’re multiple answers:
Why is it so easy/common to ask a sex worker if they’d have sex with “a fan”?
From my perspective, it’s really odd to be asked this. This question can be asked from a lot of places, and sometimes I worry that place isn’t anywhere near a place of respect and acknowledgment of my being so much more than a sex worker.
It’s dehumanizing. I’m more than my work, and, because sex still seems to have a very negative connotation, I feel the need to clarify: I am more than sex.
This literally makes no sense.
OKAY. OKAY. WHAT THE UNHOLY HELL. OH GOD I’M SO MAD. HANG ON LOOK, KEEP READING THIS AND I PROMISE I’LL BE MORE CALM.
In 2012, a 17-year-old boy named T.J. Lane killed three fellow classmates in a school shooting, and was sentenced to life in jail. But wait, that’s not the worst part. This kid pulled a few nasty stunts to really show how much of a pathetic monstrosity he is. In the courtroom during his trial, he took off his more formal clothing to reveal a white undershirt with the word “KILLER” crudely written on it. He was smiling and laughing while the case progressed through the day. And to top it off, when he was finally sentenced [to life in prison], he turned to the families of the victims he killed, and said, “This hand that pulled the trigger that killed your sons now masturbates to the memory. F—- all of you,” before flicking them off. As if this sick waste of human life couldn’t get any more disgusting.
AND NOW, FOR THE DAMN KICKER: This vile animal has somehow managed to fucking escape prison with a fellow inmate, and is currently on the run. I urge any and all of you to spread this info around and be fully aware of the tragedy this vermin has caused. He must be found and apprehended as soon as possible, and if I’ve made anyone more aware, I’ve helped this cause.
I WANT HIM OFF THE STREETS AND AWAY FROM EVERY OTHER HUMAN BEING. YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW INFURIATED I AM. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY OBSCENE LANGUAGE BUT I’M PISSED OFF AT THE AMERICAN JUSTICE SYSTEM AND THIS IS ONLY ANOTHER NAIL IN THE COFFIN.
he still breathing meanwhile Mike Brown is dead.
He is still breathing while thousands of innocent/unarmed/guiltless black people are deceased.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
Holy hell that’s a broken human being. He needs to get locked up ASAP.
The Quick Brown Fox Jumps Over the Lazy Dog.
I feel like I’ve been preparing for this image all my life.
The internet is over, everyone can go home
It’s just as beautiful as I always imagined.
My life is complete.
Life is over as we know it
“A lot of people just look and see skin color. I’ve actually had people ask me was I Black or was I White first. A White gentleman came up to me and said ‘I thought you might be White, but then I saw your lips.’ One girl said to me ‘I’ve been wanting to ask you this question, but I didn’t feel comfortable asking you because I thought that you might be offended, but are you Black or are you White?’ And I was just like, ‘Well, I’m always Black.’ When we were done with the meat of the conversation, she laughed and said something about my hair and my butt gave it away. People definitely let you know that they view being Black as being very literal – the amount of pigment you have. ‘Your skin is White, therefore you’re White. Or are you?’
— Sembene McFarland
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