All because it’s carnival time
Well, it’s carnival time
Well it’s carnival time
Everybody’s having fun. - Al Johnson, “Carnival Time”
As I’ve written before, “even though today isn’t a holiday for most of you, it will always be one for me,” and though I don’t live in the city any longer I always try to avoid going anyplace on Fat Tuesday (in French, Mardi Gras) because it’s just too weird seeing everything open and everyone acting as though it isn’t a holiday. See, even though the occasion’s rationale is strictly Catholic (it’s the last day one can eat, drink and be merry before the solemn season of Lent begins tomorrow, Ash Wednesday), the actual celebration is purely pagan and comes down in a direct line from the Babylonian Zagmuk by way of Saturnalia and medieval Twelfth Night celebrations. The mock king who was sacrificed in the true king’s place became for centuries the Lord of Misrule, then eventually a mock king again…wearing raiment made to last one day and a cardboard crown, seated on a papier-mâché throne and dispensing plastic largesse to people who are not his subjects. That’s why it’s so funny to hear idiots babbling about the ribaldry and excess of carnival and attempting to shame women for baring their tits; the misbehavior is exactly the point, and the deities who preside over the festival are not those associated with Christianity, but rather the ancient pagan gods who, in New Orleans alone out of this whole grim, Puritanical country, have never fully relinquished their rule.
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A slave is one who waits for someone else to free him. - Rosellen Brown
Asian sex worker activists are my heroes; they are everything I wish American sex worker activists could be. Here in the US, we let the media run so absolutely wild in spreading the prohibitionists’ poisonous lies that the few of us who do speak up almost seem like proof of the prohibitionist myth that we are “unrepresentative”. But when they use that same asinine strategy on Asian sex workers, it merely makes them look foolish: consider, for example, Nicholas Kristof’s claim that all 65,000 members of DMSC are “pimps”; it made him look like a clown rather than a savior, and has not exactly entered into the prohibitionist arsenal of slurs as he might have liked. Read that number again: sixty-five thousand. And Durbar is only one of many such organizations in India: SANGRAM, VAMP and others are so numerous and so influential that if it were not for the vast resources pumped into the country by American prohibitionists I have no doubt they would have achieved decriminalization long ago. Sex worker organizations in Thailand, Cambodia and South Korea are equally formidable, and like India wouldn’t suffer nearly the level of criminalization and police abuse that they do were it not for the flood of American money and busybodies pouring into them via both governmental and non-governmental channels. Yet unlike sex workers in the US, they refuse to take this abuse lying down, crawling into the shadows to cry like whipped dogs; on the contrary, they band together to fight all the harder, holding massive demonstrations and press conferences, doing their own studies to counter rescue industry mythmaking, and otherwise acting in their own defense instead of waiting for someone else to “save” them as all too many American sex workers are wont to do. It’s terribly ironic: the people whom prohibitionists characterize as most in need of “rescue” are actually those least in need of it.
That’s why I am glad to see today, Sex Worker Rights Day, finally beginning to gain the attention it deserves; you see, it is the only one of the “big three” sex worker observances with an Asian origin:
[Sex Worker Rights Day]…originated in India in 2001 as a festival organized by the sex worker rights organization Durbar Mahila Samanwaya Committee, and attended by 25,000 sex workers despite efforts from prohibitionist groups who tried to prevent it by pressuring the government to revoke their permit. In celebration of their victory over those who wish to criminalize and marginalize sex workers, DMSC proposed it as an annual, international event the following year: “We felt strongly that that we should have a day what need to be observed by the sex workers community globally…Knowing the usual response of international bodies and views of academicians and intellectuals of the 1st world (many of them consider that sex workers of third world are different from 1st world and can’t take their decision) a call coming from a third world country would be more appropriate at this juncture, we believe. It will be a great pleasure to us if all of you observe the day in your own countries too…”
Though the day caught on fairly rapidly in Asia and Africa, it was still virtually unrecognized in Europe and North America in 2008, and only barely recognized the first time I wrote about it in 2011. But it’s quickly gained ground since then; by 2012 a number of Westerners were writing about it online, and last year it seemed to get even more attention than Whores’ Day. As I wrote in my column for the latter occasion, “The sex worker rights movement was born in the West, but it has come of age in the East and South, and it is their example which is most heartening to those of us struggling under the near-constant persecution of our profession in the United States.” While it’s true that the movement in Australia and New Zealand has succeeded in winning the best conditions for sex workers, those activists didn’t have to contend with the racism, colonialism and blatant interventionism against which Asian sex workers must struggle for every tiny gain; furthermore, they’ve succeeded in moving forward while Europe has been trapped in a dramatic backslide. That’s why I’m proud to hold them up as an inspiration for Western activists, and to do my small part in promoting a celebration which they created.
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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! – Thomas Hood
Regular readers know that I’m fond of holidays; I believe that rituals are important, and holidays help to give the year structure (especially in these modern times when so many are isolated from the natural ebb and flow of the seasons). But as careful readers may have already surmised, I do not really care for Valentine’s Day. Even as a child, it struck me as a rather odd kind of celebration; even the symbolism associated with it always seemed weird to me, and that’s no less true now than it was then. Though I do like getting cards expressing sincere affection, the sort of sentiment touted by valentines is the polar opposite of sincerity. And while I appreciate good puns, those which infest Valentines are never good. And then there are the presents; it seems to me that most people believe the first rule of Valentine gift-giving is to get the recipient something she would never buy for herself, and the more expensive the better. Chocolates are not figure-friendly, and if a man got me roses at the dramatically-inflated price florists demand for this one day when he wasn’t in the habit of getting them for me at times when they were priced more reasonably, I always felt as though he was doing it not because he wanted to, but because he thought he had to. As I wrote last year,
An obligatory “gift” of a certain expected value which must be presented at a certain time in order to retain a woman’s sexual favors is not a love offering, but rather a whore’s fee. And while I obviously have absolutely nothing against that, I prefer for it to be an honest and consensual arrangement mutually agreed upon by two adults, rather than a coercive charade designed to mask the transactional nature of a sexual relationship.
Some of you may name me a cynic, and you would be correct. But don’t make the mistake of thinking that it was harlotry which so made me; I was already thinking about this in high school. I have nothing against sincere romantic expression, but surely (as today’s epigram implies) that isn’t something limited to a specific day.
There’s one other thing which makes Valentine’s Day different from all other holidays in my mind: while all the others are inclusive, this one is exclusive. Holidays are times for friends, families and others to gather and celebrate together, but Valentine’s Day festivities (except, perhaps, for polyamorists) are exactly the opposite. Lovers tend to seek every available excuse to be alone together anyway; it hardly seems necessary to set aside a special day for that, especially one on which the show is celebrated above the substance.
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Posted in Holidays, tagged anecdote, holidays, paganism on February 2, 2014 |
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Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter’s pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year’s ill,
And prayer to purify the new year’s will. - Helen Hunt Jackson, “February”
Though in some climes spring may indeed start to appear soon after this day, it is almost never true in the center of North America; here February is often the coldest part of the winter, and where I live it’s often our snowiest month. So it matters little what any groundhog or other sacred animal supposedly predicts; here, there are still six weeks left of winter, even if it’s a mild one. I’m a little shy of predicting one way or the other this year; though I have a much better record than the famous Pennsylvania rodent (about 70% accuracy to his 39%), I was wrong last year and this winter’s weather has been so weird I’m not sure what to think. Ah, well, que sera, sera; it’s not like we make long-term plans based on such predictions anyhow. Since I’m not a farmer, early spring has no particular charm for me; though it is my second-favorite season after autumn, I’m content to let it come when it comes (unlike autumn, which I’m always happy to see arrive early). In these parts, winter is trickier than summer; though summer rarely makes a surprise reappearance after autumn has arrived, winter barges back in during early spring so often that I have come to expect it. And though I like winter better than summer, there is nothing I dislike more than a rude and unwelcome cold snap in April, just in time to kill the new flowers. Better for the spring to gather her strength and wait to make her debut when she’s good and ready, than to rush things and leave herself vulnerable to winter’s inability to make a punctual exit.
A happy Candlemas to you, dear readers, and Blessed Be!
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I refuse to replace perfectly good words with ugly, cumbersome, polysyllabic abortions which are designed to obscure the truth with a cloak of vagueness, or to clutter good English sentences with a host of qualifiers, de-intensifiers, weasel-words and apologetics intended to sap the strength of the text like a school of lampreys attached to a shark. - “New Year’s Day”
January of 2011 was a transitional month for this blog. I was still only writing a little in advance, and an unexpected event like an illness could leave me flat-footed; hence the rather disorganized “What’s the Buzz?” (in which I clearly state that I’m still manually posting columns rather than scheduling them, a practice I didn’t start until August 1st of that year). “Gilda” was one of the last biographies of someone I knew personally, and “Hello, Dolly!” the last of a non-harlot in the harlotography slot; other than the still-undeveloped way I was organizing the miscellanea columns (“January Miscellanea”, “January Updates” and “Holiday Leftovers”) and the absence of some features that came along later, the blog otherwise looked much like it does today. As I mentioned last month, most of the columns from this period even read like my current style, and several (notably “Welcome To Our World”) are frequently linked in TW3 columns.
This month also marked the first appearance of a number of people and things that would later become regular topics. “Dog Bites Man”, “Social Autoimmune Disorder” and “Harm Reduction” introduced concepts I would revisit often, as did “Creating Criminals” (universal criminality); then “Doublethink”, “Grow the Hell Up!” and “Convenient and Inconvenient Victims” all looked at the trend toward redefining whores as victims. And though I had looked at “sex trafficking” hysteria before, there were several landmarks: “Acting and Activism” saw the first appearance of “trafficking” buffoons Mira Sorvino, Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher; “A Manufactured War” was my first attack on CNN, “Aggressive Ignorance” my first full-scale mockery of rescue industry organizations, and “Numerology” my first full-scale debunking of the numerical myths. The latter column also provided my first huge surge in traffic when Radley Balko linked it on The Agitator a week later. The post still draws quite a few visitors, but not as many as my expose on “Ashley Madison”, which is my second-most-viewed post of all time.
Of course, there were already some regular features by this time; besides “January Q & A” and a fictional interlude (“The Specialist”), there were the miscellanea and harlotography columns. The month’s holidays were “New Year’s Day”, “Twelfth Night” and “King Day”, and though “January Second” isn’t a holiday, it got its own column nonetheless. Rounding out the month were “The Cold, Grey Light of Dawn” (in which the truth begins to dawn on some prohibitionist sympathizers); “Born, Not Made” (could there be a “hooker gene”?); “Walking Stereotype Sues Whore” (self-explanatory); “Shifting the Blame” (“authorities” pretend Long Island killings are the fault of someone other than the murderer); and “Wild Guessing” (a two-part vivisection of yet another ersatz prohibitionist “study”).
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‘Twas Christmas broach’d the mightiest ale;
‘Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man’s heart through half the year. - Sir Walter Scott, Marmion
¡Feliz Día de Los Reyes! In other words, Buona Epifania! Or, S Roždestvom! Which is to say, Melkam Gena! In the English-speaking world yesterday was the last of the twelve days of Christmas, and last night was Twelfth Night, on which Yuletide gives way to Carnival; in these hasty modern times, most of those countries were done with Christmas days ago, rushing it out practically before it had found itself a comfortable seat. But in other parts of the world, the best part of the holiday has only just arrived. For those traditionally-Christian countries which use the Gregorian calendar, today is the feast of the Epiphany, on which the Magi were supposed to have visited the infant Jesus; it is thus also called “King Day”, and in the Middle Ages was the day on which presents were exchanged in deference to that belief. But while the gift-giving shifted back to Christmas Day in most of Christendom, Italy and Spain retained the King Day tradition, and it is still the custom in both countries and all over Spain’s former empire. Children in those countries awoke this morning to discover that Los Tres Reyes (The Three Kings), or in Italy the good witch Befana, left them presents during the night. But in countries whose churches stubbornly refused the Gregorian calendar, today is only December 24th (liturgically speaking), and tomorrow is Christmas Day. In Russia it’s even more complicated, because the officially-atheist Soviet Union switched the winter celebration to New Year’s Day; different families might be visited by Grandfather Frost on the night of December 24th, December 31st or January 6th. But whether today is for you the beginning of the Christmas festival, or the end of it, or the first day of Carnival (which ends this year on March 4th), or just another work day, may it hold many gifts for you.
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Posted in Current Events, Links, Miscellaneous, Music, Tyranny, tagged animals, California, censorship, consensual crime, cops, drugs, Florida, holidays, hysteria, imaginative fiction, internet, New Jersey, New Orleans, New York, North Carolina, Oklahoma, paganism, politicians, South Africa, statistics, surveillance, teachers, Things We Choose To Do Together, United Kingdom, video, Washington (state), Wisconsin, witchcraft on January 5, 2014 |
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Given practical verifiability concerns, only time travelers from the future were investigated. - Robert J. Nemiroff and Teresa Wilson
Today is the 12th day of Christmas, so tonight is Twelfth Night, the traditional occasion for tomfoolery. So though we only have one last Christmas item this time (the first video, courtesy of Jesse Walker), the number of truly weird ones is appropriate for the holiday. The first four below were contributed by Popehat, the second video by Rick Horowitz and the links between the videos by Radley Balko (“safety” & “funny”), Mike Riggs (“together” & “blinded”), Kevin Wilson (“time travel”), Nun Ya (“poop”), Ed Krayewski (“bizarre” & “photos”), Cop Block (“parking”), Clarissa (“totalitarian”), Grace (“Bohemian Rhapsody”), and Brooke Magnanti (“overcriminalization”).
From the Archives
- Cops, comets, China, censorship, farting, spiders, doodling, quinoa, apocalypses, obituaries, pigeons and grinches.
- If prohibitionists really want to “rescue” sex workers, why do they keep trying to stop us from getting other jobs?
- French politicians aim to create a “more tolerant, inclusive society” by being intolerant and exclusive.
- Pearl-clutching Brits are shocked to discover young women doing exactly what they’ve always done.
- With Friends Like Radio Netherlands, sex workers don’t need enemies.
- Previous columns for New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day & Twelfth Night.
- New York video helpfully explains that a law doesn’t say what it says.
- Prohibitionist French politician pronounces free speech “dangerous”.
- For those who think only women have unrealistic body-image issues.
- Members of the mainstream media are slowly beginning to wake up.
- A prediction of the future and collapse of “sex trafficking” hysteria.
- Prosecutors never hesitate when there’s political coin to be made.
- The Red Umbrella Fund, a grant source governed by sex workers.
- Houston cops and journalists steal Christmas toys from children.
- Michael Roth shows just how easily false memories are formed.
- Burmese journalists are much freer than their US counterparts.
- Cops trash escort’s home after she reports an abusive stalker.
- Los Angeles tries to fight AHF one last time before rolling over.
- Take especial note of the un-ironic use of the word “rescue”.
- New York schemes to turn cab drivers into “sex traffickers”.
- The highly dishonorable Prime Liar of Japan is at it again.
- Wonder Woman gives herself a breast self-examination.
- Spain accuses 17 people of “trafficking” via black magic.
- This woman takes the term “cougar” much too literally.
- Miranda Kane on selling comedy vs. selling sex.
- Another Brazilian woman auctions her virginity.
- Politician accuses rape victim of prostitution.
- Short profiles of student sex workers.
- Flute of Sand & Crisis and Leviathan.
- Marc Antony’s first mistress.
- Previously asked questions.
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Posted in Perception, Philosophy, Tyranny, tagged adolescence, censorship, consensual crime, holidays, law, left-right myth, nanny state, prohibitionist myths, slavery, surveillance, universal criminality on January 1, 2014 |
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Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. - Brooks Atkinson
Change, as I have written many times before, is a good thing. This is not to say that all changes are good; rather, it means that it’s good for things to be able to change. A world without death is a world without growth; a world without decay is one without development. And a world where societies cannot descend into tyranny is one where new and better societies cannot be built. Far too many Westerners are so afraid of possibility of negative change that they eagerly abase themselves before anyone who (falsely) promises to protect them from it, and are willing to destroy their children’s ability to cope with reality by subjecting them to vain and perverse efforts to permanently lock them into a state of ignorance and immaturity. As I wrote in “With Folded Hands”:
In the ‘40s, the watchword was “victory”. In the ’60s, it was “freedom”. But by the ’90s, it had degenerated into “safety”. Americans once recognized that there are some things worth dying for; now we encase our children in bubble-wrap and cry like little girls at the slightest risk. Our great-grandparents dared unknown frontiers, while we sit in our playpens content to watch the world go by on television…People aren’t like this naturally; most of us are born with a yearning to explore the world, a zest for adventure and a thirst for knowledge, but these are ground out of children in factory schools, frightened out of them by “authorities” trying to create a race of docile, frightened sheep and squeezed out of them by overprotective parents who imagine “child traffickers” and “sexual predators” around every corner…
Every new prohibition, every new nanny-state ban, every war on free choice (and in recent years, even free speech) is justified by the same thing: Safety, the bloated parasite-goddess whom fools continue to worship despite her total inability to deliver on her promises. In the past, civilizations died in blood and fire; ours is slowly suffocating in billions of tons of cotton wool. Nor are the overlords satisfied with “protecting” us from real, if exaggerated dangers such as accidents, ill-health and crime; no, they also have to invent mythical dangers like “sex trafficking”, and will continue to do so until every possible human behavior is bound by laws and regulations, watched by the police and centrally-planned by politicians.
But the only thing which never changes is the fact that things change. What police/nanny states seek – total subjugation of all individuality and absolute control over all human activity – is not only undesirable, but impossible; it is no more possible to absolutely control humanity than it is to stop the flow of time itself. Furthermore, the very attempt must eventually destroy the government which makes it, like a machine pushed far beyond its design parameters. It’s already happening; growing numbers of young people reject the idea that “experts” and “authorities” either can or should direct their lives, and recognize both the so-called “left” and the so-called “right” as the statist charlatans they are. As the old “Baby Boomer” dinosaurs and their wishy-washy “Generation X” followers begin to die off, prohibitionist madness will begin to die with them. Just as restrictions on same-sex marriage are collapsing and restrictions on marijuana are starting to, so must all other restrictions on private, consensual behavior. Prior to a few centuries ago, almost nobody questioned that idea that one individual could own another; now that idea is universally rejected. And prior to a few decades ago, very few questioned that a collective could own an individual; now even the staunchest collectivists try to pretend that state control of individuals isn’t based in such ownership. The time is fast coming when collective ownership and control of individuals is as universally abhorrent to moral people as individual ownership and control of other individuals is now, and though most reading this are already too old to fully enjoy that world when it arrives, we can take comfort in the fact that our grandchildren are not.
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Posted in Current Events, Miscellaneous, Perception, Tyranny, tagged activism, agency denial, blogging, Canada, censorship, cops, dirty, disability, end demand, fantasy, holidays, hysteria, language, law, Madonna/whore, politicians, prohibitionist myths, rape, rescue industry, sex offender registry, sporting events, surveillance, Swedish model, violence vs. sex workers, yellow journalism on December 31, 2013 |
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. - Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And so another year has come and gone, the fourth since I started this blog. I’ve finally got things just about exactly the way I want them, so you probably won’t see a lot of change this year as you have for the last few; though I have made a few refinements in the way I organize my writing, that really isn’t something visible to y’all. Suffice it to say that I’m steadily giving myself more room for the sort of outside projects that I’m getting more offers for, and also for working on my second book (which I hope to have ready to launch by summer). One thing that definitely isn’t changing is the pattern of my holiday columns; as usual, New Year’s Eve means a retrospective of the year’s news.
From what I can see, we’re on course for the “sex trafficking” hysteria to end by 2017 as I predicted. This doesn’t mean that things are going to get steadily better now; in fact, it’s just the opposite. Though skepticism about the claims of “trafficking” fetishists is becoming much more common, both governments (it’s a versatile, albeit blunt, excuse for tyranny) and the rescue industry (it’s oh-so-profitable and provides work and validation for pathological liars) have a vested interest in keeping the panic going, and so the myth will grow ever more silly, bizarre, grandiose, ridiculous, specious, supernatural, impossible, dogmatic and self-contradictory until it implodes. One example of this fracturing is the way in which classic whore stigmatization and support for criminalization exist alongside of the “whore as pathetic victim” narrative, sometimes within the same article. Another is the way that while some states seem reluctant to embrace “Super Bowl sex trafficking” idiocy, others are so aroused by it they prematurely ejaculate their foolishness over a year in advance. Because the Swedish model dovetails perfectly with “sex trafficking” mythology, it’s no surprise that several countries with long histories of mistreating sex workers are considering it as an excuse for further oppression, especially since it’s known to increase violence against us. And though the United States isn’t about to decriminalize selling sex any time soon, “end demand” rhetoric provides a useful cover for hurting people in the name of “helping” them.
Of course, it’s not only whores who are under attack; anyone who dares to be sexual in any way (especially kinky ways) is a target, as is anything which can be portrayed, however implausibly, as having anything whatsoever to do with “children” (a category that now extends from conception to at least the age of twenty-one). Pregnant women’s rights are routinely violated, governments claim the right to invade people’s privacy on a microscopic level or censor the internet, and all of these actions are performed in the most mindlessly-violent way possible. Nor are the mainstream news media of any help whatsoever; they have become the handmaidens of the police state, defending monstrous tyrannies and mindlessly parroting official statements in articles larded with absurdly-Victorian language, packed with lurid, masturbatory “sex trafficking” fantasies and showering government functionaries in glowing, fetishized praise no matter how outrageous and morally indefensible their actions. So because they won’t do their jobs, I and others have to step into the breach by exposing lies and exploding myths; this year I debunked inflammatory nonsense about rape, the notion that criminalizing sex work deters coercion, the claim that the Swedish model reduces violence against sex workers, the idea that people who sell or buy sex are abnormal, and a whole host of prohibitionist lies.
Still, the news wasn’t all bad this year; besides the growing number of organizations supporting decriminalization, we’ve also seen a lot of positive coverage of disabled people hiring sex workers, victims of the Satanic Panic being exonerated, support for draconian “sex offender” restrictions eroding, sex workers mobilizing to fight criminalization, and the Canadian Supreme Court striking down arbitrary laws against sex work. Many people are awakening to the fact that sex workers are routinely denied human rights, and though the progress is maddeningly slow it is the nature of these things to take time. Year by year, we move closer to the day when the majority recognizes that it’s never OK to oppress any minority, and that those who condone such oppression of others are paving the way for their own.
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It’s good to know that the Finns are so healthy that University Hospital has nothing more important to do than speculate on the menstrual irregularities of plastic dolls. - ”Barbie“
By December, I was finally beginning to hit my stride. Not only had I mostly settled into a routine that made writing and posting easier, I had also found the tone I wanted: while several of the columns for October and many of those for November read like my current work, I would say most of those for December do. Indeed, I sometimes refer back to some of these and say to myself, “Wow, is this one really that old?” There are a few relics which mark this as an early month, such as the gossipy narrative style of the two-part “Bits and Pieces” (an experimental type I used only a few more times after that); however, I am mostly pretty happy with the way most of these came out. That’s more than some others could say, however; three of these columns (“Courtesan Denial”, “For the Record” and “Criticism and Response”) are either partly or wholly responses to harsh criticisms of earlier columns, two by people who I am told still bad-mouth me at every available opportunity.
Even at this early stage, I could have done my news columns on a weekly basis rather than a monthly one, though it would be another year before I finally decided to do that; “December Updates” was supplemented not only by the aforementioned “Bits and Pieces”, but also by “Ho, Ho, Ho!” Three other columns (“O, Canada!”, “Liar, Liar” and “It’s a Start”) were based on news items, and many others were of the news/essay hybrid type which are so common on the blog nowadays: “Not So Different” (on sugar babies), “Ban the Super Bowl!” (comparing the “gypsy whores” myth to the old “abuse bowl” one), “Lack of Evidence” (the truly ridiculous things cops claim constitute “evidence of prostitution”), “The Swedish Pimpocracy” (Sweden, rape and Julian Assange), and the two-part “The Slave-Whore Fantasy” (containing my first mention of Nicholas Kristof) all fall into this category. There were two columns which debunked prohibitionist lies: “Mecca” for the notion that decriminalization results in an increase in the number of whores, and “Bad Jobs” for the one that sex work is the worst, most degrading of jobs. The “Q & A” column was a regular feature by this point, the harlotography was “Madame de Pompadour”, and the fictional interlude was “Christmas Belle”.
The latter was only one of many holiday-related columns. Of course there were “Yule”, “Christmas Eve”, “Christmas”, “Boxing Day” and “New Year’s Eve” (which contains the amusing idea that I would start taking a couple of days off a week). But in addition to those, I wrote about the “Yuletide” season in general, told y’all what “Barbie” and “Saint Nicholas” have to do with whores, honored the old Roman festival of Larentalia with a discussion of “Whore Goddesses”, and explained why “The Red Umbrella” has become the symbol for sex worker rights in my very first column for December 17th.
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