A lot of things have changed in my life in the past year or so, and foremost among them is the abandonment of anonymity. Of course, my legal name isn’t known, but then that brings up absolutely nothing interesting on Google anyway (unless you get a secret thrill from perusing the public land records of largely-rural counties). But as Maggie McNeill I’m known and recognized, occasionally even in public, so it was really a bit naive to think I’d be able to maintain a separate escort persona for very long. I therefore recently decided (with the help of several sex worker activist friends) to abandon that second persona and just do everything – speaking, writing and whoring – as Maggie McNeill. My website logos, text and url have been changed, and I’m in the process of switching all my advertising accounts to “Maggie McNeill”. I’ve built up quite a reputation over the past five years, and it seems silly not to use it to attract clients; I’d rather monetize my work in that way, indirectly, rather than by polluting this website with a bunch of ugly blinking, flashing, jumping, wriggling banner ads offering “free” sex with “horny housewives” and “barely legal nymphos”. In these times of aggressive “end demand” pogroms, that reputation may prove a vital lifeline to nervous clients; when a gentleman calls me there will be no doubt in his mind that I’m the real deal rather than a honey trap, and a referral from me should be good with the majority of escorts in any English-speaking country. Of course, my high-profile name may also attract unwanted attention of the dangerous kind, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take; I’m sure you’ll understand if I’m especially diligent with my screening now. It’s also true that some potential clients will be turned off by many of the opinions and truths I’ve expressed here; frankly, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone that insecure anyhow. So drop me a line, guys; little Maggie’s back in the saddle again, and this time she ain’t even wearin’ a mask.
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The sacred whore may have largely ceased to exist in the mundane world of matter, but she still exists in the human unconscious. And in the West, it has pleased her for a number of centuries now to work under the stage name Mary Magdalene. – “Magdalene’s Day”
Today is the feast day of St. Mary Magdalene, who was almost certainly not a whore; however, as I’ve explained before, that hardly matters. Most people raised in the Christian tradition think of her as the patroness of whores, and that’s more important than any official designation.
Some weeks are such a mixture of good and bad that it’s hard to decide which outweighed the other, especially when the good was so very good and the bad was so very bad. On the one hand I got to visit with one of my favorite gentlemen, attend an excellent party, spend an evening with Kaytlin Bailey and serve as emcee for the Sex Worker Appreciation Day comedy & variety show, which was a great success; I’m also preparing for my first visit home since February. But on Sunday morning, Grace called to tell me by beloved kitty Friday (whose “stage name” on this blog was “Nancy”) had suddenly fallen ill; by 2 PM she was gone. I suspect the culprit is a virulent parasite spread by ticks which took one of our outside cats last year; it races through their little bodies and kills in hours or days, and there is as yet no cure. I know that she had a good and happy life, that she was loved and cared for; I know that her death was mercifully swift, and that many pets and humans die long, slow, agonizing deaths that take months or years. I know that death comes to all of us, great and small, and that I’m generally very philosophical about it. But I also know that for all of my hard-as-nails demeanor, razor-sharp wit and iron logic, I’m still a soft-hearted woman with overdeveloped maternal instincts, and that it’s incredibly painful for me to lose someone I love …even if that someone lacks the gift of speech. And the fact that I wasn’t there to hold her at the end, or to somehow prevent this from happening, makes it all that much worse; so did having to tell Matt, who loved her at least as much as I did and probably more. Yes, I’ll be fine; I’m a big girl and nobody involved in Sunday’s show even guessed that I was grieving inside, because whores are experts in feigning moods. But just the same, I really wish my happiness didn’t always have to be mixed with pain and sorrow.
There have been a lot of top-notch activists visiting Seattle lately! The first week of the month Maxine Doogan was here; we didn’t get as much time to hang out with one another as I would’ve liked, but we did get two short visits (the first time we’ve met in person). She talked about ESPLERP’s lawsuit to decriminalize prostitution in California, and a few other things that are going on; I’m looking forward to the next time I can sit down with her, though of course there’s email and phone until then. Almost as soon as she was gone, Tara Burns arrived; Mistress Matisse and I took turns lodging her, and we spent a lot of time together (when one or the other of us wasn’t occupied). Given that in addition to that I had work, writing and helping someone near and dear to move this week, you can probably guess I was pretty exhausted by Sunday night; between 9 AM Thursday and 3 AM Monday I got roughly 12 hours of sleep altogether (though part of that was a small but lovely party). And given that the week was so hectic, I guess it’s not really a huge surprise that nobody thought of taking pictures of Tara, Matisse & I together. Well, next time; she’s promised not to be a stranger and this is the closest major lower-48 city to her home in Alaska. In the meantime, enjoy this pic she took of me modeling some lovely gloves Abby May gave me. This week promises to be nearly as hectic; our show is Sunday and Kaytlin Bailey will be staying with me, then the following week I’ll be preparing for my trip to Oklahoma. If you’d like to see me while I’m on the road, please let me know ASAP; I’m departing on the 24th so everything needs to be planned by then.
All in all, I think I can safely declare this blog a success. – Maggie McNeill
When I started this blog five years ago today, I had no idea it would go this far. Certainly I hoped it would become popular, maybe even very popular, but my success has exceeded anything I could have expected in even my most sanguine moods. Over 1800 posts, 94 assorted pages, over 44,000 comments, about 1200 subscribers and nearly 6000 Twitter followers, and 3.8 million page views from all over the world. I’ve also seen my work published in Cato Unbound, Reason and the Washington Post, and have done so many interviews, speaking engagements, consultations and other such work that I’ve completely lost count. My name is widely recognized in the demimonde and in sex-positive and libertarian circles, and lots of people treat me as an (admittedly minor) celebrity; last year my readers even demonstrated their love and generosity by financing a three-month book tour for me! That tour opened up a whole new world for me, relaunched my sex work career and resulted in my moving to Seattle, so I’d like to express my thanks in some concrete way. Starting tonight at midnight PDT (7:00 UTC tomorrow) the Kindle edition of my book, Ladies of the Night, goes on sale for 99¢; 24 hours later it will increase to $1.99, and 24 hours after that to $2.99, where it will stay from now on. So if you haven’t read it yet, now’s your chance! And if you have, please review the book and tweet about the sale. Thanks to all of you for making the past five years an amazing experience for me, and I’m looking forward to at least another five!
Last week’s big story was the attempt to shut down Backpage made by Tom Dart, sheriff of Cook County, Illinois (i.e. Chicago) and accomplice to Swanee Hunt in her unceasing endeavors to torture whores and clients. Since Backpage has broken no laws, every lawsuit against it has failed; Dart simply circumvented due process by convincing credit card processors to stop processing payments to the company (just as federal “authorities” cut off funding to Wikileaks). Backpage responded by making adult ads free for the time being, thus thumbing its collective nose at Dart and the other opportunists who were pretending that his grandstand play would magically shut sex workers down. But even had the company not done so, it was still possible to pay for ads via bitcoin; several tech-savvy sex workers and allies have been giving advice on how to use it, and because of that I may have finally succeeded in learning how to use it myself (I’ve been attempting to arrange that since last summer). In the next few days I should be adding a button to allow donations via bitcoin, but if you don’t have any fear not; I still take them via PayPal and Square.
One last note: due to an extended visit with a friend over the previous weekend, I won’t be stopping in Denver on the way out, but rather in Casper, Wyoming instead. I’ll still be in Wichita on the 28th, and will return via Denver in August.
I know I was busy last week, but if you asked me to tell you what I did I would mostly draw a blank. Oh, I worked some and wrote some and helped friends some, but it was for the most part composed of such a host of little things that none of them actually stood out…except for Wednesday night, which was one of those lovely multi-hour duos in which everything goes just perfectly and one retires later with a deep sense of satisfaction and the feeling that all is right in one’s world. On Sunday Jae and I rode on her motorcycle with Dykes on Bikes at the front of Seattle’ Pride parade; we then walked back along the route and marched all the way again with SWOP Seattle. After that we floated about all afternoon with friends and went home tired and happy. I would’ve loved to post a picture of Jae & I on the bike, but she vetoed the ones I didn’t veto until there were none left for me to use; I therefore went with this one of me with a friend (who shall remain nameless) who decided to go to Pridefest in drag. And though my friend is a great guy and an ally to sex workers, this shot kind of symbolizes what Pride has become; it’s gone from a counterculture celebration thumbing its nose at The Establishment, to an Establishment celebration welcoming “respectable”, monogamous, vanilla gay folk with straight jobs to the big table while largely excluding all the queers who still deserve the name (including trans people, kinky folk and polyamorists) and actively ignoring sex workers. So yeah, Pride is pretty fake and commercial now, but I enjoy Christmas despite its commercialization as well. And now that picket-fence gay people have their state-approved marriage, perhaps they’ll no longer be able to put off the other sexual minorities they’ve been throwing under the bus for the last decade and a half.