July 2011
If I choose to make porn (which I am choosing to do, incidentally), or if I choose to be an escort (which I did, once upon a time), I am not ‘selling myself’. I am not for sale. My body, my mind, my personality… these things are not for sale. What is for sale, is the option to look at my body, or interact with it. If I fuck somebody, or somebody takes a naked picture of me, I’m not losing any part of myself. No part of me has been taken in exchange for cash, just an image. If you take a photo in an art gallery, nobody’s going to accuse you of stealing the art work. If you touch a statue, and walk away from it, you’re not taking part of it with you. It’s the same for my body. If you see it, or touch it, no part of me is lost, no part of what makes me who I am is changed.
And then we come to the assumption that I’m ‘degrading’ myself in some manner by banging people for cash. Well, I’m not. I felt more degraded working minimum wage in McDonalds than I ever do when I’m taking naked photos to put online, or when I fuck random people for free (yeah, I’m a big ol’ slut, your point?) or when I’m signing up to do a screen test with a porn company. No branch of sex work or or sex as a hobby seems to be capable of making me feel degraded. And if I don’t feel degraded, then you don’t get to tell me I feel degraded, because you are not in possession of a greater understanding of my emotions than I am.
Your judgments on sex workers are contributing to the lack of safety evident in the mainstream porn industry, they are contributing to a continued ban on prostitution, making the lives of sex workers really fucking unsafe in many circumstances. By judging sex workers, you are contributing to a system that means if a sex worker is raped, nobody cares. If a prostitute is murdered, it takes about 5 more killed before the police bother to investigate. Whether you judge sex workers as bad people or as objects of pity, you’re harming us.
Do not tell me what I am allowed to use my body for and how I am supposed to feel when I go outside of that.
Eric Ward (via queerdesi)
Every single time. (And that “crazy” isn’t just an offhand word, it’s always crucial to the rhetoric to make sure the violent white person(s) can be at least vaguely described as such, to establish mental instability as the source of their actions.)
I can’t decide what the funniest thing about that video is
- the girl trying to scream but failing because she has no mouth and you can see the skin stretching where it should be
- the fact that the mud blob thing has her face and it is doing a little dance
- the way it’s arms elongate and grab her like a sort of warped mister tickle
- the fact that she then turns into a gingerbread man, eats herself, and declares in a cockney accent (bearing in mind this film is set in Germany) “I taste good!”
- the way Lena Headey manages to look absolutely deadly serious about the entire thing
Oh gosh, this is such a hard question! I love Hermione, obviously, but I think that is because we get the most of her. I also have very strong feelings about Cho and Lavender. With them, and actually with all of the girls, it’s very much a case of loving headcanon and things I’ve read in fic, because they were all shamefully underused in the actual books and sidelined to make way for the boys’ stories. We don’t really know enough about any of them. Therefore I kind of just love them all because I feel very protective of them and want them to be so much more. But I would say Hermione is my favourite, as ultimately she is easier to get to know than the rest. I understand her best.
I love this question :)