Favoured Strangers

NYC sex worker, queer activist and performance artist, writer. fierce femme & pancake maker.

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the only book in this dungeon is Dorothy Allison’s Bastard Out of Carolina.

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Hey! I wrote a personal essay for this podcast about how tricky it was for me to keep my public and private sex lives separate when I first started selling intimacy for money three years ago. It turned out both sexy and ‘bad taste in your mouth’ ‘leaveyoufeelingweird’, so please listen and let me know what you think. Also, btws, it’s in the middle but you should listen to the whole episode cause it’s bomb.

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That said, the muddiness of performing sexuality for pay and performing sexuality for fun has only amplified with time. This year was the first time I had a crush on a client (a graphic designer from Staten Island with a Joe Strummer tattoo, loll but also, babe) and the first year I realized I might want things like a long-term partners and babies and all that junk, which for me is a serious recalibration of my sexuality. It’s also the first year where I’ve started moving in professional and social circles where I don’t want to tell people what I do for cash. Lying fucking sucks and feeling like I have to lie to my new ‘profeshional journalist’ friends is making me realize how totally unsustainable this line of work is for me.

After a series of lacklustre personal  sexual encounters this year (and nail-gnashing, rage filling, professional ones where I’m just like ‘omg you are a pervert and I hate you and WHYDOYOUTHINKITWASOKTOSAYTHAT?’), I’ve decided that sex work is adversely affecting my ability to want and desire things and people for myself. So, I’m giving myself a two month (ie, cash-saving) deadline to stop working so I can start regrouping what I’m attracted to and what I’m not attracted to in my ‘real life.’ 

Oh, also, NY  makes me neggy and agrro and my work is totally adding to it hard. Half the time I don’t want to talk to anyone cause I assume they are all the worst type of creep. And 3/4s of NY’s charm is creepy weirdo strangers! So like, yeah, gtfo g.

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Four books by Frantz Fanon - Downloadable

  • The Wretched of the Earth. New York: Grove, 2004. Here it is.
  • Black Skin, White Masks. London: Pluto, 2008. Here it is.
  • A Dying Colonialism. New York, NY: Grove, 2007. Here it is.
  • Toward the African Revolution. New York, NY: Grove, 1994. Here it is.

If you haven’t read Fanon, now is the time. The zip file password is: archive.

I encourage the 3 followers I have to read these wonderful works.

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i think i saw a straight person once but it might have been lettuce 

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i love this visual so much! the context of the piece is very sad, but in general i often think of my lovers as filled with colorful candy and about to burst. 
andrewfishman:



Félix González-Torres, “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)”, 1991
The artist created a series of conceptual portraits of his lover, Ross Laycock.  Ross contracted AIDS in the 1980’s and died years later from AIDS-related illness.  This is my favorite; a reflection on both the wonderful personality and slow death of his partner.  
In practice, this takes the form of a 175-pound pile of individually wrapped pieces of candy.  When Ross was diagnosed with HIV, his doctor placed his ideal weight at 175 pounds, so this pile of candy is meant to symbolize his sweet personality and his weight.  Visitors to the gallery/museum are invited to each take and eat a piece of candy from the pile, taking a piece of Ross with them.  The candy pile therefore slowly dwindles, reflecting Ross’ weight loss and eventual death.  
However, González-Torres has also said that each pile should ideally be continually replenished, creating symbolic immortality for his beloved partner.  

i love this visual so much! the context of the piece is very sad, but in general i often think of my lovers as filled with colorful candy and about to burst. 

andrewfishman:

Félix González-Torres, “Untitled (Portrait of Ross in L.A.)”, 1991

The artist created a series of conceptual portraits of his lover, Ross Laycock.  Ross contracted AIDS in the 1980’s and died years later from AIDS-related illness.  This is my favorite; a reflection on both the wonderful personality and slow death of his partner.  

In practice, this takes the form of a 175-pound pile of individually wrapped pieces of candy.  When Ross was diagnosed with HIV, his doctor placed his ideal weight at 175 pounds, so this pile of candy is meant to symbolize his sweet personality and his weight.  Visitors to the gallery/museum are invited to each take and eat a piece of candy from the pile, taking a piece of Ross with them.  The candy pile therefore slowly dwindles, reflecting Ross’ weight loss and eventual death.  

However, González-Torres has also said that each pile should ideally be continually replenished, creating symbolic immortality for his beloved partner.  

hi folks please please please vote for head and hands

if you haven’t already. they’re just a couple of spots behind getting into the finalist round and there’s just 1 day left. it’s an amazing organization in montreal, one of the few places where youth can get many different kinds of support without having to face judgy people for not taking care of themselves ‘the right way’. winning this competition will help h&h get its street work program back (it was cut because of harper government austerity measures), which reaches out to street youth through a thoughtful and anti-oppressive approach. watch the video in the link if you aren’t convinced!

VOTE HERE:http://www.avivacommunityfund.org/ideas/acf16385

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