- By the power of Loophole, Australia has its first legally recognised same-sex married couple. I heard about this a little while ago, but it wasn't until I read about it in LOTL the other day that I realised the women in question are known to me! I worked with Abrams many moons ago, and while I doubt she'll ever stumble across this post, I will still post an enormous CONGRATULATIONS!! This is awesome news on so many levels... good on you both!
- I was interviewed the other day at Sydney Uni by a young woman putting together a research project on the interaction between sex workers, social workers, and everyone else. She had some interesting questions and perspectives, and has put admirable broadness into the cross-section of the sex industry she's examining. She did include some questions on the radical feminist/other feminist division when it comes to perspectives of sex work, but still kept her questions and statements entirely neutral. I'm looking forward to updates on the project, and I'll blog more about it when I get them. EDIT: I also forgot to acknowledge something significant: I was paid for my time.
- Yet another of my female friends has been in a situation I would call "rape" and she called "her own fault". I'm just so enraged and exhausted that it keeps happening. I don't know what else I can do.
- This blog entry rocks.
Meh. More later. It's been a big couple of weeks.
To begin with, I had a psychotic episode. The first I've had in years. Debilitating, terrifying, potentially fatal.
It was the shortest episode I've ever had... about a week to be out of the dangerzone, two weeks turnaround total. Unheard of. I know most of it is simply that I'm stronger, I'm saner, and I'm healthier. Some of it is my amazing support network. Some is just luck.
You know what else helped and was awesome? The episode happened on a Thursday night. On Sunday I went to work. It wasn't great, but I managed... and unlike when I've tried to go to work with the crazies in the past, I still have a job.
It helped. It pushed me to get better, sooner. It stopped me wallowing. And I felt like I was a slightly ill functional human, rather than a pathetic mental patient.
This is a major reason why my job, my work, is good for me. I haven't really spoken about it on this blog, and I don't plan on turning Hexpletive into one of "those" blogs... but I had to tell this story. I'm sick of people like me being invisible in the debate over it.
I have a mental illness. I work in the sex industry.
Those two facts are not completely independent and never will be.
End rant. Hopefully I'll be back to blogging soon.
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