Monday, December 22, 2008

Away for a week

My partner and I are about to embark on our annual Decemberween Obligatory Travelling Binge, where we spend almost as much time sitting on trains as we do actually catching up with family members we haven't seen all year. One day I plan to actually schedule enough time to appreciate the various bits of rural Australia we spend time in over the festive break. This time is not that time, as we're slotting Sydney, Bathurst, Goulbourn and Canberra into less than a week. At least we've kept it within NSW, and at least we don't have to do Penrith this year. I love my siblings, but I hate spending a December day in Penrith. It's like trying to host a pleasant BBQ inside a toaster oven.

At any rate, I won't be online much, if at all, for the next week. To any of you who have festivities of some form or another planned: drive safe, fuck safe, and try to keep the seasonal stress under control. For those of you who have no such plans: enjoy the peace, and remember that Aussie bottle-os are closed on Christmas day.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Sex Worker media that makes me happy

A short article on the International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers event in Sydney yesterday.

Sex worker media that enrages me

Wanna see an example of why the media makes sex workers angry?

A woman's been shot. She's still alive, but in hospital. The news article, however, doesn't spend much time talking about her. Instead it focusses on interviewing a taxi driver neighbour of his and publishing his venomously anti-sex-worker rants like they're somehow relevant.

The article quotes a policeman saying that the woman's potential identity as a sex worker has no relevance to the crime, and they don't actually know whether she is or not. And don't think it's a coincidence that she's Asian and recently arrived in Australia... every murdered Asian woman is a "potential sex worker" these days.

I'm so angry I'm shaking.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

10 Reasons to Oppose the Criminalisation of HIV Exposure or Transmission

Publication can be found here.

Concise, informative resource. Worth a read.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Death in the family

I just heard that the husband of my late Aunt, a great stepfather to her now-grown kids, passed away at the end of a long fight against melanoma.

I love this country of mine, but the Sun's a killer.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Bettie Page, talent, death and slightly out of context rants

I was reading this entry on Bettie Page's death at Echidne's, and left a few comments. Quite a while later, as more comments had been posted, I had something strange happen.

I've read a lot of posts on Bettie Page over the last two days, and some have really irked me. For some reason, a simple one line comment that contained very few of the things that were pissing me off prompted me to leave a massive comment of ranty doom there.

I'll reproduce it here:

There's a sentiment I'm seeing a lot of places that's really upsetting me, especially coming at the time of the woman's death. People keep making statements about how all she did was be pretty, about how the photos of her are just (potentially exploitative) shots of a photogenic woman in minimal clothing stuck in front of a camera.

Whatever your views on erotic photography or pin up modelling now OR fifty years ago, I really don't see why it's necessary to devalue a woman's work at the time of her death. What she was doing in those pictures? It's really hard. It takes talent, not just looks, as well as practice and pure hard work. At the time she was doing it? Photographic technology was nothing compared to what we have today, and the theory surrounding this new style of photography simply didn't exist yet. There was no massive body of decades of previous work to refer to. That early standard was set by talented women like Bettie Page and her colleagues. She's better compared to an actor working in a still frame environment than the current conception of modelling.

And those mental health issues, that many people who knew her or worked with her have since theorised were around when she was a young woman, rather than manifesting only when they became public knowledge? To be able to work past those mental health problems, get in front of the camera and act in such a convincing fashion, produce such brilliant and full of character images? Incredibly difficult. Maybe not the skill anyone would have wanted her to need, but still one that not all that many people ever develop. And damn hard work.

I guess I just feel strongly that the death of a woman who went through so much is a time for remembering her talents, her strength, the grand things about her... even if you didn't necessarily agree with what she did with them. It's not the time to criticise her work, downplay her skill, or (as I've seen elsewhere) use her to segue into lengthy criticisms of various pet topics.

Sorry, Echidne, your post certainly wasn't the only one that got this churning around in my brain, and I'm not intending to direct my cranky at the blogosphere in general specifically at you or any of your commenters... I was just posting here when it all came spilling onto the keyboard in rant form. Um. I'm just going to hit publish, qualify that I haven't slept yet, and back away slowly.


Entirely valid, I feel, but I'm not quite sure it was necessary or relevant to post it there. Oh, well. Can't Ctrl-Z the send button.

Street violence is a shitty end to a Saturday night

Tonight R and I headed to a party at a friends house. It was reasonably pleasant, there were drinks and pizza and cheese and great chats for many hours. Eventually we left, and myself, R, G and her partner headed to the main road to wait for a cab.

We had been standing there for a while when a rather drunk gentleman wandered up to us. We noted his presence but, judging him to be fairly non-threatening, pretty much ignored him. He milled around a bit, then staggered in the other direction for a while.

And that's where things got interesting. Next thing we knew, a car had pulled up and three young men spilled out of it and being to harass the older guy. They pulled him into a side street, and we heard shouts coming out of it. The older gentleman came out from the side street, clearly trying to get away from his pursuers. They chased him into the middle of the road, punched him until he fell over in the middle of the road, then stood around him kicking him while he curled up on the ground. This all happened in the path of oncoming traffic.

As soon as I saw him hit the ground, I was on the phone calling the cops. G and her partner ran off to get the license plate of the car containing the assailants, and I observed that as the attackers took off a different group of young men had gathered and helped the fallen gentleman to his feet. We headed over to see if he was OK, and ended up sticking around to give statements to the cops and see the old fella into an ambulance. The group of young dudes helped with communication (they were Tongan, as was the older guy) and generally made things a lot easier... but unfortunately also wanted us to verify for them that the attackers were "Lebs". We all saw that ending badly, and quite literally had not seen enough of them to identify them at all, so we provided our limited descriptions and stayed non-committal on everything else.

The older guy had copped a pretty serious beating, on top of being quite impressively tanked. By the time he finally stated that he wanted the ambos to take him to hospital, one of his eyes was swollen completely shut and the cuts on his face were puffed up and angry looking. He had several spots of blood of indeterminate origin on his chest, and his drunken/head injury confusion had escalated to the point where he kept losing his English speaking capacity (it was clearly his second language) and had to have one of the young Tongan blokes translate for him. I was actually very relieved to hear him say he'd like to go to hospital, as he'd previously been very against the idea. Drunken head injuries aren't the kind of thing you fuck around with!

Once he was safely settled into the ambulance and the cops had what they needed from us (I still HATE giving them my details!) we headed home. For some reason I'm still not feeling chilled out enough to sleep. :/

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Fashion and clothing quiz, nicked from Natalia

Name an item of clothing that has been with you the longest:

I have a long, flowy, black velvet gothic dress that hasn't fit me for years. It doesn't have a snowflakes chance of hell in doing up over my breasts, and it hasn't been my style in over ten years. But I keep it, because my father bought it for me when I was thirteen. It's one of very few "things" my Dad ever bought for me. I imagine it will stay in my cupboard for quite some time.

What’s an article of clothing that you can’t live without (BESIDES jeans, people)?

Stripey socks. I really don't know what I'd do without them.

Describe your perfect winter & summer footwear:

Winter: Knee-high boots, flat sole, preferably black with something interesting about them.
Summer: Chunky Mary Janes that look just as good worn with knee-high stripey socks as they do with ruffly ankle socks.

What’s a good, ethical clothing brand you’d recommend?

I'm not really a brand person, and usually have no idea what brand the item of clothing I'm wearing is. Most clothing that really deserves a "brand" is out of my price range anyway.

That said, Bird Textiles are an Aussie ethical clothing brand who make some absolutely beautiful clothes. I can't afford anything they make, but I've been lusting after them for a while. I've heard good things about their quality.

And what’s a brand you wouldn’t recommend?

As I said, I'm really not familiar enough with brands to have developed a hatred of one of them.

What’s the ugliest trend of all time?

I don't know about "of all time", but my two biggest hates are Polo shirts with popped collars and The Mullet.

And the prettiest?

To me?

I admit the inherent sociological problems, but I can't deny my weakness.

What colors predominate in your wardrobe?

Black and red. Then purple.

What are your vintage shopping strategies (if you have them)?

While I like buying things, I don't deal well with shopping at all. Vintage stores are out, and I very occasionally pop into op shops. I'm a big ebayer, and I run a clothing swap and sell every few months at the Queer Space I'm involved in. That's been really successful every time it's run.

What’s the most insane piece of clothing that you have ever owned?

Between my work, my circus performance, and my own quirky taste, I own some bloody ridiculous pieces of clothing. And I love them all :)

If you could describe the majority of the clothes you own in one word, what would it be?

Dramatic!

Monday, December 08, 2008

WhoreCon08

A few weeks ago, I attended and helped co-ordinate the biggest sex worker gathering in Australia. It's held in a different Australian state every year, to draw attention to local sex worker issues and to enable the greatest number of sex workers to attend. The three days of the forum are sex-worker only, a pre-requisite that is very strictly adhered to. All speakers, presenters, attendees... everyone... is a current or former sex worker.

It was... amazing. It's taken me until now to manage to write about the experience on my personal LJ, and as I don't really want to go through all of that again, I'm posting an edited version here.



DAY ONE:

So the first bit was pretty inevitable: I was late to the airport and nearly missed the plane. I imagine that would not have gone down well with Whore Central, but I do kind of excel at being late to shit. I scuttled on with moments to spare and we flew out of Sydney... and into some pretty dramatic turbulence and shitty weather in Brisbane. Seriously, I have new respect for anyone who performs "goth", "high femme" or any other makeup-heavy identity in that humidity. It's hideous!

First night basically involved making sure people were in the correct rooms and nothing had gone horribly wrong, chattering excitedly with fellow Sydney-arrivals, and trying to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Then it was up and in to the venue to set up and make with the delegating. I do like being able to tell people what to do with a reasonable expectation that they will follow my instructions!

We had a basic orientation and explanation of things like sex-worker-only space, then got into the reports from our Member Organisations about all the things they've been doing over the past year. Some of those stories were amazing and inspiring... there's some damn good work being done by and for sex workers in various chunks of this country, and some of those organisations are doing some incredible shit with very finite resources.

Later in the day, we had a round table discussion on the use of the net and social networking sites as a means of sex worker organisation and activism, which I of course got a little over-excited about. The discussion naturally featured a lot of rather scary sounding warnings on keeping your identity, information and text/image content reasonably safe, but a few of us also emphasised how useful blogging, the net, and online sex worker rights based interactions have been for us. I was asked by quite a few people if they could contact me via email for some further tips and links. I'm looking forward to spreading my favourite reading material and discussion sites to some people who are hoping to overcome their hesitance regarding the internet!

Day one concluded with a really overwhelming presentation by the Touching Base people on all the phenomenal work they've been doing recently on sexuality and disability. I'm not 100% certain how much of their presentation was expected to remain confidential, so I'll (reluctantly!) stay on the safe side and simply say you should all check out their website. You'll almost certainly be hearing more about what they're achieving and pushing for in the near future.

There was a later session on Sex Worker Control of Sex Worker Organisations, but I sat it out. I had dinner, and a great evening of chats and giggles with an amazing bunch of energised, excited sex workers. Something I've noticed is that, with a few notable and beloved exceptions, those of my friends who are keen on hearing about my work seem to be divided into those who care about the politics and activism but don't want the icky or disturbing details about what I actually do at work, and those more voyeuristic friends who love hearing about the oddities of daily Dungeon life but start glazing over a little when I launch into diatribes about the politics. Being surrounded by such a huge quotient of people who are passionate about the politics and the global sex workers rights movement AND who can swap sex work stories with me about actual clients and actual activities was a really powerful and encouraging experience.

DAY TWO

I crawled out of bed at eight AM on day two, which may well be the first time I've ever done so after an evening that involved wine and ranting. We got the hall set up quickly, everyone who showed up was on time, and we launched straight into the first workshop... which unexpectedly turned out to be the one that would produce the over-riding theme to the entire forum. The workshop was entitled Peers in Sex Worker Services: Pros and Cons of peers vs non-peers in various role, and good god it stirred up some emotions. Unsurprisingly (to most of us there, at least) the overwhelming preference of the room full of sex workers was to have sex worker organisations and services staffed entirely by sex workers. The fun happened when the presenter started down a Devil's Advocate path and began to oh-so-innocently enquire why this would be so.

The discussion prompted by that went on for a while, until it was firmly sat on it's ass by someone turning it around and asking why the hell we WOULDN'T staff those orgs with sex workers. The conversation prompted by that query (including a few people being quickly and effectively corrected as to their misconceptions regarding the skills possessed by the "average sex worker") went down a path I found much more satisfying, and the discussion ended on a firm, united note of pro-peer control of sex worker orgs and services by almost everyone present. Woven throughout this discussion was a second thread of dissatisfaction with certain services ostensibly presented as "for sex workers", particularly those driven by those with an anti-sex-work agenda who don't want the involvement of happy, healthy, not-fitting-that-agenda sex workers. Of the entire three days, this was the bit I found myself wishing was public!

Anyway! We carried the invigoration of that session into the next, which was a fun and informal "interactive discussion". Basically, it was a group of sex workers doing what a group of sex workers do best: informal peer education, skill sharing, demonstrations and tricks of the trade. People shared their various safe sex tips (including me demonstrating "glove dam", which I really must put online), workers posed questions and made suggestions. It was, as always, hilarious, informative and immensely valuable.

After we broke for morning tea, we were treated to a presentation on some of the most important work the Whoreganisation has done in the past year. The National Needs Assessment of Sex Workers Living with HIV (PDF) is the culmination of a year long project driven by HIV positive sex workers in an attempt to update the body of information that currently exists about this dually-marginalised group, and to ultimately inform policy and legislation that affects them. The project officer who steered the needs assessment gave us a presentation on the process and on the report, and as usual got people thinking and discussing something that's a bit of a taboo in both sex worker circles and HIV positive support circles. I cannot even begin to describe how much admiration I have for this man. His passion and his determination to change the motherfucking world is AMAZING... more on that later.

Anyone who's even remotely interested in sex worker rights or sex worker issues in Australia should read that report, incidentally. ;)

After the needs analysis presentation wrapped up, we left the forum hall and headed to the second venue for the National Symposium, which is the segment of the National Forum that's open to the public. Two panels had been put together, one focussing on domestic sex worker issues with an emphasis on those affecting Queensland sex workers, and the other focussing on international sex worker issues and featuring speakers discussing migrant sex workers from Asia and the Pacific as well as a guest speaker from the USA who managed to fit an impressively thorough summary of recent events in the US sex workers rights movement into her ten minute speech! Both panels presented to a mixed audience that contained representatives of everything from HIV/AIDS organisations to the Australian Federal Police.

The evening "social" event was fucking hilarious. We had various attendees put on fantastic performances, ranging from comedy to a particularly sexy bellydance routine. Finally, a lad visiting from San Francisco whom I'd met the previous day stood up to present some monologues. The first was interesting, especially when he began to get his kit off. The second was... familiar. He got about two paragraphs in and it hit me: I'd heard it before. Turns out I'd been reading this lads blog on and off for a few months now. The internet is a TINY place sometimes!

The highlight of the evening was the WOTYs. The "Whore Of The Year" award was started at last year's national forum, and is presented according to a vote carried out in the preceding months. For something supposed to be an exercise in fun and flamboyance, it got quite emotional when the winner was declared to be the aforementioned project officer on the HIV positive sex worker needs analysis. The gaudy trophy and sash suddenly seemed to mean a whole lot more when that guy stood up and received them, along with the riotous applause and appreciation for his work, activism and general awesome-ness. I had to hide behind my wine glass myself to preserve the impression of my generally gruff exterior.

DAY THREE

The AGM was held first thing the next morning. It was naturally the driest part of the forum, and I was quite happy to be sitting on the door, hiding behind my sunglasses and observing. By which I mean trying to ignore my most unprofessional glimmers of hangover and fatigue.

That fortunately cleared up after morning tea, and we went into a workshop on the Whoreganisation's Strategic Plan. This is specifically assessed at the AGM, as it gives our membership their best opportunity to voice the direction they want the Whoreganisation to take in the upcoming years. The announcement that we've met 80% of the goals set in the Strategic Plan three years ago drew impressed applause, and seemed to motivate people into contributing to the following discussion quite enthusiastically.

We broke for lunch, and I have to admit I was pleased to wave goodbye to our caterer for the last time. He was a nice enough fellow, but not so good with the organisational skills. I'd spent precious patience spoons explaining just why it wasn't appropriate for him to show up and cook there, but "sex worker only safe space" seemed to go over his head.

After lunch we had a presentation on sex trafficking and migrant sex work, which has been the really big media issue over the past year. The presentation and discussion was interesting, focussing on visa accessibility, the nature and reality of work contracts, and the impact on migrant sex workers of the Federal sex slavery/trafficking legislation. Having attended the Globali$ed Sex Work forum earlier in the year and worked on several resources and publications on migrant sex work throughout my time with the Whoreganisation, there was little in the actual presentation that I hadn't heard before, but the discussion afterwards raised some interesting issues that weren't so familiar. The differences between the Australian states as migrant sex work destinations was raised, and I found the following discussion fascinating.

The next workshop was one of fun and impracticality: what we want to do for the Whoreganisation's 20th birthday next year! A lot of the suggestions tied into next year's forum, and were duly noted by long-suffering, very ready to stop thinking about the damn forum Me. Amongst the others, however, were the fabulous suggestion of a documentary and some online video content! The National Symposium this year was recorded and webcast this year for the first time, so we have a convenient launching point for any future web broadcasting we choose to do. People were throwing ideas thick and fast at that one, from new worker training and sex work skill sharing to vlogging on relevant issues, to converting some of the stacks and stacks of historical sex worker activist material in our archives and putting it online. I can't wait to see what comes out of that particular suggestion!

Finally, we broke into some small groups with the aim of having a variety of discussions. The skill share group, however, proved to be immensely popular, and slowly absorbed the other groups into it. We ended up having a big new worker training session, aimed at being useful not only to workers relatively new to the industry, but to those sex workers involved in peer education and support roles in sex worker organisations. It was fantastic! We had a couple of people who hadn't really drawn attention to themselves during the previous days feel quite comfortable getting up and demonstrating a useful position, giving a "cheat" tip, or chiming in on a discussion about preferred safe sex methods and products.

The evaluation discussion flew past, and suddenly it was over! People were helping me pack up the hall and networking amongst themselves, then sorting out rides to the airport, and the place was all of a sudden bizarrely empty. I made sure everything was packed up, and that all packages needing to go back to Sydney had been allocated to someone heading in that direction, then grabbed a lift back to the hotel.

Where I promptly fell on a bed and didn't move for a while.

It was a really epic, emotional, inspiring three days. I was blown away by all the shit being achieved on a state and local level by the sex workers around the country who the Whoreganisation advocates for on a national level. The passion with which sex workers argued for peer involvement and control in their organisations (and they are, ultimately, OURS) made a powerful statement of its own, as did the general disgust with which everyone spoke of Sheila Fucking Jeffreys and the various Australian non-peer orgs who seek to make our decisions for us, usually whilst flatly rejecting our input and ignoring the fact that they aren't offering what sex workers want. It made me feel really warm inside to see sex workers from all over the country sharing skills and stories, and listening to reports of stuff going on in this country and abroad that they may not otherwise have heard... and to realise both that I played a big part in getting this happening this year, and that that made me part of an awe-inspiring history of sex worker activism, and work by the Whoreganisation specifically.

Wow! Epic post!