Some Handy Examples of How Non-Sex Working Feminists Can Aid in Critiquing the Sex Industry

Your women's studies prof: Class, do you think pornography enables male entitlement?
You: Well, according to this essay I read by someone who does porn, it doesn't make a lot of sense to just critique it as a piece of media + not a site + product of highly stigmatized labor. So, yes, it does, but that may largely be beside the point of where and how male violence occurs in relation to pornography.
That lady at your local NOW chapter: It is WRONG for men to purchase sex, therefore we must make it illegal.
You: I agree that capitalist conditions create coercive and abusive situations for those in the sex industry, but carceral solutions don't address that underlying issue.
Your younger sister: *points at a Maxim magazine cover* Isn't it wrong that there are all these sexualized pictures of women everywhere?
You: It's wrong that the male gaze is all-pervasive and our idea of the ideal woman is profoundly racist, sizeist, ableist, and cissexist. It's also wrong that these images exist within the context of a violent patriarchal culture, but the images themselves are not wrong.
Some rando in your ask box: How do we end the abuse of people in the sex industries?
You: Let me link you to this blog by sex workers advocating for workers' rights.
Your boyfriend: Why is there so much bad sex in porn?
You: Let me show you this essay on porn by a sex worker.
Your girlfriend: Stripping is exploitative.
You: Let me show you this academic article written by a stripper.
Your aunt: Dominatrices probably think they're empowered but really--
You: Here's a thing written by a sex worker.
Your grandpa: Prostitution--
You: Here's a thing written by a sex worker.
Your cat:
You: Good point, let me read you this issue of Prose & Lore out loud.
You: *signal boosts our words + shows up at rallies + emails legislators + gives orgs like Abeni + Sex Workers Project all your damn money*

endlesslywilting:

i don’t think i’ve crossed anything off the to do list i made for today but i did take these selfies

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Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

This is the coolest thing I’ve seen in a long time, and that includes the dinosaur bone on Mars.

Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

This is transcendental. 

THIS FUCKED ME UP FOR 3 DAYS

This is the coolest thing I’ve seen in a long time, and that includes the dinosaur bone on Mars.

(Source: stunningpicture, via josiehighroller)

"You can’t litter negativity everywhere then wonder why you have a trashy life."

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"toska [tohs-kah]"

(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”  (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)

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lazyiness:

isaaclikesdiary:

Okay so this one time, I snuck backstage at Christian Dior Haute Couture and was attempting to get into the makeup room to snap a few quick shots of the models, when Magdalena Frackowiak walked out, opened a window and lit up a cigarette. I leaned out the adjacent window, said, “Magdalena!” and snapped this shot. ON MY BLACKBERRY. She got the fright of her life. About six months later, I ran into her backstage at the Rag and Bone show at New York Fashion Week and asked her if she remembered me. She said no. So I showed her the picture on my Blackberry. She started laughing, gave me a giant hug, and told me that it was one of her favourite photos of all time and said it had gone everywhere, including magazines and blogs all over the world.
I was like, “I bet you say that to all the boys.”

Oh my god

lazyiness:

isaaclikesdiary:

Okay so this one time, I snuck backstage at Christian Dior Haute Couture and was attempting to get into the makeup room to snap a few quick shots of the models, when Magdalena Frackowiak walked out, opened a window and lit up a cigarette. I leaned out the adjacent window, said, “Magdalena!” and snapped this shot. ON MY BLACKBERRY. She got the fright of her life. About six months later, I ran into her backstage at the Rag and Bone show at New York Fashion Week and asked her if she remembered me. She said no. So I showed her the picture on my Blackberry. She started laughing, gave me a giant hug, and told me that it was one of her favourite photos of all time and said it had gone everywhere, including magazines and blogs all over the world.

I was like, “I bet you say that to all the boys.”

Oh my god

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missing-the-90s:

Probably one of the funniest show ever!!!!!!

wintersoldierfell:

ohhaiguise:

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Okay, but this movie wins the award for Best Use of Manpain, tho.

In any other movie, Raleigh would’ve spent 90 minutes being like MY PAIN IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR STUPID WAR, and instead, he snaps back into action as soon as he meets Mako. That’s awesome. But what floors me is that he uses his own grief to help Mako survive hers. He knows how awful it is to lose your family. He knows what she’s going through. And instead of whining or thinking his pain makes him entitled to opt out of his responsibilities, he empathizes with Mako, supports her, and encourages her.

Raleigh’s greatest strength is his compassion. And that’s the kind of male hero I’d like to see on my screen, please.

Plus, like, a bazillion more movies about Mako Mori.

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