… If I were a Writer…..
If I were a REAL writer I’d write about the iniquity I see daily. But if I did, I wouldn’t have the liberty to portray my subjects concerns first and foremost, would I? After all, a ‘real’ writer is one who gets paid, right? Such tripe as truth would shut a paper down lickety-split. Or would that be lickety-spit?
But I’m just an independent blogger, with no name, no following and no real care for saying anything I do not hold true.
OOF! If I had delusions of grandeur… but I do not. I simply want to quell those delusions that should not exist.
This week, personally, was amazing and pivotal, and mostly, I can’t write about it for reasons I (must) decline to discuss.
This, THIS pisses me off.
It pisses me off because the only reason I cannot write about this more in depth is that our culture is such that if I say too much, I could create LEGAL problems for someone (more than one, really) who has done NOTHING against the law. I’m surrounded by women (mostly women…) who have lost their (CHOSEN) work due to ‘certain allegations’. One of them gained ( tho I seriously doubt she would phrase it so )a certain amount of (mostly negative) publicity attempting to (I believe) raise money for the defense of people she believed were wrongly accused (and I do NOT intend to suggest the accusations were true.)
Never mind that the women I personally know involved in sex work CHOOSE it (including myself …. Oh the shock, the horror!!!!!!)
Forget that by declining to allow such women personal agency they FORCE the sex industry underground and thus FOSTER trafficking, despite intentions…
Pay attention people… IT IS in YOUR back yard. IT IS up to YOU to stop it.
Not kink, not sex work by consenting adults who MAKE THAT CHOICE…..
Trafficking! Which we lose sight of here ‘cuz we get so caught up in how ‘morally twisted’ a Dominatrix (never mind her client) is, and (rightly so) pissed at how the Dommes have been treated in recent years.
I’m angry, and I do NOT know what to do.
So, I am taking an ACTIVE voice. I consider myself in the ‘lucky’ category: I haven’t any need to hide.
No one chose me for this, I’m just jumping on the band wagon that calls to me. No one ‘doinked’ me and said I was special, meant anything…. I suppose it’s not SO surprising… my first job (beyond selling pizza.)
If I were a writer anyone read…
If I………
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