Finding connections

I wonder if others would find it odd that my attitudes toward sex work often relate to my experiences as a janitor. I’ve drawn parallels before between people saying that prostitutes sell their bodies and the wear and tear on my own body doing manual labor. Mine was my back, not my dick, but so what. Earlier today I was talking with the woman that cleans the building where I work. We’ve had big events in here the last couple of days, one of which brought the campus bigwigs over to our humble facility. Because of these, she’s been busting her ass not only getting the place clean, but dealing with authority figures constantly sticking their noses in to tell her what hasn’t been done right. I told her that the college where I worked that we weren’t even supposed to be seen if there was something like a board meeting going on. Oh, we had to have the place spotless for the bigwigs, but god forbid they have to actually see the poor people who wipe their asses for them.

So then this afternoon, with this still on my mind, Ren writes this:

Prop K did not making trafficking legal. Prop K did not make the sexual abuse, rape, or exploitation of minors legal. Those things are and would have remained illegal. Prop K would not have ended sex worker outreach or exit programs. Yet those were the arguments you used to shoot down Prop K. You worried about your precious neighborhoods, which apparently mean more to you than the lives of sex workers and prostituted people. You used the lives and stories of the very people you then threw to the lions to make your case and defeat something that would have meant so much to all of us, even those of us who live in places where things like Prop K are just a fanciful dream.

Your exit programs and assistance- for those who even want such things- includes arrests, jail time and criminal records, which are so helpful when trying to find a legitimate job. Your concern includes relegating these people to the shadows, after all, if you don’t see them in your little neighborhoods they don’t exist, right? Your vote has insured these people do not have the same rights and protections that you do; they do not have the same status as human beings as you do.

Yeah, my experiences didn’t involve the same level of danger or of dehumanization. But I know all about being told you don’t matter. I know about being forced into invisibility until someone wants something from you. Why does this matter so much to me? Because if those experiences affected me so much without the threat of attack, or rape and murder, then how much more so can they affect those who San Francisco just threw under a bus in the name of property values?

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