Ava Adore

Obs: Terminology: Sex Worker.

Not all sex workers are strippers. Not all strippers are sex workers.

Some in the industry joke that the only people who deny strippers are sex workers are the strippers. With a feminist mind, I ask you to examine that statement, that joke. That the butt of the joke lies in a woman’s ability—or seeming ‘disability’—to know what she is. To ‘know her place.’ To make her own self-aware decisions.

I resent being told I live in a fallacy bubble because I don’t identify as a sex worker. I sell sexuality—not sex. I am no more a sex worker as only a stripper than your usual actor, musician, model; those professions who also sell sexuality, sensuality. Elvis, Jimmy Hendrix, Marilyn Monroe, Angelina Jolie, Adriana Lima…

Would you call the Victoria’s Secret Angels sex workers?

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Obs: Unify the Dichotomy

Big words, but I did warn you I’d start being thoughtful again soon. In this post, I highlight an exchange on Ginger’s blog: I want to point out that I support both of these people, however, the exchange highlights some problematic feminist thinking.

Someone just said something about not being able to watch your movies after becoming an online “friend/follower.” I have to say, that I agree with him, and here’s my thoughts why:

We feel like we know you better. You’ve become a person to us. A person who has amazing thoughts and problems (I just wanna find your stalker and beat the living shit outta him), and you’ve moved beyond “damn, she’s hot and nekkid!” to somebody we’d like to know and respect as a person.

I understand the niceness of the intent of that comment, but this runs directly counter-productive to writing about being a stripper (etc) at all. ‘Become’ a person? The goal is that we are always people: we want to be recognized that way off and on stage.

It is intensely problematic, this dichotomy: respected woman/sex worker.

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