#NotYourRescueProject

After seeing Guro onto his flight back home at Heathrow, I got myself some breakfast and Bombay Sapphire in the Three Bells. As I ate, I idly wondered how Screwdriver Smith’s getting on in prison. He’s currently serving a 35-year sentence for a string of killings, apparently committed with some kind of short bladed weapon.

Being the social media-savvy chap I am, I looked him up. I don’t know if Screws has Internet access in Belmarsh, but he’ll be happy to know his business empire is doing great! I found one of his employees, Manish, on Twitter:

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I haven’t seen Manish or heard anything from him in ages, so I’m glad to see he’s alright! I was worried about him, after Screws had him roughed up for making a mistake and not ordering enough CS gas and stun guns for him. Well, judging by his Twitter bio, his English has clearly improved a lot in the few months since then, so hopefully it won’t happen again.

And Screws must have promoted him pretty fast, he certainly didn’t smoke cigars when I last saw him. 🤑

Good for him!
😊

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I absolutely love that hashtag too: #NotYourRescueProject! What a great rallying cry for our industry!

People often criticise me for being privileged and unrepresentative of the violence industry overall, but Manish is a person of colour and used to operate at a much lower rank than me (he was Screws’s bagman, last I heard), and his Twitter says he loves his job.

So I’m very happy to be able to use him as an example to shut down criticism! ^_^ As he requested in his bio, I’ll leave him alone and not bother checking up on him. I’m such a good ally to him.

Parliament’s inquiry into the sex industry is misguided and one-sided

Today I am very happy and validated, because I found a rare article in the liberal news media that actually supports the sexualised violence industry: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2017/oct/26/pop-up-brothels-inquiry-one-sided-sex-workers-criminalisation-nordic-model Yay! ^_^

“An investigation into “pop-up brothels” – short-term lets in which people sell sex – was launched by the all-party parliamentary group on prostitution on Monday…
From its outset the inquiry has distanced itself from the living,
breathing people who sell sex. The UK’s estimated 80,000 sex workers are
reduced to “prostituted women”, their work seen solely as “commercial sexual exploitation”. There seems little room for nuance.”

How dare the government reduce empowered, independent sex workers to mere victims or survivors? Suggesting that any of us suffer violence or don’t consent to our careers is offensive! I love my job, and no amount of trafficking victims and their lived experience can ever erase that.

“The UK desperately needs further inquiries into the sex industry. We
need to know the extent to which austerity is driving women into
prostitution, we need to look honestly at whether immigration policies
create the conditions for trafficking. There is a still a huge gap in
knowledge around the basic makeup of the industry; we need statistics on
who works, where they work, and how.”

Weeell, that’s maybe going a bit too far. How are we supposed to celebrate everyone’s free choice to enter the industry if we investigate whether or not some people are forced into it by poverty or trafficking? (And anyway, how would it affect me? I don’t care whether or not other people are forced into it, that’s their problem.)

In fact, the inquiry’s terms of reference indicate that it is interested
only in “pop-up brothels”, in particular those run by criminal gangs.

That’s better. If we’re interested in finding out about pimping or trafficking, we shouldn’t be looking into criminal gangs. I used to work for a so-called “criminal gang”, and I consented to everything we did! Apart from a couple of times when Sid “The Snake” made me do a hit that we hadn’t agreed on

By narrowing the goalposts of who will be deemed representative of the
industry, the parliamentary group has ensured the vast majority of
workers are silenced.

See? The vast majority of workers don’t work in pop-up brothels or for criminal gangs! I don’t know when this research was done (given the huge gap in knowledge around the basic makeup of the industry) but it’s good to know.

Sex workers don’t use the cringeworthy, hipster term “pop-up brothel”,
but working from short-term lets is common. Either independently or for
managers, sex workers travel for work.

The author is a good ally. I’m always pleased to see the correct language being used, “manager” instead of “pimp” or “handler”, and “sex worker” instead of “trafficking victim” or “stranglewank hitman”.

“Pop-up brothels”, in as much as they exist, are so demonstrably an
effect of criminalisation, this inquiry has already shot itself in the
foot.

This is exactly the reason I have to keep moving to new safehouses, to avoid arrest and prosecution for committing murders. And my clients are always having to pay off or avoid the police, to stop them arresting them for hiring me! Clients who pay for murders, and clients who pay for sex under economic coercion, should be decriminalised!

That exploitation happens in sex work is disputed by no one, least of all sex workers. And danger only increases when people are unable to work from a stable base.

Not to judge our clients or anything; they’re perfectly nice people who shouldn’t be criminalised. But yes, sometimes they do try to “silence” me, or threaten to break my legs if I don’t do a job for them, or refuse to pay me. That still doesn’t mean they deserve to be criminalised though! Really, to blame any one group of people in particular for the danger and exploitation would be wrong. I wouldn’t want anyone to think badly of our clients, managers or agencies. (Though if you’re going to blame someone, blame the mean, bitchy, dried-up old “feminists” who want to send those nice people to prison!)

Worryingly, the parliamentary group has not made links with any
sex-worker-led organisations, and no current sex workers have been
included in framing the initial terms of reference.

I’ve been saying this for a long time now. If someone’s not currently involved in the industry, they have no stake in the issue, since it doesn’t affect them any more. Being a sex worker doesn’t cause any lasting harm, so why should it still affect them?

Each member is strongly in favour of criminalisation in the form of the Nordic model – in which anyone paying for sex is a criminal, and sex workers bodies’ become, by definition, scenes of a crime. This despite sex-worker-led organisations around the world
criticising the approach. The Nordic model adds another layer of
criminalisation to the transaction – so anyone who supports it supports
criminalisation.

Emphasis mine. If you support criminalising me and my clients, you support criminalising my targets! I’m sure everyone agrees it would be ridiculous to criminalise a murder victim, so why would you criminalise me for committing it or my clients for hiring me? Same goes for all crimes, you can’t criminalise the perpetrator without criminalising the victim. That’s just how the legal system works.

We need balance not bigotry. Not one member of the parliamentary group
will be affected by the results of this inquiry, but thousands of sex
workers will. Why, yet again, are so many being excluded?

Well, fortunately, I frequent many of the same clubs as Members of Parliament and drink in the same bars, so hopefully I’ll be able to influence them a bit!
😉 

And if any sex workers want to criminalise their clients (e.g. workers who are trafficked or economically coerced or addicted to drugs or underage), perhaps they could also write a nice article for The Guardian, or use their influence and contacts to put both sides of the issue to the government.

Thank-you for your allyship!
🤗

I’ll do my best to influence the government to support decriminalising our lovely clients!

It’s 2017 and I’m STILL having to explain my work

So my old Yakuza friend Guro Kagaisha was in town to launder some money through the London property market. So we met up and went for a drink, and he said, “Hey Gaspar, remind me what it is you do again?”
“Well, Guro,” said I, “I’m a sex worker specialising in extreme breath play.”
“Oh, yeah, I remember now, you’re a stranglewank hitman,” said he, not very politically correctly, I might add. “So, let me ask you this: do you guys actually give the target a handbeezy or just make it look like you did?”

I was seriously grumpy at that point. It is not my job to educate Guro or anybody, but on this one occasion I said, “buy me a treble Langley’s and a packet of sea salt and balsamic vinegar Kettle Chips and I shall consider doing the emotional labour for you”.

Anyway, as I said to Guro after he’d bought me the required compensation for my emotional labour: I do not “actually give the target a handbeezy”, no. Nor do I make it look as though I did. I choke the target to death, and then I make it look as though the target did it to himself/herself/xorself by accident during a sexual misadventure. The only sexual aspect to it is when I arrange the body post-mortem and put the corpse’s own hand down his/her/xer chinos.

“So,” said Guro, taking a sip of his whisky, “you don’t really do any sex shit then?”
“No, Guro, I do not really do any sex shit,” I sighed.
“So you’re not a sex worker, then, are you?”

Well, I had had just about enough of his gatekeeping, invalidating bullshit by then. How dare he challenge my status as a sex worker?

I AM a sex worker. Sure, I’m not actually selling sex or exposing myself in any way, but what I am selling is the fantasy of erotic asphyxiation. I sell that fantasy to the target’s contacts, and to the police. And that gives me an interest in the industry and the right to speak over people who don’t have inside knowledge about the industry (e.g. former sex workers, survivors, trafficking victims who aren’t involved in it any more and hence have no stake in the issue whatsoever, people still in the industry who don’t want to be there, and people who disagree with me about full legalisation of the sexual violence industry).

Anyway, fortunately, Guro is very good at self-crit. When he was a hitbaby and made a mistake on a job, he even cut off bits of his fingers as part of his self-critting for his boss! What a great ally! ^_^  So he said a big sorry to me and we hung around outside Bank-Monument station for a bit, where he bought me a few grams of coke as compensation for hurting my feelings and invalidating my identity.

So now we’re friends again! 🙂 We’re going to spend the rest of his visit buying houses, planning how to get revenge on Dmitry for poisoning me with polonium (even if it did result in my super edgy new trendsetting fashionqueering haircut), and I’ll introduce him to my pet pigs. Should be a nice relaxing week.