Welcome to the first Red Umbrella Diaries Blog Carnival! I haven’t decided yet which one I’ll read, but I’m going to perform and record one of the following stories at the July 1st event.
Stay tuned for the line-up of the the live Coworkers and Co-conspirators event happening in NYC on July 1!
The relationship between the busboy and dancers is ridiculous. The dancers make way more money than the busboy, who happens to be an undocumented immigrant. They send him out for smokes and dinners and pay him only for what he buys, and never bother tipping. It’s fucked up. One day he had a few drinks, and started telling me that he really liked me.
-”Work with me now..” from the blog Civil Undressed, by Mona
I’m not a prostitute, nor am I a porn star. That’s not exactly the truth; we’ve all done a little something for money, gifts, dinner, or a little bit of fame. I am however a naked model, an artist, writer, tarot reader, and a muse. I’ve come up with random schemes and ran with them. There was the topless tarot, the “Red Bettie” go-go dancing, and other random jobs that involved me taking off my clothes and collecting money.
I find no shame in sex work and never will. The people I have met through the industry have become some of my most cherished friends. They’ve taught me more about accepting my body and the wonders of photoshop than any other professional type out there.
-”Take Me Down, Build Me Up“, by Katelan Foisy
Working in the field of sex makes you lose your filter very quickly and the “sexy” because the hohum. While we aren’t sex workers, our organization serves thousands of people with contraception, STD tests/treatment and abortions. Sex consumes 80% of our work life, the remaining 20% is the usual: who forgot to reload paper in the copier, whose turn is it to buy coffee, and why doesn’t this conference call number work?
I oversee the staff who answers weekly sex questions on a blog and runs the social media of a reputable provider in reproductive health. Here are some samples of email exchanges that happen daily:“This week, anal sex is a priority. Chlamydia simply has to wait.”
“There is a burlesque show that wants us to hand out condoms. Who has bordello red lipstick and a Weimar Republic outfit?”
“Enough with the hets, already. It’s been, like, 3 weeks of breeder info.”
“Did everyone know extra-large condoms are just a gimmick? Why don’t you people tell me this stuff?”
“Vajazzeling, again?”
“Anyone recommend a music video that goes well with an STD post?”
“I know it is late, but can you squeeze in a sex toy review? I hate to even ask.”
“Anyone ever find the emergency contraception costume? We have an intern who is actually willing to wear it.”
“Wow. Did you guys know you can get custom cockrings that are diamond studded?”
“This post on bondage reads like instructions on how to scrub your kitchen sink. Can we please edit?”
“Did anyone else lick the cola flavored dental dam? Gross.”
-Naked Anarchist, about her work at a sexual health clinic
What is the “whore look”? It’s a look of disapproval mixed with snobbery and a twinge of sexual tension. The viewer thinks, “How sad. How dirty. How much for me? I’m cute. Free?” Vixen and Sera weren’t bothered; they were inspired. In the bathroom, drunk, giggling about “the whore look,” and noting their seemingly incompatible mirror images, they hatched their brainchild: “Mismatched Whores.”
-Sera Miles & Radical Vixen on “Mismatched Whores”
agency girl
cant you understand?
phone operator
LADY
aunt flo is
travelingMe and him
broke
up.I dont wanna fuck
today
I gottacoldsore,
the last guy,
sweaty,
the dirt bags
Creepsfungus
involved
and forcei am not a “party” girl.
careful
next time
you call
twist
a knife
get me on
schedule
might find
myself away
tocut
you
too.
-Anna Saini, blogging as Phyrecracker at Hersight
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