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I ripped half my ribs from my body and made you from the dirt, my blood, my vomit, my bone.
hiii this is kioko I remade from the same url and yk the drill this is my new blog
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Sex workers should not be expected to defend the existence of sex work in order to have the right to do it free from harm. For many, if not the majority, of people who work for a living, our attitudes toward our work change over the course of our working lives, even over the course of each day on the job. The experiences of sex workers cannot be captured by corralling them onto either the exploited or the empowered side of the stage. Likewise there must be room for them to identify, publicly and collectively, what they wish to change about how they are treated as workers without being told that the only solution is for them to exit the industry. Their complaints about sex work shouldn’t be construed, as they often are, as evidence of sex workers’ desire to exit sex work. These complaints are common to all workers and shouldn’t be exceptional when they are made about sex work. As labor journalist Sarah Jaffe said of the struggles at her former job as a waitress, “No one ever wanted to save me from the restaurant industry.”

Melissa Gira Grant, Playing The Whore: The Work of Sex Work

In his head my brother was a little boy, helpless, when he thought of himself, so he didn’t understand that saying things like I have a black belt or I unlocked the gun case made him difficult, sometimes, to approach. He bumped into things or knocked things over because he hadn’t realized how big he had gotten. He was a little boy—we were both little boys—but I was in my forties, he was in his fifties.

richard siken, gun case

And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other.  They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay.  Clinging into one being. Indivisible.

idk im really tired of 15-17 year olds who have never interacted with the gay community irl and spend too much time on tiktok trying to act like the authority on all that is lgbt+ 

  mean this in the kindest possible way. if you are too young and unsafe to go to your gay community center or pride here’s some ways you can connect to gay history.

since it was suggested in the tags

if you found this list of resources helpful, i implore you to help the lgbt you see on this website. especially right now when things are so hard.