Great article here by Elena Jeffreys regarding the Swedish Laws which criminalise the clients of sex workers. As a sex worker, I wholly agree with Elena's stance on this issue. Sex work is a legitimate form of work, and sex workers deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. The Swedish model has failed to improve the conditions faced by working people, it is an abhorrent form of state intervention and sex workers, and their representative organisations, are demanding to see it thrown out.
Please take the time to read this article, you wont be dissapointed.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
I HATE STRAIGHT PEOPLE
I hate straight people who can't listen to queer anger without saying "hey, all straight people aren't like that. I'm straight too, you know," as if their egos don't get enough stroking or protection in this arrogant, heterosexist world. Why must we take care of them, in the midst of our just anger brought on by their fucked up society?! Why add the reassurance of "Of course, I don't mean you. You don't act that way." Let them figure out for themselves whether they deserve to be included in our anger.
But of course that would mean listening to our anger, which they almost never do. They deflect it, by saying "I'm not like that" or "Now look who's generalizing" or "You'll catch more flies with honey ... " or "If you focus on the negative you just give out more power" or "you're not the only one in the world who's suffering." They say "Don't yell at me, I'm on your side" or "I think you're overreacting" or "BOY, YOU'RE BITTER."
~ Anonymous Queers
But of course that would mean listening to our anger, which they almost never do. They deflect it, by saying "I'm not like that" or "Now look who's generalizing" or "You'll catch more flies with honey ... " or "If you focus on the negative you just give out more power" or "you're not the only one in the world who's suffering." They say "Don't yell at me, I'm on your side" or "I think you're overreacting" or "BOY, YOU'RE BITTER."
~ Anonymous Queers
Friday, December 17, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Eastbourne Ladies
You're always on your own, sitting on those seaside chairs on your own , everybody there just passes you by
Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear , no, I don't tell no lie
Your vested days are done now you know you're on the run, oh lady why why?
Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right back again
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
I think you need something new but you don't know just what to do , croquet on the lawn yet again
You smile at passing boys, you can't offer any joys, you don't understand young men
Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let's be frank, I want more than ten thousands pounds
I want everything you've got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I'm so poor now
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere
I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady ??
Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you're out of reach, I hope I don't bring you down
Everything special about you, your pearls, your jewels and your money too , oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now?
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run
Oh the darkness creeps around
Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me ??
As I watch you tottering round this town
Nobody there, nobody there to care, you're ??, who really cares
I'll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year
When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run
Overflows on your plate, you'd better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
~ Kevin Coyne "Eastbourne Ladies"
Nobody seems to care if you flash your underwear , no, I don't tell no lie
Your vested days are done now you know you're on the run, oh lady why why?
Your white and powdered face, you need some holy gr ace to pull yourself right back again
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
I think you need something new but you don't know just what to do , croquet on the lawn yet again
You smile at passing boys, you can't offer any joys, you don't understand young men
Got your money in the bank, money in the bank, now let's be frank, I want more than ten thousands pounds
I want everything you've got, I want the lot, give me give me give me give me all you got, oh help me, I need some, I'm so poor now
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
So I wander round the town looking into rooms for you up and down , I see you everywhere
I believe I have choice, I believe I made my choice, come here old lady ??
Fifty years upon the beach, you should be tanned by now, you're out of reach, I hope I don't bring you down
Everything special about you, your pearls, your jewels and your money too , oh do you wear a crown when you go to bed now?
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
So now the day is done, the sun disappears and it starts to run
Oh the darkness creeps around
Moonlight sings and moonlight dreams, nothing to see, you make me ??
As I watch you tottering round this town
Nobody there, nobody there to care, you're ??, who really cares
I'll hold you tight maybe, maybe for a year
When the day, the day is done, all my heart it starts to run
Overflows on your plate, you'd better eat it all, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eastbourne Ladies with your hair done up so nice
Eastbourne Ladies with your tea and lemon ice, lemon ice.
~ Kevin Coyne "Eastbourne Ladies"
Friday, August 28, 2009
"The heart of women's oppression is her childbearing and child-rearing roles...To assure the elimination of sexual classes requires the revolt of the underclass (women) and seizure of control of reproduction...so the end goal of the feminist revolution must be unlike that of the first feminist movement, not just the elimination of male privilege but of the sex distinction itself; genital differences between human beings would no longer matter."
~ Shulamith Firestone, 1970
~ Shulamith Firestone, 1970
Monday, June 29, 2009
these streets transit drinks to cut my eye
Moving again, running, anxious,
Late for change, kinda hurt,
Stuck, vague as dust,
With wages, holidays, sleep,
And holy suburban punk routines.
My friend, a bottle of wine,
Took my name down, under
A statue, bronzed, cold,
Of fallen soldiers.
The bus ride in,
Held to my chest. This is love.
I grabbed his slender neck
And left my body.
The jungle tried to swallow me.
Its no coincidence, walking westward,
Found a bar before midday.
Met a starry eyed john, who
Told me, with autonervous twitch,
"I like the vicious, hard cocks here.
Just last week punched my mouth,
Kissed his thigh.
You got time?"
Its not my hotel room.
Late for change, kinda hurt,
Stuck, vague as dust,
With wages, holidays, sleep,
And holy suburban punk routines.
My friend, a bottle of wine,
Took my name down, under
A statue, bronzed, cold,
Of fallen soldiers.
The bus ride in,
Held to my chest. This is love.
I grabbed his slender neck
And left my body.
The jungle tried to swallow me.
Its no coincidence, walking westward,
Found a bar before midday.
Met a starry eyed john, who
Told me, with autonervous twitch,
"I like the vicious, hard cocks here.
Just last week punched my mouth,
Kissed his thigh.
You got time?"
Its not my hotel room.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Three Drunk Love Poems
Waiting for your smile,
image at my side,
this is love.
Yes i'm sorry,
in your lap,
take me home.
Have whats left,
on the house...
Sitting drunken in a metal concrete fish waiting for this grrl i know cherry chocolate chilli and her cunt tastes so sweet.
You might only grasp
at this picture.
For you, i'm cheaply amused.
Its true.
But then even you,
with your prescriptive mouth
squaring box set analysis,
can appeal to this openminded sensor array.
Immersion.
Why not? Let this fluid,
this fluidity,
kiss you, touch your eye,
with new mornings.
Staying over/under anxious
at your parents house,
i'm lost against, trying to find my way, the family curtains.
The resident housecat makes a nest of my backpack.
Your dog kisses my feet.
The bed is an ocean,
our mouths conjoined rivers.
Your snored in your sleep, sounds kept me awake, dreaming till daybreak.
image at my side,
this is love.
Yes i'm sorry,
in your lap,
take me home.
Have whats left,
on the house...
Sitting drunken in a metal concrete fish waiting for this grrl i know cherry chocolate chilli and her cunt tastes so sweet.
You might only grasp
at this picture.
For you, i'm cheaply amused.
Its true.
But then even you,
with your prescriptive mouth
squaring box set analysis,
can appeal to this openminded sensor array.
Immersion.
Why not? Let this fluid,
this fluidity,
kiss you, touch your eye,
with new mornings.
Staying over/under anxious
at your parents house,
i'm lost against, trying to find my way, the family curtains.
The resident housecat makes a nest of my backpack.
Your dog kisses my feet.
The bed is an ocean,
our mouths conjoined rivers.
Your snored in your sleep, sounds kept me awake, dreaming till daybreak.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
capturing cammy the camo cam cunt
I gave my heart to a cam-girl,
She danced in and out of my dreams.
She wasted my time, while
I played with myself.
She was behind me,
Everytime she moved,
But the chemicals between us created
Sparks in my mirror image, as I
Turned caffeine into keystrokes.
The first night she didn’t appear online for a shift I nearly lost it altogether in a frenzy of cravings. The world started to shrink rapidly and I had to hide in my wooden wardrobe until morning. When I saw her again, she just smiled mischievously and made puppy-dog eyes at me, saying only that she was busy all night with a ‘client’ (“Just business baby!” she said she said). Must have been dinner with drinks I imagined the platonic scene. It took me a good six months to figure her for a sex worker…after all, why would such an amazingly beautiful women need to sell her body to get by? Surely there were other, less demeaning ways to get by…I put it down to regular sex kicks and a possible adrenaline addiction.
One night she took her clothes off for me,
In a private room,
While I fiendishly pumped my cock,
Some ten thousand kilometres away.
I didn’t tell her when I came…I didn’t want her to stop…
I knew that she loved me,
Even though she refused to say so…
I didn’t need her to.
I could do that for her…
She had my heart, she had me by the balls…
But I have her image,
And with this
She stepped into my visions,
She fell into my dreams.
Now my cam-girl no longer sits legs spread in her office at home;
Baring her hot flesh by the side of the sex industry superhighway.
But I don’t mind. She already belongs to me afterall…
Always brand-new / second-hand…
Ready for disassembling and reconstruction.
Now she’s here by my side,
Under my bed,
Writhing impaled,
Every night she tells me
That she loves me…
Even when the blindfold is on,
She moves around me like smoke.
For my eyes only and know one else can see…
AA 2666
untitled
How could you have known?
When we met
When we slept
That I had left
My other lovers
For myself…
How can I deny?
That it takes two hands
To destroy something
This beautiful…
The door was not locked.
You held my hand.
My hard cock, my heart, my dungeon,
(transient, awake, black)
fell into an open wound.
Separated once again alone,
We grew curiouser and curiouser…
AA 2666
When we met
When we slept
That I had left
My other lovers
For myself…
How can I deny?
That it takes two hands
To destroy something
This beautiful…
The door was not locked.
You held my hand.
My hard cock, my heart, my dungeon,
(transient, awake, black)
fell into an open wound.
Separated once again alone,
We grew curiouser and curiouser…
AA 2666
Monday, February 16, 2009
art/wjerk
you pay for some things others come for free kiss my fingers drinking my pee i'm all yours baby inside your pocket you can find a key you want me to beat on you? bash your boi pussy? punch your slack jaw? as long as we're both alive at my command the time is all yours you might not see my faceless core and theres no gurantees so you can bid for more just dont waste my time once i've laid down my laws...
AA February 2666
AA February 2666
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Ok maggots listen up! it looks like we're running four blogs mostly regular now so make sure you check em out...Now I'm gonna be as blunt and tasteless as i can here cause its 7.16am and i still havnt slept:
- http://lucienlaveylimited.blogspot.com/ --- SEXY KINKY DIRTY WHOREDOM
- http://audreyautonomy84.blogspot.com/ --- TRUTH LIES ACTION SIGNPOSTS
- http://punkpoetiks.blogspot.com/ --- PUNK POETICA MAD DREAMS
- http://buildingtunga.blogspot.com/ --- TUNGA CYBOIG CUT-UP DICE PROJECT
THE ORANGE FUR BEAST COMMANDS YOU!!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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"We want to make an internationally relevant Website where alternative/radical/disenfranchised queers can exchange information, network, organise, inspire and be inspired, self represent, challenge ourselves and each other, and learn about DIY ideas and ethics. We hope this site will convey the diversity of queer life, identity, and politics; provide visibility for a definition of queer that confounds and contradicts the limited representation of the 'normal'/consumerist model; and be an active tool for building community that recognises the differences in queerness globally."
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The International Union of Sex Workers
"We demand: * Decriminalisation of all aspects of sex work involving consenting adults. * The right to form and join professional associations or unions . . . "
mosh pit mind
burning it up curbside
climbing fences jumping at the stars
acid excitement turning over
cuts to the face
an elbow gone astray
collective ritual soundscapes
a temporary central intelligence
lift me up! step on my toes!
the pleasure is all ours
this cultural artifact has altered my perception
the blood, the sweat, the tears
shouting hands and bouncing feet
pricked ears and shining eyes
frame our glowing smiles...
audry 2666
climbing fences jumping at the stars
acid excitement turning over
cuts to the face
an elbow gone astray
collective ritual soundscapes
a temporary central intelligence
lift me up! step on my toes!
the pleasure is all ours
this cultural artifact has altered my perception
the blood, the sweat, the tears
shouting hands and bouncing feet
pricked ears and shining eyes
frame our glowing smiles...
audry 2666
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