Memoir

My Abortion Was Pro-Life (My Life)

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Though I wasn’t particularly religious, and had been a pro-choice feminist killjoy my entire life, I never thought that I would personally choose to get an abortion. But here I was, weeping on the bathroom floor, knowing that I stood before a crossroads where both paths ended in death.

Ladies’ Rub Club and the Sex Workers’ Pop-Up at the End of the World

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I often looked back on that night in the months that followed, and cried with gratitude at the romance and [what now seems like reckless] abandon with which we took to the night.  A gaggle of beauties in faux-fur coats, cackling.  Sharing spliffs and flasks, kissing one another on the cheek and taking up the whole sidewalk on our way to the show. 

The Priestess of 3rd Avenue

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When she received clients, she felt connected to the vast lineages of temple priestesses, light workers and sacred prostitutes who had come before her. The powerful women who assumed the daunting task of healing traumatized men through the only language they understood- sexual release.