MARCH 8TH’S WOMEN’S FEST: THE SIGN
READS, “SEX WORKER.”
You hear that question, “why do we
still need feminism?” For me it’s this photo. This is my sister.
I don’t know her name. I will never meet her, and yet I call her
blood. Sex work is like every other problematic job in this world —
underpaid, dangerous and comes with no health care. All I have to do
is travel to any city, in any province or state, in any country in
the world, and there are other sex workers of every age and race and
class just like her. I’d rather call them family and work to see
that their lives are better than be silent and side with the ones who
exploit and benefit from such working conditions.
Call her Anahit; once you know someone’s
name it is much harder to dehumanize them.
Photo by Lara Aharonian. (please keep
credit if reblogged)