Luja, Septembro 1, 2008 - Labour Day

I knew that I should have taken the day off. Labour day is the traditional union holiday and it would have made sense for me to stay home seeing as I am a union sex worker. Yes there is a union for sex workers. No it does not accomplish anything beyond a bit of solidarity between some scattered workers. I do believe that someday there will be a place for unions within the adult entertainment industry and that it is important to lay down at least some theoretical foundations for that now but if you were to ask me whether or not the union has helped me at all I would have to say no. The only thing I have gotten from it thus far is a bit of pride and a few good conversations with workers from other industries who are in the same union. That and a few dirty looks from sex workers who think I am trying to interfere with their business, when all I want is an end to the economic exploitation of providers. In the meantime groups like SWOP and the Desiree Alliance are doing way more for the plight of American sex workers than the Industrial Workers of the World have ever done.

In any case I decided to work today in order to make up for my apalling behavior this past week. It looks as though the rest of the world had the same initial instinct as me though because there has not been one single call the entire time. I did get to watch a marathon of CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and that was real good, and I did have one client but he was a quiet muscle monkey with one serious in-and-out fetish. He walks in, does his thing as quick as possible, and then walks out without so much as polite conversation or a discussion of what it is that he wants. I dislike clients like him because they leave me feeling unappreciated but he was an independent session which meant I was able to keep one hundred percent. Even still the cash I made from his five minute half hour was enough to cover the expenses for today and a portion of Saturday but that was all. The rest of the day has been quiet and without even one sniff of profit. I should have listened to my union instincts and spent the day in bed. My own bed, that is, not the bed at the hotel.