Jae has mostly been working with the bar top lately; as you can see, she’s trying out some designs for a sort of shrine to Aphrodite there, and decided to redo the bar from the way she had me do it before, in order to finish it and drop the bar surface to what she feels is a more usable height. She’s finished the primary staining, but is also clear-coating the top to create a waterproof bar surface (with that same stuff they use when they want to decorate a restaurant bar or table surface with something like maps, pictures, or postcards). It’s going pretty slowly right now because it’s been cold and rainy all week; next year I think I’ll leave the shutters up until May Eve because it’s not unusual for us to have this kind of weather in late April, and even though the roof keeps out the rain it’s too chilly to work comfortably. We had one mild day this week, but the rest was just yucchy; I’m honestly trying to remember how the hell I motivated myself to build the roof in this kind of weather last year, and the only answer I can come up with is that it was just pure stubbornness.
Annex 105
April 21, 2023 by Maggie McNeill
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Hi Maggie, I love following your posts. I was introduced to your posts just over four years ago by a male sex worker who I was seeing for sessions to help me revive my interest in sex after sixteen years of sexless marriage with my husband. Well his services worked wonders for me: a 66 year old woman who also spent 30 years working in the anti-sexual exploitation and trafficking movement as a full time career (the rescue industry). I think it was the work in the rescue industry that killed my sex drive because the trauma stories from all the women I had spoken to over the years was overwhelming.
So there are two sides to this story. First off, t do know from personal experience and having seen for myself that there are those in the sex industry that are trapped there and do not wish to be there and then there are others who are there by choice. And there are many in-between. So I agree with you that the rescue industry has really conflated the issue and are not open and willing to consider the goodness side of sex work.
I was definitely awakened by the male sex worker to help me see and experience the positive and helpful aspects of the sex industry. So much so, that I am now a sex worker myself after all those years of being in opposition to the sex industry. Well I am trained and certified in Somatic Sex Education which I experience as being a form of sex work. And I love it. And it is so healing. And it is so much fun and it brings me joy. I love my clients. They are lovely persons each with their own story of why they are wanting my service. For 30 years I hated sex buyers, and now I embrace them. I am finding sex work to be the best and most effective way to address sexual abuse and exploitation. It works way better than prohibition and guilting and shaming persons for looking to get their natural and normal sexual needs met.
Anyway, your blog really does help to dispel a lot of false beliefs about sex work and sex workers. And I now, at age 70, have joined your ranks and become a sex worker myself.
Love the last sentence… 😁👍 my kinda woman.