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My Most Elaborate Sex Work Project Yet
They say sex work is work. They have no idea.
“Sex work is work.”
You’ve heard the phrase. It started as advocacy and became a bumper sticker. Now it’s something people say at dinner parties or comments sections to signal they’ve read the right books and listened to the right podcasts. It’s up there with “I don’t own a TV” and “we’re actually thinking of moving to Portugal.” Progressive and edgy.
Usually, it comes from someone with a humanities degree, an NPR tote bag, and strong opinions about ethical non-monogamy. They say it to prove they’re not The Judgmental Ones. They are the ones who have evolved.
Most of the people saying “sex work is work” haven’t done much of either.
I have. And usually sex work is less like work and more like… improvisation. You show up, you read the room, you adapt. There’s no employee handbook, no onboarding, and no project management software.
But every once in a while, someone comes along who requires actual, literal, clock-punching labor. Research. Planning. Logistics. Materials procurement.
