As compensation, I exude coolness in interactions with potential whorephobes. I began my sex work career in these cities, too, almost a decade ago. I must sadly report, though, that the heroic and counter-cultural debauchery of my sisters and brothers are only briefly alluded to in the thin pages of THGDP , their humanity watered down to arrest records and salacious anecdote.
Big surprise. I guess I just had higher expectations for someone who calls himself a historian. Despite this book being the admirable attempts of what appears to be a novice writer, it still reads as an exercise in sexism and whorephobia. Stipped of their complicated humanity, the women in THGDP are merely the victimized playthings of male historical characters and, of course, of the historian himself.
What I find compelling about this little book are the newspaper quotes that evoke some pretty serious imagery of the sex worker as desperate, abused, diseased, and, well, drunk.
Except, the trafficked girl has replaced the fallen woman and the rescued victim has replaced the redeemed whore. Weβsociety writ largeβare actually still having the same antiquated conversations as our slave-owning, anti-suffrage predecessors. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Minnie Bradley, an Omaha sex worker who refused to look at the camera in her mug shot. The Hog Ranch, built in , was a gambling house and house of ill fame on the Pottawattamie-Mills county line. During raids, sex workers and gamblers simply moved to the other side of the house, which was in a different county and susceptible to different laws.
