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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><description>Writer // melissagiragrant.com.</description><title>Melissa Gira Grant</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @melissa)</generator><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"We’ve been told we’ll rise up together, that women will break barriers for each other,..."</title><description>“We’ve been told we’ll rise up together, that women will break barriers for each other, that our not-being-like-men means we won’t stand in each other’s way. That hasn’t worked, and now we can see: The glass ceiling is also a mirror, and it is made of the reflections of other women.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psmag.com/politics-and-law/feminism-is-broken-again"&gt;Who Cares for Feminism&lt;/a&gt;, at &lt;em&gt;Pacific Standard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/140050215371</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/140050215371</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2016 17:23:27 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Dietrich sings him off in her last film role. Legend is, they...</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="225"  id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Gjkm5PXhqXE?feature=oembed&amp;enablejsapi=1&amp;origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&amp;wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share" referrerpolicy="strict-origin-when-cross-origin" allowfullscreen title="Just a Gigolo Marlene Dietrich"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dietrich sings him off in her last film role. Legend is, they were never even in the same room together when this was made.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137623548111</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137623548111</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jan 2016 10:32:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/01a7fa117c059ebd653384df3108b835/tumblr_o15pcerSc71qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137556590846</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137556590846</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2016 11:19:26 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Votary.</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/cfae01cf6b311926aefbc8b9af3aa4d1/tumblr_o0v7ujSrrt1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Votary.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137185939211</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137185939211</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2016 19:25:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Sound + Vision</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In order of my introduction, roughly, though honestly just what I remember:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1992. At home, my parents&amp;rsquo; tv. A meeting by way of death.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/ildVYgYWPqc?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1994. Cassette cut-out from the $2 bin at Newbury Comics. This wedged on the back of side B. Wearing lipstick to school for the first time that fall. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/tTyePL5JvVI?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1997. Burroughs dies. My friend Andy shaves my head. This becomes the song of the summer:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/4WzdYMv4MM0?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1997. Dropping out of school the first time. A boy who put it on and made dropping out seem even more sensible.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/Hkyp6HCqrs4?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

(He played this next, as if to drive the point home:)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/i7mEB2wnDLQ?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

(Not wrong.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1998. First song at the truck stop strip club. We have to/get to play our own CD&amp;rsquo;s. I bring along the Rykodisc &lt;em&gt;Sound + Vision&lt;/em&gt; box set.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/fc0AkiSlHTo?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

(If I was more religious about the reference I was going for, though, it would&amp;rsquo;ve been this:)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/YdciK2Axc4A?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

And the next song. They sang along:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/1hGKu5F2prg?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1998. Winter solstice on repeat for ages&amp;hellip;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/Tgcc5V9Hu3g?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

&amp;hellip;then the flip side, giving me the name of the place I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t know was a place until I was sleeping there down the street from a Turkish-run brothel a friend worked the phones at, in the winter of 2006.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/v0BgFC3R3-A?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

We skip around a lot. Because I know I had this by then:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/zGcLw_bkh9U?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

And when I felt like I could get away with it, I closed out one of my sets dancing to this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/UMhFyWEMlD4?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

And so I loved:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/6VrqCBsbeuc?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

1999. We (me, the girl I was in love with who wasn&amp;rsquo;t really a girl, and the girl she was in love with) found out about this, and it changed everything. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/VBapjBu0UrM?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Our love directed looked like something someone else could have (for him), too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I went to see Todd Haynes give a talk at nearby Amherst College and had the idea to ask him what he meant by the green brooch and the faeries. I did, but I can&amp;rsquo;t tell you what he said back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Things began to speed up.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/yfrqK_uVDok?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I started writing, or trying to write, about the future. I have one professor who humors me. (He plays sax.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/gHHCPtDBBhc?showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

2000. I fell for a girl who had a webcam who wanted to put Bowie in a movie about her and the future. She sent me a camera. I failed her (on the movie) but it was never a question: of course she let me keep the camera. This was what she told me to listen to:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/4vZ511xZv3I?list=PLJ8y7DDcrI_paMQaxsReceTNl8yGQx394&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

We&amp;rsquo;re supposed to see him at Roseland Ballroom – the boy who put on &lt;em&gt;Low&lt;/em&gt;, the girl in love with the one who wasn&amp;rsquo;t just a girl anymore, me – and he has laryngitis and cancels (“&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/1021664/david-bowie-sings-for-bowienet-users-despite-vocal-troubles/"&gt;It’s the first time I ever had to do that in my career&lt;/a&gt;&amp;ldquo;) and so we do other things, like eat sushi on St. Marks and spot Deborah Harry in a club which will all have to do in the meantime.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I buy this in a bin in the East Village.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/ScVi_L817ec?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I make webpages and stay up late a lot that year, sometimes with this:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/T8QOS4-zrwY?list=PLJ8y7DDcrI_roVilJ-y-eiVI6fF-p2zmA&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

2001. I&amp;rsquo;m here in the room. If there&amp;rsquo;s only one song I see him perform, this will do. (Forgive us, we didn&amp;rsquo;t know about YouTube yet.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/3pCVIoojVlA?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

He&amp;rsquo;s a fixture now. Nothing is new. Everything with us. No one owns him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

A boy can crush my heart around this and the boy won&amp;rsquo;t own it, it&amp;rsquo;s still mine:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/v--IqqusnNQ?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I can hear this with fresh ears on a train from Hamburg to Koln and know it&amp;rsquo;s going to be part of something I haven&amp;rsquo;t imagined yet:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/X8frfVzxnGE?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

I can fall harder for someone because we love this and it won&amp;rsquo;t hurt me:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/KxtqJxq2yck?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;

Here&amp;rsquo;s what I&amp;rsquo;ve had on rotation the last day (&lt;em&gt;to be played at maximum volume&lt;/em&gt;). He&amp;rsquo;s yours:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/KqqOVqjxs6Y?showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/zkEvAvIGK-w?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/mPnO-IeJk00?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/CiydgQymvTE?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="420" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/e5rjNY8dMzc?rel=0&amp;amp;showinfo=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137184145586</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/137184145586</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2016 18:52:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Do you happen to know if Melissa Gira Grant was a FSSWer?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Do you happen to know any of the reasons why asking one sex worker to publicly speculate on the illegal activities of another sex worker might be inappropriate?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/136289054301</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/136289054301</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2015 19:10:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Is there a difference between nostalgia and gentrification…?"</title><description>“Is there a difference between nostalgia and gentrification…?”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore from “Nobody Passes Alive” in make/shift magazine (via &lt;a href="http://marginalutilite.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;marginalutilite&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135876962496</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135876962496</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 19:22:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Telling your story does not guarantee you will be believed. It doesn’t guarantee anything positive."</title><description>“Telling your story does not guarantee you will be believed. It doesn’t guarantee anything positive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Melissa Gira Grant, ‘IX Lives’ &lt;a href="http://bookforum.com/inprint/022_04/15246"&gt;(Book Forum)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859613386</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859613386</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:50:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>at Kansas/Missouri State Line</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/b38b5f04fb9628680e9987a5f1c906b6/tumblr_nzvlmdpldj1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;at Kansas/Missouri State Line&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859536851</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859536851</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:49:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/c6e773a1522846c2a2527d93b4c8d6e7/tumblr_nzvllsKjfQ1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859517291</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135859517291</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 13:49:04 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8c9b8c3686b98e63fa8a75de77e406f7/tumblr_ny7n7z2MUP1qz7lxdo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855972306</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855972306</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 12:43:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>queershoulder:

“…  I will know that in the crux of any...</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/644883e183fd4fdb9a84ce4ec89097b5/tumblr_nzus2xhmdY1qzldnco1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://queershoulder.tumblr.com/post/135834767016/i-will-know-that-in-the-crux-of-any-reckoning" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;queershoulder&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;“…  I will know that in the crux of any reckoning, this queer desire defines a locus wider, more than where my dick has been and who it has regretted.”&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;– Justin Chin (from “Pisser, ” Bite Hard, Manic D Press, 1997).&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;#justinchin #rip #queerlit #hivaidslit #qtpoclit #qtpocwriters #wemissyou #cwsex #cwdrugs #bitehard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855945111</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855945111</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 12:42:36 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>marginalutilite:

If only ‘twere so! (_Sisters of the Night_ by...</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/421ee9ef6d3cb7e116777eb9ea647b8e/tumblr_nzvg42S6ta1rjq0s8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://marginalutilite.tumblr.com/post/135853172618/if-only-twere-so-sisters-of-the-night-by-jess" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;marginalutilite&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only ‘twere so! (_Sisters of the Night_ by Jess Stearn–historical johnalism from 1956)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;👯👯👯&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855862741</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135855862741</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2015 12:41:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mainstreaming</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://pausanias53.tumblr.com/post/134656356294"&gt;pausanias53&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I never expected this to make the print edition of Saturday’s Guardian.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2015/dec/04/how-stoya-took-on-james-deen-and-broke-the-porn-industrys-silence"&gt;http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2015/dec/04/how-stoya-took-on-james-deen-and-broke-the-porn-industrys-silence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="1920" data-orig-width="2560"&gt;&lt;img data-orig-height="1920" data-orig-width="2560" alt="image" src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/ea44c5822620586b76c3db0caa5a7211/tumblr_inline_nyxyvoUQM91te1g66_540.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;

Thanks for posting the print edition &amp;lt;3</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397686516</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397686516</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2015 15:16:28 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I am on my own kind of strike from doing anyone else’s work on sex work. I will not answer your..."</title><description>“I am on my own kind of strike from doing anyone else’s work on sex work. I will not answer your requests. I will not give you interviews. I will not be a token on your program. I will not direct you to resources. I will not introduce you to subjects. I will not do work you are paid to do. I will not do work which has value to those who employ you. I will not do work which has value to those who place advertisements around your work.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Journalist &lt;a href="http://melissagiragrant.com/on-the-work-of-sex-work/"&gt;Melissa Gira Grant&lt;/a&gt; on refusing requests from other reporters (via &lt;a href="http://charoshane.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;charoshane&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397525231</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397525231</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2015 15:13:32 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>days-of-reading:

Melissa Gira Grant, Playing the Whore: the...</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/4dcd9253b3aab128c95ecc34b8a8cbeb/tumblr_nvlepj8RAC1qcx7t5o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://days-of-reading.tumblr.com/post/130331560869"&gt;days-of-reading&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Melissa Gira Grant, &lt;i&gt;Playing the Whore: the Work of Sex Work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397506066</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397506066</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2015 15:13:08 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Whether you are a porn performer or not, for anyone who speaks out about rape, often it’s one’s..."</title><description>“Whether you are a porn performer or not, for anyone who speaks out about rape, often it’s one’s sexual history that becomes the object of inquiry, not the rape.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melissa Gira Grant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The entire piece is a must read: &lt;a href="http://www.theguardian.com/culture/2015/dec/04/how-stoya-took-on-james-deen-and-broke-the-porn-industrys-silence"&gt;How Stoya took on James Deen and broke the porn industry’s silence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://versobooks.tumblr.com/" class="tumblr_blog"&gt;versobooks&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397474766</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397474766</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2015 15:12:31 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>emilybooks:

Today is International Day to End Violence Against...</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/e371648ad057480c4802e73185f7b01c/tumblr_nzihvmWF4q1ql9sv8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://emilybooks.tumblr.com/post/135387933221"&gt;emilybooks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Today is &lt;b&gt;International Day to End Violence Against Sex Workers&lt;/b&gt;! Looking to become more informed on the global push for sex worker human rights? We highly recommend our previous Emily Books pick, &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/mgg.writes/"&gt;Melissa Gira Grant&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/1QPqlLQ"&gt;Playing the Whore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. It’s a quintessential read on the politics, praxis, and people behind sex work. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397341746</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/135397341746</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2015 15:09:56 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Early computer equipment being used by Edison workers Joseph...</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/0318e12af37f862b63bf82f2337b637d/tumblr_nz0fqrJLGA1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pstp-edison.com/westwick.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early computer equipment being used by Edison workers Joseph Fadler 1961&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/134752019471</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/134752019471</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2015 17:56:51 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>fette:

Left, polaroid by Donna Trope, Susie Bick, 1998. Via....</title><description>&lt;img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/5664a30f4e7800b81bbceb0b8f2ac2a1/tumblr_nyuz5i5RiI1qzo0d3o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://fette.tumblr.com/post/134555430963"&gt;fette&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Left, polaroid by Donna Trope, &lt;i&gt;Susie Bick&lt;/i&gt;, 1998. &lt;a href="http://origin.anothermag.com/fashion-beauty/7744/jerry-hall-to-jodie-kid-a-polaroid-archive"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;. Right, Balz Isler, from the series &lt;i&gt;Intimate Matter / An Algorithmic Privacy&lt;/i&gt;, 2015. &lt;a href="http://uweskiosk.com/post/133458982055"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;–&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I
 sleep six hours not much sleep for one night I usually like to sleep 
ten to twelve hours wash my face go to radio show. I want to fuck 
someone who I can talk to.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Kathy Acker, from &lt;i&gt;Childlike Life of the Black Tarantula&lt;/i&gt;, 1978. &lt;a href="http://adult-mag.tumblr.com/post/124507503574/i-sleep-six-hours-not-much-sleep-for-one-night-i"&gt;Via&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/134616588251</link><guid>https://melissa.tumblr.com/post/134616588251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2015 18:16:51 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
