The other day a friend referred me to an article that made me cry. I would copy/paste the whole thing here but I won’t.
It’s written by adult performer Stoya about how the treatment she receives as a porn star tends to be less cruel than the hostility of common street harassers.
First she counts off the times she’s been harassed at a trade show. The harassment is creepy but sounds not much worse than Bridget Jones’s family reunions.
The following bit is what made me tear up. It’s too familiar.
They say I have a sweet ass, nice tits, a real pretty dress. They say I’m their future wife, or I’d look good with their dick in my mouth. They try (and probably succeed at times) to take pictures down my shirt. They ask if they can get my number, they ask where I live, why I’m not smiling, why…
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