Summer arrives!

Now this is not my favourite photo ever taken, but it encapsulates a lot of my weekend so I am using it anyway. That is, I had an incredibly engaged and active weekend, most of it spent outdoors which seems fitting to summer solstice and the arrival (finally) of some beautiful weather.

After a series of high-profile union events last week I decided to ditch Vancouver on Friday for a quick trip to Saltspring Island where I participated in an evening summer solstice ritual and picnic with friends in Bergoine Bay. On Saturday it was hanging out at my friends’ house, an amazing breakfast, some reading/relaxing time (while they worked to get ready for a trip), and then a paddle around Stowell Lake and a swim from one of the abandoned docks. Saturday evening we had a quick bite and a beer in Fulford Harbour before I got back on the ferry to head to Kyla’s solstice gathering in Victoria where there was more amazing company, food and music (and a fire!).

And if that wasn’t enough partying for one weekend, I returned home early on Sunday to meet up for a mid-afternoon bike ride and picnic on the seawall with Brian and Mica which turned into several hours of riding, walking, card playing and finally, gelato-eating.

My skin is officially browned, my hair still smells faintly of wood smoke, and I walked to work this morning without a jacket. Could summer really finally be here? If so I hope mine includes more of the same!

Photos from the weekend here.

Off to islands….

Had a frantic and fabulous day yesterday – succeeded in every event and went to bed exhausted! Today I’m off to islands for a couple of days. Not exactly sure if it will just be saltspring or if I’ll pop in to Kyla’s party tomorrow night in Victoria. We’ll see. But I’ve got a guitar and a bag of clothes so I’m ready for anything.

And have I mentioned lately that I am completely smitten with my lovely Brian? I think a post on my trepidations about step-mothering is coming soon – just finishing up yet one more book on the subject and then I’m sure I will start ranting about it.

Back Sunday or Monday!

Tomorrow I will be….

In case you are interested in any of the below events – I will be all over town tomorrow:

  • Speaking on the Future of the Public Service (and collective bargaining) tomorrow morning at SFU Harbour Centre from 8:30-10 am. I won’t be speaking for most of that time, but a little tiny part.
  • Demonstrating (and speaking) at a noon rally for collective bargaining at Canada Place. Free hotdogs!
  • Doing a union meet-n-greet with members from my bargaining table at Nat Bailey stadium from 5:30-7 pm, and
  • Playing the fiddle and singing with Brian at the VDLC Workers’ Cafe @ The End (8th & Commercial) from 7:30-9:30. We will probably play between 8 and 8:30.

A busy day, for sure. But lots of variety at least!

Getting by.

I haven’t felt much like writing the last few days besides being busy, so here I am updating for the first time in days – and it’s not with a big well-crafted post, but with some of my life bits instead to get myself caught up here.

For those of you not paying attention to the other site – there is a new post on Viaduct for your reading pleasure. I am hoping to work on some non-restaurant-related posts for that site next. As soon as this week is over and I’ve actually got a free evening or day on the schedule. Sheesh! I’m not even reading much these days, that’s how little time I’ve got for myself!

Short story is that it’s been an overwhelming couple of weeks with work and all. Long story is that besides all the stuff I have to do I’ve been having some relationship introspection that isn’t making me feel very good about myself. Lots of jealousy and feeling like I don’t fit into Brian’s family which by definition includes his ex and not me. And even though the divorce stuff is finally happening and she is moving out by the end of summer, I am not feeling there is a legitimate place for me anywhere in this and I wonder if I am foolish for trying.

Of course Brian tells me otherwise. But I just can not shake this feeling that everyone would be better off if I just vacated and let them get on with their lives. For the past eight months or so I’ve been getting that message pretty loud and clear from Brian’s ex and even though she’s shifted somewhat, I am still excluded from my partner’s home so I shouldn’t wonder where these very strong feelings are coming from!

Anyhow. I’m sure it will all pass shortly and I’ll start feeling like a normal person about all this stuff again. In the meantime I’ve got a ton of work and several speaking engagements this week so posting will be spotty.

As legitimate as who?

Last week I spoke at a conference of women from my union about the current state of collective bargaining and pay equity. While there I noticed on the agenda that Daisy Kler from Vancouver-based Rape Relief was scheduled to speak the following day on “The 2010 Olympics and Opposing the Legalization of Prostitution”. While I thought that was a pretty interesting topic for my union to be covering (and in fact one of our Vancouver locals is doing a forum on it at the end of the month), I thought it was a shame that only the one perspective was being aired there. For you see, Rape Relief and a couple other organizations in Vancouver would have you believe that the correct feminist, radical and moral response it to continue to support laws criminalizing sex work in Vancouver and anything else is mired in incorrect analysis and hatred of women (and children).

Vancouver, BC is a city that is known not only for its sex work industry, but also for the tragedy associated with it. Not only do we have an open “kiddie stroll” only blocks from where I live, our city is the site of one of North America’s most prolific serial killers – a man who picked sex trade workers off the streets over a period of two decades without being detected. Despite the facade of “world-class”, we are also a city of shooting up in alleyways and industrial zone blow jobs, not to mention a burgeoning pornography scene. Successive “Shame the Johns” campaigns have done little more than push sex trade workers into more dangerous parts of the neighbourhood, and predators continue to hunt women there between the darkened corners and dumpsters (as predicted, the arrest of one prolific killer has done little to stem the disappearances of women in this city).

With this history, it came as no surprise to me in February when an organization called the West Coast Cooperative of Sex Industry Professionals (WCCSIP) popped up in the media – a first in North America. Formed to promote a harm reduction approach to prostitution in this city, WCCSIP has lobbied local and federal governments to allow a trial brothel in Vancouver for a two year period to see if death, disease, and violence can be countered for some of the industry’s most vulnerable workers.

Because that’s who this debate is really about anyways. In Vancouver 80% of the sex trade is conducted behind closed doors and off the street. Escorts place ads individually or via agency and receive men in their homes, or attend hotel rooms and residences (all of which is legal – prostitution itself is not illegal but bawdyhouses, procuring, and living on the avails of prostitution have been since 1913. Escorts mainly work legally, obtaining a permit through the city to do so). It’s the on-street prostitution that is the most visible of course, also called “low-track” sex workers on the street are those who are too addicted, too old, or too “unattractive” to be accepted by agencies for work – generally the poorest of the women in the trade and by far the most vulnerable, reporting much higher levels of violence and abuse than those working through agency or private contacts. When Rape Relief and other organizations attack measures to support sex workers in the city, this is primarily the group of people who suffer for the lack of support.

I guess I’ve always had a “duh, of course sex work should be legalized” approach, so when I moved to Vancouver thirteen years ago I was surprised to discover that any organization calling itself “feminist” could be so opposed to the work that women end up doing to support themselves and their families. And while at root I believe the problem that RR and others have is one of morality, their arguments break down into the following broad categories:

  • All prostitution is violence. It is not legtimate to call it “work”.
  • Legalizing sex work institutionalizes the trafficking in women and children.
  • There is no way to make sex work safe.
  • Legalizing sex work makes it acceptable for women to stay in the industy and does not help them move on into more “acceptable” professions.

Let’s take those on one at a time shall we?

All prostitution is violence. It is not legtimate to call it “work”: This comes a little too close to “all sex involving penetration is rape” and the concept that women are incapabable of consenting to and even enjoying sex work. When we look at the vast majority of “male” industries such as mining, logging, construction not only do we see work that is highly undesirable but is also physically punishing in ways that often end in death. You don’t think that a general labourer who is hefting boards around a worksite despite his destroyed knees or back feels degraded? Or for that matter a women who works 12-hour shifts on her feet in a retail store or a shitty restaurant? When capitalism uses our bodies in ways that are damaging, it is always wrong, but it’s a fact of the society we live in and short of revolution this isn’t changing any time soon. Harm reduction at least means basic health and safety standards in place, good working conditions, and social support for those who do the work.

Legalizing sex work institutionalizes the trafficking in women and children: It seems to me that a brothel regulated and controlled co-operatively would do exactly the opposite. On-street prostitution as it exists now leaves women vulnerable to pimps and “protection”, and if you removed most of the sex trade from the street you could ensure that co-operatives only allowed those of-age entry into the working life. Besides, no one is advocating legalizing underage prostitution which is a contention of RR and others.

There is no way to make sex work safe: Studies show that the majority of off-street prostitutes do not experience violence at all in their work, or do only rarely (60 % in a recent poll said never, 80% said never or once). And while dozens of women working the sex trade have gone missing and/or been murdered in the past decade, every single one of them was working on-street. A woman protected by other women in a co-operative brothel is a lot less attractive to a predator – and the less marginalized women considred “prey” we have on our streets, the fewer predatory johns our communities have to deal with.

Legalizing sex work makes it acceptable for women to stay in the industy and does not help them move on into more “acceptable” professions: Obviously continuing to marginalize drug users has really helped to clean up Vancouver’s drug problem. Right? Wrong. Shunning people does not turn them into productive members of society, it does not give them avenues for escape or change should they decide to opt for them, it does not even create the desire in them to “fit-in” but instead an urge to lash-back. Like InSite, bringing people into an organized setting allows us to provide models and options for education, health care, and family-planning support – and essentially allows women engaged in sex work to provide peer support for each other. Not to mention that this argument again is one of what is “acceptable” for women to make choices about. While I acknowledge that it is a complex situation that brings many women to sex work, I have also been well-acquainted with women for whom it was a conscious choice – a way to make money on a flexible schedule without having to give in to minimum wage hell.

I’ve been perusing a lot of news stories about this lately, reading reports and following the work of Libby Davies in Ottawa around this matter. What I’ve noticed mainly is that the abolitionist position is one based on emotive response and rarely are studies or reports cited to back it up. Occasionally a sex worker is trotted out to decry efforts to decriminalize the industry, but it is fair to say that the vast majority of women in the industry are on the other side. They are demanding to be recognized and legitimized through a process that allows them to control their own labour in a clean and safe setting. Not only that, they are organizing themselves around those demands to do research, community consultations and build their presence. An excellent example can be found in the Living in Community Action Plan which was a partnership project spearheaded by sex trade workers and provides some of the most useful information around the issue you will find anywhere.

I was triggered to write this today because of a news story about a union friend of mine’s sister in St. Johns, Newfoundland whose body was found two days ago stuffed inside a suitcase. My partner similarly lost a family member a few years ago, though her body was at least found intact. While I don’t believe that a harm reduction approach to sex work will solve every problem, I certainly believe that these women didn’t have to die like this, and I hope that we get our shit together as a society so future women don’t.