Satsuma, a radical feminist minion/smelly sockpuppet, has really, really made me mad just now. Satsuma, for those of you lucky enough to have been shielded from her radioactive stupidity up until now, hangs out over on the website of one Cheryl “Heart” Seelhoff (don’t try to leave comments over there, like, ever, they’ll be censored or deleted).
Wise minds have suggested that Satsuma is an invention of Heart. While we cannot verify such claims at this time, we do have our own suspicions.
Now, I’ve already spoken about radical feminists and the “wrong” kinds of women: the “wrong” abuse survivor, the “wrong” PTSD sufferer, etc.
So I am not altogether surprised to see comments like this one, containing statements that reduce us all to pathetic caricatures, even going as far as claiming that any sort of intimate contact with a man “taints” a woman (boy, that’s a “new” one. Kind of like those Victorian rape survivors who could never been seen in polite society again, eh?).
What Satsuma is suggesting is that all women who have ever been in sex-work or have ever supported sex-work in any way, shape, or form – are all survivors of childhood sexual abuse. And that these survivors cannot think for themselves, they cannot be responsible for themselves, and that they should not be taken seriously.
There are several things going on here:
1) The assumption that all sex-workers and sex-worker rights supports have an identical personal history. We’re like the Borg, really. Minus the badass laser-beam thingies over the eye.
2) The assumption that sexual abuse survivors are dirty, disgusting, broken, and should probably be locked up for their own good – considering the suggestion that most of the time, we can’t even think straight.
3) Women who have come into contact with men are just gross – an idea that several varieties of religious fundamentalists have certainly helped keep alive throughout the centuries.
This kind of attitude is actually pretty common, and it ensures that sex-work forever remains stigmatized, and it also ensures that people like me will also spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulder, wondering if admitting to having been abused as children is ever going to cost them a job, a promotion, a friendship, etc.
It’s pretty damn important to speak about abuse. Silence is an enabler. But if you do speak about it – congratulations and welcome to your new place under a microscope.
People will now reserve the right to gently whisper – “but you WERE abused as a child, so are you sure you’re fit to make this argument/take on this project/watch this movie/hang out at this location/fall in love/have a family/raise a child/?” They are disturbed by your presence, you remind them of what can happen to their own kids – so they want to erase you.
Satsuma and her enablers are no different, really. Same shit, different day.
You know what, Satsuma & Co.?
Hell yeah, I was abused. Hell yeah, I support sex-worker rights. I’m not going to be shamed for either of these things. Is there a link between abuse and my views? Most certainly. If you know what it’s like to have someone attack you, you generally want to help others avoid such a fate, or at the very least help them move on. I believe that one of the best ways in which to help is to de-stigmatize sex-work, so the abuses that go on within the industry are no longer swept under our collective carpet.
So while you’re reaching for the smelling salts at the mere sight of “tainted,” icky women, you might want to think about what it is that you are essentially enabling.
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