Erotic Transactions

In God We Tryst

Statement

Stigma Kills

When you make a dead hooker joke, do you realise you’re joking about me? Did you know that I have dead friends, murdered at work because someone thought “no one will miss a prostitute”? Grim, I know. But real.

I am here to humanise sex work and sex workers to you. We are just normal people, doing an interesting and abnormal job that is completely misrepresented by all media.You encounter us every day without even realising it. We go undetected in grocery stores, movie theatres, and malls. We are normal people with abnormal jobs, and that’s it. I don’t drink or smoke, I have a dog and a mountain house. I enjoy an old fashioned lifestyle and stay in most evenings. I have a hoard of animals and a small homestead. I'm into gaming and reading Bogleheads. Not exactly the image in your mind when you hear “prostitute”. But that’s what it is – a normal person. We are normal and we are everywhere. We are human beings.

While on tour in 2016 I started to notice that my work garbage was visually interesting. The repetition of the colourful wrappers, the curved bottles, the Kabuki-esque facial impressions. I started to save the most appealing trash and the idea for this installation was born as an exploration.

This installation offers only a peek into the upper echelon of sex work in the developed world and nothing but. I speak for no one but myself. I can acknowledge that I sit in a position of privilege in my industry and the only viewpoint I can show you is my own. I encourage you to seek out perspectives from workers in less privileged positions as well. Red Canary Song, SWAN, SWOP, and PACE are great places to start.

An exhibition lacking inhibition

Artist portrait

As I deal in selling time, I am aware of the true worth of our most valuable (and overlooked) asset. Many think money is the most valuable thing, but the true reality is it’s time. You can earn money by selling your time, but you can’t extend your time on this earth by trading money. Everyone expires.

I have been a sex worker — both in a brothel and independently in three countries — for over fifteen years. During that time I also became a social media marketer and put my web development skills to use. Everything you think you know about my job is wrong. Every documentary you’ve seen, or article you’ve read is a lie. The media warps and skews everything about what I do and other than the men who engage and the women who provide, no one really knows a thing about us or our (multimillion dollar) industry. It as an extremely fascinating and fast paced place to those on the outside, and to us just the mundane every day. Some of the stereotypes are real, some of the stereotypes have roots in reality, but most of them are utter garbage. We are art students, we are mothers, we are lovers, we are fighters, we are lawyers, we are people. Working a job that is so stigmatised, literally no one knows the reality.

I have a penchant for found and scavenged materials in my work, and I knew that I wanted to do something with materials I regularly discarded in the course of my job (condom wrappers, perfume bottles, makeup wipes), and the recurring items that are in every city but different each place (hotel keys, dnd signs). It was while taking notes in art history on pattern and repetition that this idea was born. I began collecting for this project in July 2016 only knowing what was important enough to save. It was only through the gathering of the materials and time that shape of the project emerged.

Erotic Transactions was an examination, exposé, and crash course on the truth behind voluntary sex work through the eyes of a current sex worker. It was a solo gallery show that ran during September and October of late 2018.