Back Issue #159

I’m an autumnal sort of gal; I like the days short & chilly, the leaves a riot of color, and the nights filled with warm beverages & savory scents. – “Diary #326” We don’t want to be “legalized & regulated”; we just want to be left alone. Even credulous reporters now feel compelled to at least mention Amnesty. Yellow journalism about young women from PBS and the New York Times. The prosecutor couldn’t exercise his discretion & decline to press charges. Judge thinks it’s her job to convince young sex worker that she’s a victim. Why does Gay, Inc never speak up for sex worker rights until it’s too late? Whores are morons whose lives must be micromanaged by governments. “Unbelievably” is a good adverb for nearly every sentence in this fantasy. A rather lackluster study of underage sex workers; not bad, but slipshod. Since this fascist wankfest hasn’t sold as a TV show, they made a movie. Maybe if we keep repeating this, it’ll eventually sink into the public skull. Say you’re “fighting…