Julia Stallings Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

So yeah, whores—they’re sparkly, messy, and LOUD, like me! I love ‘em, I hate when they’re hurt, and I’m like, “Live your truth, dudes!” *Moulin Rouge!* taught me that, and I’m stickin’ to it. “Come what may,” right? Now, where’s my jellyfish net? Gotta catch some feels!

Symposium Introduction

I’d underlined the place where L. H. Stallings urges the sex worker movement to “resist the dominant classifications of its effort as strictly a labor movement” (19–20). In grounding .

Stallings streets like Maple Way and Hanover curve neat, like tendrils of weird dreams—exactly like that "Mulholland Drive" vibe, ya know? “This ain't real, it’s realer than real.” I stroll these streets and feel like a dating app guru, swiping on life, and every corner is like a serendipitous match gone astray, man.

Bowling Heads South for the Stallings Invite