I am going back down to London for a break, for the women I stay with look after me very well. I need to be selfish and allow myself to be mothered.
I am also going to RTN tomorrow.
I really hope my trauma doesn’t kick in, like it did with a vengeance last year. I want to march with pride, not with the shadow of terror and it’s companion of painful body memories.
I want to well enough to dance after – dance out the ghosts of my past.
On Monday, I seeing my brother for the first time since my stepmum’s funeral. It will nice to relax with him, without having duties to do.
On Tuesday, I am going to party to celebrate that the House of Lords passed Clause 14.
I need to make it real that there is hope of some positive change for prostituted women and girls.
It is just the beginning of the beginning – but it is a small revolution in England.
Slowly our culture is seeing prostitutes as full humans.