Don’t be surprised if I hesitate when I introduce myself. I go by so many names that sometimes I forget my own. In my writing life it’s Juliet November. In my offline life, it’s none of your business.
I’m a white, working-class queer cis femme hooker with a big laugh and a daily meditation practice that I cherish. I spend my time organizing, unlearning whore-hating bullshit, living a good life, writing, practicing integrity, compassion and humour, buying high-waisted panties, swearing and texting more than is probably good for me.
Life plans include working to bring people together to build grassroots power to fight the white supremacist, capitalist, colonial, ableist, transphobic/transmisogynist heteropatriarchy, build communities that rely on each other instead of prisons, policing and the state, and find ways to love each other through and with our differences.
I think support, relationship building and cultural production call all be acts of revolution. Some of my favourite things include disability justice, anti-racism, loving hard on other femmes, prison/policing abolition, bitchy sex workers and poor and working class people like the ones I grew up with.
I have a few published pieces: in “The Revolutions Starts At Home”, “Hos, Hookers, Call Girls and Rent Boys” and in the Walrus Magazine. I have a piece called Feminine Wiles forthcoming in Dear Sister, an anthology of writing by survivors of sexual violence (AK Press).
I usually write to deadlines and requests so hit me up if you want me to submit something to your anthology or magazine. One of my great joys though is amplifying the voices of a range of sex work experiences so I will often refer people to other workers with alot to say and not alot of opportunity to be heard.
I’m not aiming for instant insurrection but to leave the ground we walk better for those who will follow us. There will still be hookers after the revolution and I plan to be one of them. I am, after all, a born whore.