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2005-02-09 - 8:37 p.m. This is the most horrifying and strange thing I have ever read. To my (obviously-weak, unlegal-thinking) mind, it goes completly against every justification for legalizing prostitution: autonomy over one's body and decisions concerning that body; autonomy over the self; increased safety in sex work; etc. Who comes up with these arcane laws anyways? My brain is teeming with homework. Having little bouts of insomnia because I'm reading too much (for pleasure as well as for class) and my thoughts don't necessarily want to stop at midnight when I light the candles and turn off the lights. However, I'm being freakishly productive, which is fun. There is a little envelope from California waiting for me at the Southside Purolator depot, filled with (hopefully!) a few grains of sun-bleached sand and (definitely!) a ticket to BM 2005. Still convincing myself that I will go -- I want to think that I can make plans this far in advance, but I'm all waffly this year. Not quite sure, as of yet, why that is. I think I'll be camping by myself if I do go, which will be entirely intense and crazy. Made fabulous dahl from a recipe I found online last night, fabulous pesto the night before. Hooray for homemade food! And actually, on that note -- I should probably get back to the homework... I thought I had more to say this evening, but I'm actually surprisingly distracted by the Issues Facing Indigenous Aboriginal Women in Counselling (heavy, heavy readings, these). I need to finish two units in this course by the weekend -- I think it should be possible. Thank goodness I have cocoa and rocking tunes to get me through. --mopheaded had already read too many teen fashion magazines by the time she and feminism found one another
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