After a Beastie Boys concert (Check Your Head tour; absolutely amazing!) at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago, I was standing at the corner of Broadway and Lawrence trying to hail a cab. I was wearing a white tee shirt that had blood all over the front bc I got elbowed in the face in the mosh pit during L7's opening set......anyways, I was standing on the corner and a car pulls up, the driver rolled down the passenger window and yelled at me "How much?!". I replied "Huh?" and then realized what he was asking so I flipped him off.
I think it's not so much about being mistaken for a prostitute as to being asked for sex in the street (directly or indirectly). Do you people think those guys care if you are an actual prostitute? No, I think they just saw a woman in the street and tried that, as they could try something different in a different place. Disturbing and annoying, to say the very least. It has happened to me too waiting for my friends outside a concert venue.
I sometimes walk past the Shell Centre in London, which was where my grandfather worked for practically his entire life. He is long dead, as is practically everyone who worked with him. When I walk in his footsteps, along those same pavements, I think about him. This is a man who was once known to a great many people; who wielded considerable influence. Then he went away and the people who knew him went away and I am one of the few left who still ties a memory of him to this place. His name was Owen Heald. He came from nothing and he walked here.
I don't whether anyone will remember me in similar fashion after I am gone. Probably not. One time when I was walking along the Embankment, a Japanese man kept pace alongside me for about five minutes filming me in profile on his video camera. Maybe that is how I will be remembered.
My mother’s best friend was shopping with her granddaughter and mall security escorted them out of the building b/c they thought the girl was a prostitute working the mall. Like, that’s a hotspot for prostitution? 🧐
Oddly enough, I think I know Jennifer. 😂
After a Beastie Boys concert (Check Your Head tour; absolutely amazing!) at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago, I was standing at the corner of Broadway and Lawrence trying to hail a cab. I was wearing a white tee shirt that had blood all over the front bc I got elbowed in the face in the mosh pit during L7's opening set......anyways, I was standing on the corner and a car pulls up, the driver rolled down the passenger window and yelled at me "How much?!". I replied "Huh?" and then realized what he was asking so I flipped him off.
I think it's not so much about being mistaken for a prostitute as to being asked for sex in the street (directly or indirectly). Do you people think those guys care if you are an actual prostitute? No, I think they just saw a woman in the street and tried that, as they could try something different in a different place. Disturbing and annoying, to say the very least. It has happened to me too waiting for my friends outside a concert venue.
I was solicited on So Congress in Austin years ago while walking my dog. Is THAT a kink some guys have??
I should clarify that I’m not, nor have I ever been, a prostitute.
I sometimes walk past the Shell Centre in London, which was where my grandfather worked for practically his entire life. He is long dead, as is practically everyone who worked with him. When I walk in his footsteps, along those same pavements, I think about him. This is a man who was once known to a great many people; who wielded considerable influence. Then he went away and the people who knew him went away and I am one of the few left who still ties a memory of him to this place. His name was Owen Heald. He came from nothing and he walked here.
I don't whether anyone will remember me in similar fashion after I am gone. Probably not. One time when I was walking along the Embankment, a Japanese man kept pace alongside me for about five minutes filming me in profile on his video camera. Maybe that is how I will be remembered.
Moral judgment aside, that's an impressive life accomplishment.
would love an illustrated story board
My mother’s best friend was shopping with her granddaughter and mall security escorted them out of the building b/c they thought the girl was a prostitute working the mall. Like, that’s a hotspot for prostitution? 🧐