International Space Travel and Katie's First Hooker Pad

katiedyd: i'm going to an inauguration party on January 20th, i've decided.
internet: so? once again, you've proven yourself utterly unremarkable.
katiedyd: i'm going to one in DC! with sophie, who i haven't seen since London two years ago!
internet: i can be in DC whenever i want. i am all places, always.
katiedyd: fuck you, internet.
internet: omnipresent network-state trumps psychotic bouts of schizophrenic internal dialogue, always.

In another episode of "You're not quite as grown up as you think you are, KT" (that's the last time I'll refer to myself in the third this post, promise), I went to my first brothel this morning. I was location scouting for one of our one minute silent sex films that we're throwing together as part of the Possible Worlds Canadian Film Festival here in Sydney. If all goes well, then our films will screen before the screening of Young People Fucking. Anyway, this place was the location to end all locations. Pink walls, leopard skin carpet, faux-luxx rooms with showers and porn screens, the lot. It is seedy, loveless sex on a pancake. One of my mates is one of the girls there at the moment and she showed me around. That was an intense emotional experience in itself. I love that girl, and not just because she's a location goldmine this week. I was really touched that she'd reveal that part of her world to me. So hopefully everything goes well and we can get it into post in time for the deadline next week.

I love experiences that change the way you look at the most ordinary day-to-day happenings. My friend said that before anyone considers going into the profession, she says to them "Look around a train carriage. If you can't get past the fact that you're implying consent with all of them, then this isn't the job for you." I will never, ever look at a trainful of men the same way again. Or a shop-rack full of shoes after seeing the collection of platforms that this place had.