Sex work was once thought to be anathema to women’s liberation. Now, to some, we represent the tenacity of women’s struggles under patriarchy and capitalism. But the red umbrella is wide and covers many: escorts, sugar babies, strippers, session wrestlers, cam performers, fetish models, DIY queer porn stars, and the full range of gender, race and ability. Our work and our identities are as vast and variable as the spectrum of sexuality itself. We do the work in the streets, in the clubs, in hotel rooms and in play party dungeons. We make dreams come true so we can afford a place to sleep. We do business in a marketplace that politicians and police are constantly burning down for our “safety and dignity.” We have high heels and higher anxiety. This is a testament of life at ground zero of sexual discourse, the songs of canaries in the mines of sex, gender, class, race and disability. Sex workers of the world unite. This is A Whore’s Manifesto.