Grace's blog

*Names have been changed

Her fragile hands were shaking as she nervously fumbled through her worn-down purse at the airport payphone. When words tripped out of her mouth, I realized the unraveled black threads hanging from her purse were actually a mirror into her state of being. She looked up at me, puzzled. Her strange demeanor was clearly a reaction to the sudden self-consciousness falling upon me as I approached her. Pushing it aside, I walked closer.  read more »

Sex Industry and Grace

The physical darkness seemed bright in comparison to the thick cloud of oppression I felt when entering the strip club. I'd felt it before, but I pray that it will never cease to alarm me… that I will never become numb to the pain and distorted love that occurs here.

My friend Sarah (I changed her name) is both a source of this pain and a recipient. She has been dancing there for almost 7 years.

Walking into the club, my focus was simply on her-- to visit her. We
usually hang out at restaurants and the pool if it's summertime, but  read more »