Sundays are shaping up as easy breezy. With the patio out, I’m making a decent living, but it’s not as hectic as beer spewing Fridays and server sweat and tears.. Sundays are quaint, mid-30 folk that can hold their alcohol and search for good conversation. What age am I again? ha..
Last night I met my role model. A young woman who graduated school and immediately left to go to Venezuela (she followed a boy there!). She was there the year that Chavez was elected. A year after the break up, she came home, and then went to LSE for grad school.
After London she went to India to work on a development program, and fell into the movement of Human Trafficking. She further worked in Laos, Nepal, Cambodia, and back in South America on the Abolitionist movement against Sex Slavery.
Last night we sat for 2 hours informing a local of what sex slavery even was, and his mind was blown. He had no idea of the magnitude of sex slavery, and his anger and frustration after the conversation made me content. The more that people know about sex slavery, the better the movement to stop it. Sure, it’s not such a great bar convo, but I’m sure at some point in his life when he overhears something on the topic he’ll be able to spread what we’ve told him, and that’s what counts.
Refer to my Bangkok Post for more information.
“I think some foreign men think it’s okay to pay for sex here in Thailand, as they think the girls actually want to do this. But these men don’t understand that most of us have no choice .” -Pim, former Bangkok sex worker (http://captivedaughters.org)















