2nd
It happened in Vegas, July 28 at 10 pm
Should we take cabs to the Strip? Is it possible to walk there? We heard it was only one mile. But then we saw a party bus, don’t know who organized it (Kirk? Mariko?) but we all piled in. Wish you could have been there. It was hot sweaty fun and that was just the guy’s hands on the steering wheel. The party in the back of the truck was hilariously camp.
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It really is a blur … so much adrenaline. We got off the bus, sauntered/ran/jumped down to the legal protest area in front of the Venetian. I remember walking through an archway and Conrad dragging his willingly bound lady friend along the path.
One of our group handed out cards made by Lauren which links to her site: http://www.vegasladybiz.com/ (see photos below) and somewhere in the night I encountered a male escort cruising his way down the street. “I want to find out more,” he said holding up one of the cards. “Come join us,” I yelled but he said he was working. He said he would go to the site and get linked in to organizing. One more person joining our cause. Hooray.
Some of us handcuffed ourselves together, others launched themselves up into acro-yoga positions (no one fell despite our fears) forming living statues more wonderful than anything seen before in Vegas. We chanted. We panted. We spoke to the crowd.
Towards the end of the night we traipsed giddily a little further down the strip, laughing, dancing with delight, holding up our signs to the still burning night.
If it happens in Vegas, it’s still illegal. Make a change for our rights, fight for our rights. End the oppression of people selling sexual services… can you help… oh please do…
