I found this recently, looking over serial killer stories.
See, Sue was a friend of mine as well. I didn't know or don't remember who ever wrote this tribute. Sue was a topless dancer and evidently, a sometime prostitute. (I didn't think she was doing tricks at the time) I remember right before she left for Alaska, the last words I heard (that I remember)were "I'm going to by my daughter a swing set when I get back"
http://www.murdervictims.com/Voices/sue_luna.htmSue had married Rick Luna, who beat and abused her-- tossed her out of the house one time without her clothes and wouldn't let her back in the house. Last I knew, he was in prison for murder--again. Maybe he's dead. He was in prison when she left and part of the reason she left was because she was afraid of him. He was getting out.
So she goes to Alaska, I remember hearing she was missing. I remember attending her memorial. I remember partying with this girl like no tomorrow back then when we were so young and so street wise. Nothing could have prepared her for what happened.
I'm posting this in part because I found her picture as part of the killers story, and it got me thinking about all my experiences that shaped my feelings toward the sex industry. Sue isn't my only dead, by any means. I'm one person. Just one. Did I run with a rougher crowd than the average person exposed to the industry? Has it improved so much that women aren't getting beat, abused or killed, every fucking day? Where is the empowerment I hear talked about? Would legalization really help?
I read a recent study regarding attitudes toward prostitutes in Holland. Despite being legal, they still carry the stigma of being immoral "bad" women, not elevated toward "legitimate" employment but despised by so called "normal" citizens. I saw a post on DU quoting statistics about lower sex crimes being related to legal prostitution. I know those statistics are debatable, but even if true, how sick, how sad.
Anyway, I know this forum is quiet now and only a few will see this. I'm not looking to argue, I guess I'm still grieving my dead.