‘‘MISTRESS BARTOSCH’S TEMPLE OF SCROTUM SQUASHING” was a fantasy that didn’t come to fruition. The idea came to me about ten years ago when I was working in a miserable job for a pittance. I began wondering how I could monetise my tendency toward misandry; stamping on testicles seemed an appealing option.
But it wasn’t shame or fears about my safety that stopped me from lacing up my ball-stamping boots, it was the fact that I didn’t want to add legitimacy to an industry that destroys women and girls with fewer choices than me.
The Ethical Stripper Stacey Clare (Unbound, £20)
Stacey Clare, author of , has no such qualms. In a bastardised Marxist take, she argues “sex workers” of the
