Inside Outside

the sex industry in Scotland

Peebleshire press!

Great to see local coverage!




I love to open an email and see photos attached.  With #insideoutsideborders they are starting to come through and just how exciting is this all!

if you live in the Borders (or know anyone that does) – keep an eye out for all the pop – ups coming over the next few weeks!







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Almost a year has passed since we really started Inside Outside.  Ideas had been floating around for a long time and many long conversations had taken place on how to safely give women the chance to tell their stories about what it was like for them inside the sex industry.   As with many things, there comes a time when talking has to stop and the work begin.  A decision has to be reached as to what is going to change and happen.

Making that decision can be tough.  All the ways things won’t work come to mind and its all too easy to focus on the reasons why something can’t happen.  Sometimes you have to go for it and just be committed to whatever choice has been made.

We booked our first exhibition space around this time last year too.  With no women on board, with no definite end point in sight and with no photos taken, the forms were filled in and sent off.  Some might call it a leap of faith, others may say it was fool hardy but there was always the belief that women would want to tell their stories and would want to share them.

Here we are approaching the autumn with a packed schedule ahead. Someone shared the delightful news on my facebook the other day about 16 weeks until Christmas. There is barley a week between now and then that doesn’t  have the photos and stories on show.  London, the Borders, Belfast, Perth , Stirling, Edinburgh and Ayrshire. That is quite a list and still growing.

Yet again we have been touched and impressed by how committed people have been who want to link with the project.  How creative they have been in bringing the women’s stories and work to their own areas, how they want to adapt everything we have to suit their own ideas and plans.  This is exactly how it can and should be.

The work across the Scottish Borders really highlights this. With 2 strong women at the helm {and anyone who has been involved in violence against women work in Scotland and in the Borders will know exactly who that could only be 🙂  } and an enthusiastic skilled group around then it is amazing what can be done.  Personal connections with businesses and groups have broadened what is possible for Inside Outside – well beyond anything the Encompass Network could hope to achieve.  The team have come to meetings with ideas and plans and most importantly actionned them.   I don’t want to jump ahead and share them just yet – this is a team effort after all and they have to agree what we say and when.  All I will say is that it is all exciting and you should go along and the promo materials are beautiful. The chance to see the women’s work and other pieces in whole new settings and surroundings will be pretty special.

This is all being done to show that the impact of the sex industry  is important throughout Scotland, needs to be discussed and those inside supported as much as possible.  As someone texted me last night – “Its a privilege to be part of it.”

As I type, I look around me with the piles of white masks getting ready to be sent with pins, needles, scissors and spools of thread. I know they are eagerly awaited, ready to be hung to invite people to link in and join us.  To step Inside.

Is it just me?


Do men actually see us as women or just a piece of meat they can pound for however long they have booked?!


Even within my personal life when the mask is off I still ask myself this question. Do men see me as a real person or do they see me as a piece of ass, a conquest, the next notch on their bed post?!

Is it just me or do others think the same? I’m starting to believe my journey through life had warped my mind… what does my future hold for me? Am I forever going to think like this… that men are no good, all they are out to do is cheat and drop you when something better comes along.

I know I’m a strong assertive independent woman but when do I let the walls down, even a little and let someone get close enough to know the real me,  I always believe there is a hidden agenda. Maybe I judge a man too brutally just from my experiences with others in the past? Paranoia is crippling.

This is a journey that I carry on with and slowly start to figure out who is worth my time and loyalty.


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hello old friends

It’s been a while.  Have you missed us?

It may seem as if we have been very quiet of late and yep, in this blog we have.  There are about 7 draft blog posts waiting to be finished and posted and they will be.  One day very soon.

We have been trying to catch our breath, regroup and refocus for the year ahead.  I have the main evaluation report squawking at me everyday to finish it.  there is so much to capture and share that it is proving a more mammoth task than I planned.  I need a few days locked away in a quiet room or a drafty attic to give it the focus it needs.

We have been busy though – following up on all the requests to meet and talk through the exhibitions and getting he plans and calendar sorted for taking the women’s work and voices out there.

We will be back with you very soon.  Promise……………………………

Where next?

Anyone recognise this space?

Doesn’t it look like a nice staircase and open view?

Wouldn’t you like to see the women’s work displayed there?


We would and hopefully we will early next year…………………………………………







Stephanie and Katy’s stories

Some people who joined us at #insideoutsidestrathclyde were asking where they could watch 2 of the short films we were screening – you can access Stephanie and Katy’s stories  here!




“There’s no really a typical punter, you know what I mean? It spans from young boys right up to old men. It doesnae matter if you’re poor, working class or rich. It’s from all spectrums from everywhere. It’s your father to your brother to your husband.

Your average money would be about £20-25, usually for oral sex. They would pick you up, you would go somewhere that you were probably familiar with and where you wouldnae get caught by the police.

Not that you felt safe! You just didn’t get caught by the police.

You also got men who are coming out of pubs and whatnot and you would go to alleys or the river, places like that. A lot of them when you get in the car they’ll no want to discuss it there but discuss it when you’re away from the city centre. They’d usually take you to industrial estates late on at night, that was the most popular. Quite isolated roads, empty car parks… that was the most common places you would go. You would go there, do what you had to do and then hopefully you would get a run back.

You’ve no got transport to go back so you have to kinda accept whatever money they’re actually gonna give you. Once you accept that money you’re really theirs to do whatever they like with you. You’re kind of caught because you can’t just leave. Even though you’ve done it, you still have to please them to actually get back to where they picked you up from. Sometimes you wouldnae get a run back and they would ask you to leave or start trying to fight with you. Then you had to walk back.

I never had any regulars because I couldnae put my whole soul into it. I couldnae do it.”





Only bit of Kindness


(image by Cathy Weir 2016)

“When I was about 21, I still looked very young and one man took me out and he says “You’re far too young” and actually drove me back. That was the only ever bit of kindness I was ever shown out on the streets. That was it. Nothing else ever happened that was nice or anything like that.

I would make it against the law right across the board because as I say there’s no good in it.

Everything is a negative. I would eradicate it.”

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