Being female among fishermen: An unwelcome reminder on the docks
When the Kathleen Jo pulls out of her stall at noon, I am there to see them off. My 5-year-old shipmate waves wildly through the starboard window. I wave back. When they turn the corner for the breakwater, I begin the trek to Old Thomsen Harbor.,, I stroll down the main float with sun-burned shoulders and a broad smile. A smile that freezes as two men approach me. I know these men. Sammy, a golden can of Coors clutched in his hand, worked at a local business until drinking cost him his job. The other is Carl, a man I crewed with a lifetime ago. A man who’d expected that sex would be part of the deal, working with a woman. Read the rest here 19:29
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