Red Insight is all about sex workers creating their own media and sharing their own stories. But sometimes we really want to shine a light on some of our biggest allies. Like Margreet, the artist that created the illustration for Zina's column.
Margreet de Heer is a comic artist in Amsterdam, who loves to use her comics to dig into challenging and unusual topics. Margreet has created a series about a happily promiscuous, red-headed bisexual, Mijntje, and she's recently brought in a sex working catlike character: Zina! Zina is inspired by Margreet's real life friend, Zina, who has kindly agreed to being immortalized in comic form.
Margreet believes that comics are the perfect medium for tough topics including sex work, as people are not so easily offended by their format. Margreet loves working as an ally to sex workers; she quickly realised that some of our experiences can seem quite shocking to outsiders, and she feels that comics can be an ideal way to portray them.
Images: Margreet de Heer
Margreet de Heer
Margreet de Heer is a comic artist who makes educational comics as well as 'Minnie', about a rebellious pansexual. Minnie and her girlfriend are in a polyamorous relationship with sex worker Zina.
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