the prostitutesâ point of view.
Gail wanted nothing to do with it, neither the meeting nor the leaflet; but for once I didnât go along with Gail.
âAnother thing a group like ours could do,â said a tiny woman who introduced herself as Bonny. âWe could put together a booklet on the legal stuff â you know, what to say when you get busted, stuff like that. When a girl starts working, sheâs often told to use a false name. But that can work against you when you get to court.â
Not everyone agreed with her. Someone told the story of a case in America where a girl was charged with soliciting and pleaded not guilty, using the defence that the cop had solicited her, and won her case.
Fifteen women came to our second meeting.
âWe donât want it legalised,â said Bonny. âItâd mean more compulsory visits to the VD clinic.â Bonny had three rows of sleepers on her ear-lobes. When she shook her head, shells and silver charms made small, determined sounds.
âBut the law should be changed,â said someone else. âWhen youâve been busted once, the cops can pick you up going to buy cigarettes. Especially in St.Kilda. The girls who work here get hassled all the time.â
We talked about how weâd started working. Bonny laughed and said, âI got my first job through the CES. âWould you like to work as a masseuse, dear?â We laughed with her because it was a familiar story.
Gail looked sceptical when I told her about the group. I told her when our next meeting was, but I knew she wouldnât come. All she wanted was to finish her studies and go overseas.
A lawyer called Therese rang me and said sheâd been asked to get in touch. When I said one of us intended speaking at the public meeting, she said, âYouâll be crucified.â
I told her we planned to go around the parlours, handing out our leaflet, and that a lot of girls were suspicious of the Council. They were suspicious of what legalisation would mean. âBut some of us want the laws repealed.â
Therese offered to help us get more copies run off.
She brought a plate of cheese and biscuits to the next meeting of our group. Somehow the conversation got around to marriage.
Therese told us sheâd been married for seventeen years to a man she hated. âHe used to come home and fuck me when he was drunk. You know something? I couldnât kiss him. I could bear to have him fuck me, but I couldnât kiss him.â
We stared at her uncomfortably, wondering what would come next.
âChanging the law is one thing,â Therese said. âOf course it should be changed. But itâs only my experience of being married to that bastard that makes me even want to understand what itâs like for you.â
I felt embarrassed and looked down. But Bonny and some of the others were nodding enthusiastically.
I thought about this afterwards. Therese was very up-front with her opinions, but then werenât we planning to be up-front as well? Wasnât that how weâd decided to be? What was it that made her so different from us, after all, but an ascending scale of boredom, the one-two, one-two rhythmic attrition of the work itself? That and a law degree.
The evening of the public meeting was dark and wet. Cars edged into parking places around the town hall, windscreen wipers batting ineffectually. Cars queued in the driveway. Drivers sat bent over steering wheels while their tyres disappeared under the overflow from gutters, covering the road with a foam that looked yellow in the streetlights and made me sick with nerves.
We shook out our umbrellas in the foyer and spoke in lowered voices.
âDâyou think the weatherâs on our side or theirs?â
âBloody Melbourne spring.â
The mayor came in, shaking out his black umbrella. He had a red carnation in his button-hole; his hair was combed into a neat page boy.
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