Red Light Dark Room
Sex, lives & stereotypes (extract)
03.12.2010: I went to interview Deb in a motel room a client of hers had paid for. He was out, driving to Geelong or something. She’s been living on the streets and working as a sex worker since she ran away from home at 13. She’s an icon. Everyone knows her, and somehow in a world where friendships sour quicker than milk in the sun, she keeps on everyone’s good side. She’s shrewd, rude, and hilariously funny. But she’s wise too, and motherly. Sometimes she brings me clothes. I always make sure I wear them on the days I might see her because I know she likes seeing me in them.
How much have prices changed? When I started it was fifteen dollars for oral, twenty for sex and thirty five for both. But nowadays it’s fifty, eighty, a hundred. Yeah so that’s over a thirty five-year gap, so it really hasn’t gone up that much.
Fifty buck is like two packs of cigarettes, yeah? Yeah, it was only fifteen back then, when I first started.
Well, fifty bucks is not much money. Yeah I know. A hundred dollars isn’t much money.
Not for sex. A hundred bucks for sex. Yep. Thank God most males have no control, ‘cos it’ll be fucking (clicks fingers). Two minutes.