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"communicating for the purpose of prostitution"
In this issue...
News
City politicians consider a
"zone of tolerance" pg 3
A report on The Works pg 4
NY is getting it together pg 5
Prowling by night pg 4
Editorial
Introducing Stiletto pg 2
Personal stories
Surviving do-gooders pg 6
Safe sex is our business
Who are those whores with
free condoms, anyway? pg 11
The wages of sin
Minding our business pg 9
Body Talk
Feed your pussy well pg 8
History
Wild west hos! pg 7
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Introducing Stiletto, the spunky new
magazine for prostitutes
"White slave ring smashed,"
screamed the Toronto Sun headline.
The story was one of the exploitation
and degradation of young women
lured into, and then trapped in,
prostitution. Pimping charges had
been laid and a couple of men were
being held in custody. These were
big-time operators. Chalk, one up for
the boys in blue.
Later that evening, I got a call from
a girl in the business who I'll call
Debbie. She was crying. Her boyfriend, Dave, had been arrested and
she wanted help getting him out Her
girlfriend was in the same situation.
Debbie asked if I'd seen the Sun
today and then identified herself and
her friends as the "white slave ring"
referred to in the paper.
When I met her in court the next
morning, her eyes were red and puffy
from crying all night. "I didn't know
he could get busted- he's my boyfriend," she said. Dave appeared in
the dock, hand-cuffed, looking sleepy
and disheveled in his prison blues. He
made faces at his girl, trying to get
her to smile.
Dave's lawyer tried to get him bail
so he could go to his full-time job as a
stripper. After seeing the severity of
the charges, the judge refused and
added, "stripping is not a real job."
Dave was remanded in custody.
The girls drove me home in their
beat-up old clunker. As we chugged
along, they discussed whether to get
lunch or put gas in the car.
These were the big-time operators
referred to in "White slave ring"? No,
that was a Sun fantasy invented for
the titillation of its readers. The truth
was the cops had arrested the
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boyfriends of a couple of prostitutes
who worked together for safety
because they were friends. The truth
doesn't cast the cops in quite the same
light- or sell as many papers.
The Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes (CORP) has long
wanted to do a magazine because of
incidents like this. CORP is a group
of currently working male and female
prostitutes founded in 1983 by a street
whore who had been busted one time
too many. We see prostitution as a
job, not a crime. We lobby for the
repeal of discriminatory laws like the
communicating and pimping laws.
We also try to influence public
opinion. We aren't ashamed of being
prostitutes. Since we all have to work,
prostitution is as good a job as any
and better than most.
The straight press, like the Sun, lies
about our lives. They indulge in a
daily orgy of whore-bashing, holding
us up to scorn and ridicule. Those
grotesque stereotypes in ''White slave
ring" are used to justify repressive
laws against us. If we are less than
human, anything can be justified.
Stiletto will be an honest forum for
the exchange of ideas, stories and
information about the law, our rights,
the business, safe-sex practices and
anything else of interest to working
prostitutes. Let's expose the cops,
courts, bad tricks, and manipulative
social workers and all of those who
trample on our human rights.
We need your help, as a prostitute,
to make this work. Write to us about
the magazine, your work, and your
experiences with things like the law.
Send us your personal stories, poems
and cartoons. We hope to publish
every two months.
Those people who trample on our
rights and victimize us rely on our
silence to do so. By remaining silent,
we contribute to our own victimization. CORP hopes that, with
Stiletto, we'll be able to speak out and
fightback.
Were the Campaign to Deaimimdize Pn>Stitution.
Ryan Hotchkiss, editor
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Ryan Hotchkiss is a member of the
Canadian Organization for the rights of
Prostitutes (CORP) and is one of the three
female AIDS educators who work with the
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project.
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Don't delay - join the campaign today!
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Politicians discuss "zone of tolerance"
W
ard 2 city councillor Chris
Korwin-Kuczynski and
Ward 6 Metro councillor Jack Layton
are seriously looking into the idea of a
red-light wne and/or a "zone of tolerance." Last November 6, the pair held
a meeting at City Hall to discuss the
possibilities.
In the letter inviting people to
attend the meeting, Korwin-Kuczynski wrote that, "it is a medical fact
that prostitution contributes to the
spread of communicable diseases."
We know this so-called fact is simply
not true. At the meeting CORP
strongly objected to Korwin-Kuczynski' s statement and cited several of
the many (local, national and international) scientific studies that prove
our point.
CORP is against mandatory health
checks because they are actually dangerous to our health. If we had to get
checked for sexually transmitted
diseases (STD) every week or so, as
they do in red-light wnes in other
parts of the world, we would probably
be required by a city bylaw to carry a
card with our STD status on it. Imagine how difficult it will be to try and
get a customer to wear a condom if
our STD card says we don't have
anything. Public health departments
don't get guys to use condoms, prostitutes do. These cards will ruin all of
the front-line education to customers
that prostitutes have done over the
years. Connie Clement, representing
the Medical Officer of Health, also
stated that the evidence shows that
prostitutes are not a danger to the
public health because most prostitutes
require their clients to use condoms.
Jennifer Stephens spoke at length
on behalf of the Elizabeth Fry Society
explaining that E Fry is also against
mandatory STD checks because they
would make it more difficult for prostitutes to get clients to use condoms
and because such tests would be
degrading to prostitutes. Stephens
explained E Fry's position that prostitution should be decriminalized,
rather than legalized, because legalization treats prostitutes as mere prod-
ucts to be bought and sold whereas
decriminalization treats prostitutes as
human beings deserving of dignity.
Korwin-Kuczynski, who did not
have any evidence to back up his
position that prostitutes are disease
spreaders, conceded that he was not
well informed on prostitution and the
spread of STDs. To his credit, he
changed his position; many politicians would stick to their position
without regard for how wrong they
were or how many people they hurt.
CORP representatives also got a
chance to express concern about
where prostitutes would be allowed to
work. We said that we would not
endorse an area outside of the city or
in an industrial area. We proposed
that if prostitutes were allowed to
work on streets that are zoned as
commercial, without being arrested
and harassed by the police, then we
wouldn't work on residential streets.
In response to this, Jack Layton
suggested the creation of "zones of
tolerance." He agreed that the best
place for these such zones would be
on commercially zoned streets inside
the city. In the case of a street that is
zoned mixed residential and commercial, like Jarvis Street, Layton
suggested prostitutes and residents
could meet at City Hall to work out
conflicts. For example, if the residents
of an apartment block did not want us
to work outside their building, we
could agree to work on the next
commercial block. As long as we
didn't work on residential streets,
under this proposal, we would not be
arrested or harassed. Layton is aware
that we cannot all be lumped into one
area and that the areas must be large
enough. CORP stated that we would
like to see as few prostitutes forced to
move as possible.
Inspector John Jackson, of 14 division, represented the police in the
meeting. Jackson doesn't have the
power to make any decisions and was
filling in for his boss, Superintendent
John Getty. Jackson said he would.
"welcome any move to lessen the
impact of prostitution in residential
neighbourhoods." However, it may be
difficult to get the police to give up
the easy and profitable work of policing prostitution. We certainly do prop
up the police arrest statistics. But the
situation is not hopeless. If we can
work this out with the residents, our
chances of getting the police to
co-operate will be greatly improved.
There are some differences
between the "zone of tolerance" being
proposed and a standard red-light
zone. Red-light districts are a product
of"legalization," which views
prostitution as a vice that needs to be
contained and controlled. These
controls are always arbitrary and
make the business more dangerous for
prostitutes. Sex workers complain that
they get to keep much less of their
money under legalization. The
red-light zone/legalization solution
does not include prostitutes in the
decision-making process. These are
just some of the reasons why attempts
to "legalize" prostitution always fail.
It is only logical that if a system is
contemptuous of us we will be
contemptuous of it
The "zone of tolerance" approach
sees prostitution as a business that
needs fair regulation. This approach
encourages all groups affected, including prostitutes, to communicate with
each other in order to work out solutions. Working with residents' groups
may be difficult because we have
seen each other as enemies for so
long. It isn't decriminalization, under
which we would be allowed to work
anywhere, but it's not as bad as a.
standard red light zone. Our problem
with both types of zones is that as
soon as a prostitute steps out of the
area, she could be chucked in jail.
This is discrimination. She should be
treated like any other business person
- the worst that should happen is
that she would have to pay a $53 fine
for breaking a bylaw.
A date for the next meeting hasn't
been set yet, but we expect it to be in
late January. CORP will be there and
we hope you will too. Phone us at
588-9037 to find out when the next
meeting is or if you want more information about it. This is your issue and
your voice is damned important here.
Valerie Scott
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The goods on "The Works"
You've seen their ads in NOW: "Are
you shooting up? ..." The Works, the
needle exchange at 660 Dundas West
We've all heard about the place so I
paid them a visit and here's what I
discovered.
I dropped in on them in a rather
clandestine manner; no mention was
made of who I was, my CORP
affiliation, etcetera. I was simply a
customer with two used needles to
exchange. They offered me clean
needles at the rate of up to 10 to one.
I wasn't asked ifl was a user, or the
user; I was simply asked how many
needles I would like. I took 20 - why
not? No other questions were asked,
although the person minding the store
was curious as to how I heard about
the project. Lubed or dry condoms,
condom wallets, small packets of
personal lubricant, and bleach kits
(which also contained condoms and
personal lube) were also available
free for the taking, along with the
usual reams of safe-sex and safedrug-use literature. So far pretty
routine, right? Did I say no other
questions were asked? Well, not quite.
Before the project worker gave me
my 20 needles I had to be assigned a
"personal code." When I asked why, I
was told, "It's for the government ...
they want us to keep track of the
number of people we serve." Uh-huh.
This personal code is derived in the
following manner: they use the first
letter of your first name, the second
and third letters of your mother's first
name, and the month and year you
were born.
This information was recorded on a
form which also had areas designated
for other info such as your age and
"general comments." I was the fourth
person written up on one particular
page and while I was there only my
personal code was entered. You could
easily give them any letter/number
combination you wanted to contrive
(in order to totally maintain your
anonymity). My only question is why
bother with such a thing at all? If The
Works must keep a tally of the clients
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they serve for the Ministry, I would
think that a simple numeric total
would be enough. What difference
would it make if they aided four
people three times each or 12 people
once? A need is a need.
Assigning personal codes to patrons of a service such as The Works
bothers me. What can a person with a
computer discover about me based on
the information I have surrendered?
Can someone determine my social
insurance number? Is the project trying to take a census of the intravenous
drug users in Toronto? If so, why?
And, of course, is any of this information available to the police? I found
The Works to be generous with their
goodies but stingy with information.
You can come to your own
conclusions.
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Alexandre Highcrest
Wanna make a movie?
In celebration of its 15th anniversary,
Studio D - the women's studio of the
National Film Board (NFB) - asked
for proposals from Canadian women
for films about what was on their
minds and in their hearts. The studio
received 240 proposals and chose 17
filmmakers, each of whom will make
a five-minute film. These 17 films
will be screened together all over the
country. One of them will be made by
Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn is a stripper, occasional
prostitute and outreach worker for the
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project You
may have seen her- she's the crazy
lady who rides around Cabbagetown
on her bike giving out condoms in the
middle of the night The film she will
make for the NFB is called Prowling
by Night.
Do you know about "Sperm Whale"?
Any girl who has been on the street a
few months has heard of Sperm
Whale, a huge cop often assigned to
large sweeps. He's dangerous. He
really gets off on power and humiliation. He forces girls to suck him off,
sometimes at gunpoint, and steals
their money. One girl we spoke to had
been assaulted and robbed by him and
then given 30 seconds to run. He told
Prosti+u+es' W;\ahte
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her that if he could catch her after the
30-second lead, she'd be arrested. If
enough of us complain about Sperm
Whale, we can get the police department to do something. Maybe we can
get him off morality. If you've had
experiences with him, or with other
police- good, bad or indifferent, we
want to hear about them. Contact us at
Stiletto at 588-9037.
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Prowling by Night will document
the experiences of street girls working
in the Parkdale area of Toronto. The
film will have the look of an adult
cartoon. The story will be told
through a puppet play which will be
filmed. That way people can get
involved and be represented without
having to appear on camera.
The film's characters will be figures created out of paper and fabric. If
you would like to draw a picture or
make a figure of yourself, your dates,
or your local pigs, Gwendolyn wants
to hear from you. She needs ideas for
what should be said, and will need
voices for the sound track. There is
money to pay hos who would like to
get involved. Call and leave her a
message on the CORP answering
machine-964-0150.
Pony rides again ...
Prostitutes of New York (PONY) is
alive and kicking ... again. PONY,
originally founded in the mid-1970s,
when many prostitutes' groups around
the world were first being formed, has
been around and around and around.
The group lapsed after a couple of
years and was then revived in 1979 by
ex-streetwalker Iris de la Cruz. PONY
was particularly active in the summer
of 1980 when New York cops intensified harassment of working girls in
mid-town Manhattan. During preparations for the Democratic Party convention, arrests more than doubled,
fines were 50% higher, and one girl
even threw herself into the East River
because she was so desperate to
escape the police.
PONY worked with supporters to
attempt to monitor the cops' behaviour on the street and to discourage
the brutality and illegal busts which
characterize most arrests of prostitutes in New York. Later that year the
group had an influx of x-rated film
actresses, nude models and peepshow performers while the "moral
majority" and Women Against
Pornography tried to make life
difficult for the people who worked in
those branches of the sex trade. But
PONY eventually lapsed into
inactivity again.
In October 1989, a diverse group of
current and former sex workers and
their friends - including some who
had been involved in the earlier
PONYs-decided to form PONY (&
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FRIENDS) to get the group going
again. In a statement outlining their
history, the group predicts that the
1990s will be the "Decade of the Sex
Worker." The group's statement says
that they want to "extend (and defend)
women's sexual freedom. Whether
we have sex for reproduction, recreation or financial remuneration is our
own business, not the government's!
A new threat to our sexual freedom,
civil liberties and physical safetyAIDS, and the way local and national
governments are handling it - has also
helped to inspire PONY's rebirth."
Their Statement of Purpose begins:
"PONY (& FRIENDS) is a fonnal
organization of sex workers and sex
workers' rights advocates, dedicated
to the decriminalization and deregulation of prostitution. PONY calls
for an end to all street sweeps, to the
use of entrapment and other forms of
police violence, illegality or harassment in the enforcement of existing
prostitution laws. PONY is dedicated
to raising public awareness that sex is
an essential, nourishing part of life
and that commercial sex is of benefit
to humanity."
Chris Bearchell
Hassle Free Clinic
for birth control and sexually transmitted diseases
556 Church Street, at Wellesley, 2nd floor, Suite 2
Women's Clinic phone:
922-0566
hours: Mon, Wed, Fri -10 am to 3 pm
Tues & Thurs - 4 pm to 8 pm
by appointment
STD drop-in (no appointment necessary)
Tues & Thurs - 4 pm to 6 pm
Men's Clinic phone:
922-0603
hours: Mon & Wed -4 pm to 9 pm
Tues & Thurs - 10 am to 3 pm
Fri - 4 pm tp 7 pm
Sat-10 am to 2 pm
no appointment necessary
free and confidential health-care services.
Hassle free does anonymous HIV testing.
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Living well is the best revenge
l' ve been a whore for the last ten
years and it has taken just about that
long to get used to the looks that
people in "straight" society give me.
You know the
looks I mean if
you've ever worked
the streets for a
living. Little bleached
blond bitches from
Rosedale, walking
down the street with
their boyfriends,
giggling and pointing.
(f charge more than
di1mcr and a few
drinks, honey.)
Drugstore clerks that
sell you safes and
judge you in a glance.
(They should be glad
I'm using them.)
Blue-haired grandmas
and housewives who
stare at you while you
eat dinner. (Look Martha, they eat
food'.)
People who are not connected with
the business or know very little about
it show their ignorance on a regular
basis. Over the most human
functions. Eating in a restaurant,
buying groceries on your way home,
going to a movie before work. (Yes
indeed, whores go to movies!) Some
dates and people I meet are amazed
that I have hobbies and interests and a
life of my own.
My one true passion is motorcycling. Nothing gives me the same
kind of thrill as being in the wind and
sailing down the highway. One of the
strangest looks I ever got came to me
this summer when I was riding my
bike downtown. I pulled up to a red
light and looked over to notice one of
Summer survival skills mean
dodging the do-gooders
Leaning against the old brick of
Grosvenor Street, trying to enjoy the
last of the summer's warmth and
higher prices amidst the social
workers and tricks. Both in their
own uniforms, silently frightened of
one another. However, the social
workers prevail, and the tricks leave
the strip with their tails between
their legs, and virgin billfolds.
I try to make some sort of contact
with the john across the street as the
Covenant House motor home draws
slowly up and eases into the parking
space directly in front of me.
Covenant House, Salvation Army,
lnner City Youth, On the Street, and
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a host of other social service weirdo
helping hands. One guy, a cast-off,
fired, I believe, from the Sally Ann,
drives up, me thinking him a leather
fag, and announces himself a saint
who pulls us lost little creatures
from this dirty boulevard and up to
this twisted man's closeted heaven.
Later, getting coffee at the
Covenant House van after an insane
argument about pedophilia with the
staff, I sit and watch a self-proclaimed ex-hustler talk about the horribleness of drugs to an on-van young
woman social worker who is
obviously nodding out on junk, but
nevertheless is in full agreement
my recent dates parked beside me. I
smiled. He recognized me. His mouth
dropped open. (You could almost
hear him thinking, "She does something besides suck cocks.")
I pulled away. Cars honked
at him to go. The shock on
some people's faces is
incredible.
Try to understand the
poor man's confusion. It
was during working hours
and there I was riding
around having a good time
like other people. It's like
those school exercises you
' did when you were small.
One of these things does
not belong: warm summer
night, well-tuned bike, full
tank of gas, whore not
working. (You know which
one the guy in the car
chose.)
Anyway, the point is, the
looks never stop. I don't know if they
ever will. But after ten years, they get
a little easier to take. And sometimes
they are even amusing. When you 're
pulling away from a green light on a
warm summer night
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with this sad boy's tired rhetoric.
And so, pissed off, I leave the
do-gooder haven and plunge into the
sea of social workers starving the
street. To my final, broke, junk-sick
dismay, I see a hustler I know
chatting up two Salvation Army
zealots about how he doesn't work
any more, how he's back in school,
how terrible the streets are ... foaming at the mouth, trying so hard to
impress and be accepted by people
who don't have an ounce of respect
for him. Come to think of it, I don't
have a hell of a lot of respect for him
now, either.
Time to call it quits for tonight
No money out here anyway.
Julian
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The life and times of Sarah Jane Creech Orchard by Ryan Hotchkiss
emember the women in
Saturday afternoon Westerns?
Thin, harried, wearing a calico-print
dress, holding a shotgun, surrounded
by a flock of scruffy children. Or, the
straight-laced school teacher who
married the sheriff.
Occasionally, we would get a
glimpse of another kind of woman.
When the saloon doors flew open they
could be seen laughing, drinking with
the men, decked out in
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feathers, satin and sequins.
The bad girls. These
women were where the
action was. To me and my
girlfriend, who claims that
old Westems made her a
prostitute, they seemed to
be having a much better
time than those good girls.
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What a sight she must have been
with her stylish silk gowns, snowy
egret plumbs in her hair, a marabou
feather boa around her shoulders and
a flashy necklace made of gold coins
around her neck. She wore her glossy
black hair piled high on her head,
with soft ringlets framing her
features. Although she stood no more
than five feet, she was one hundred
pounds of kinetic energy. Business
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ne such bad girl was ..
Sarah Jane Creech . ·
Orchard, or Sadie, to her · ·
friends. She had been an
actress in London and came
to America in 1885, at 35.
She settled in Kingston,
New Mexico, which was
dubbed the "Gem of the
Black Range" for its
spectacular gold strikes.
Kingston was a booming
little settlement. It had a
brick hotel, a bank
crammed with gold and silver, 22
saloons, but no church.
Sadie opened her first bordello on
Virtue Lane and employed several
Cyprian Sisters, as prostitutes were
called in those days. The combination
of gold and the fact that men outnumbered women by more than two
to one at that time west of the
Mississippi meant that Sadie's
business thrived. She had some very
influential clients and friends. They
loved her coarse Cockney accent, her
sense of humour and the fact that she
could curse with the best of them.
was so good that she brought Lillian
Russel, the queen of the stage, over
from London, England, to perform at
the Kingston theatre.
When Sadie learned that Kingston
had no church, she sent her girls out
to take up a collection in the saloons
and stores. Gamblers threw in ruby
stick pins and snake-eye rings, miners
tossed in bags of gold dust, her girls
put in brooches and earrings and
Sadie herself donated her favourite
diamond necklace. She raised $1,500
- enough to build a small stone
church. Unfortunately for Sadie, she
had built the church because she
yearned for some of that good-girl
status and respectability. So when the
church was built, Sadie and her girls
got all dressed up to attend a Sunday
service. They were given the cold
shoulder by the good girls of
Kingston. Their husbands, who were
Sadie's customers, gave her nothing
more than knowing smiles. She strode
out of the church, never to return.
When the gold dried up in
Kingston, Sadie moved
on to Hillsboro where she
married James W.
Orchard, who was
president of the Mountain
Pride Stagecoach Line.
The line had 65 horses,
one express wagon and
two of the finest coaches
money could buy.
While she was married, Sadie took a leave
of absence from the life
and became a stagecoach
driver. The route that she
drove was through the
Sierras Diablo, or devil
mountains (so named
because they were
savagely rugged). She
then built a first-class
restaurant called the
Ocean Grove Hotel.
The Mountain Pride
prospered until the mines of Hillsboro
dried up. Sadie refused to help her
husband pay his debts and so he was
forced to sell the stagecoach line.
Shortly after that, she threw him out
for drinking too much.
Sadie's hotel did quite well for a
while. Since Hillsboro was the county
seat of Sierra County trials were held
there. Judges, lawyers and witnesses
were her patrons. Sadie kept a diary
with notes about all the important
men who were her customers. In it
she recorded their pet names, their
comings and goings and their plots
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and affairs. If one of them refused to
back a project of hers, she would
threaten to make the diary public.
These projects often benefited the
community.
Eventually she opened two
brothels, one at each end of town. She
spent her days at the Ocean Grove
Hotel and her nights dressed up in her
finest, playing madam at her bordellos. Her houses were frequented by
the most powerful men in those parts.
Hillsboro's fortunes took a turn for
the worse in 1914, with a flood that
was quickly followed by an influenza
epidemic, then a drought and then the
depression.
During the epidemic, Sadie closed
her hotel and tended to the sick. She
cooked and cleaned house for stricken
families; she found homes for orphans
and laid out their parents. She supported whole families and took the
children's coffins to the graveyard
herself. She even cut up her own
dresses to line the children's coffins.
Eventually, the town was abandoned by all but a few. Sadie sold the
Ocean Grove to her cook, Tom Ying,
and the girls left.
Although she died penniless at
close to 90 and was buried in a pauper's
grave, I bet she had a lot of fine
memories to look back on.
This information came from an essay
by Mary' n Rosson, entitled "A good
old gal" in the paperback, The
Women who made the West,
published by Avon Books, 1980.
.History Repeats Itself
The strippers were
burned this time
In 1984, in Toronto, Theatre du
P'lit Bonheur set out to raise
money for the burn unit at
Wellesley Hospital. The benefit, a
perfonnance of striptease, raised
$2,000. However, the hospital
executive rejected the donation.
The hospital refused to take the
strippers' dirty money.
R.H.
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Advice your mother never gave you
Dear Miss Trix:
The other day, my girlfriend and I
were doing a double. While we were
doing the old two-girl show, the client
produced a 14" cucumber from the
inside right breast pocket of his suit
jacket.
How he ever kept it hidden, I'll
never know. Luckily my girlfriend
was horny at the time and has a great
sense of humour, and so she allowed
him to fuck her with a third of it
However, when he asked me,
"Would you like some, baby?" I
replied, in a rather cold tone, 'Tm not
into vegetables." I don't put anything
in my cunt at work that doesn't come
in a few minutes. He accepted my
refusal without pressing the point.
Later, my girlfriend said I should
have handled the situation more
delicately. She recommended that I
say, "I'm sorry baby, but I prefer the
real thing." What do you think?
Signed,
Cool as a cucumber
Dear Cool:
While I can understand your
resentment toward an act not
previously agreed upon, I must agree
with your girlfriend. Even though you
must have wanted to take that 14"
cucumber and shove it right down his
throat. A trick into such a massproduced, boring fantasy is sure to
respond to a little superficial ego
stroking. "Stroke it right and he'll
come faster," is Miss Trix motto.
Your girlfriend sounds like one smart
whore.
In the event that he left the
offending member behind, you could
also prepare a delicious, nutritious
salad. Just peel, seed and slice the
little beastie (this should provide
some vicarious satisfaction) and grate
it fine or coarse, as you prefer. Mix in
about a cup of yogurt, a handful of
dill (fresh, of course!) and a pinch of
cumin (isn't cooking sensual?). A half
a cup of walnuts is optional but
provides that little unexpected
something extra.
Your ever-versatile,
Miss Trix
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Yeast? Feed your
pussy well
A few years back - it must have
been the summer of 1985 - I was
plagued by that annoying imbalance
in the system that is commonly called
yeast. When the body's friendly
bacteria become outnumbered by the
nasty bacteria there's an overgrowth
of microscopic parasites that wiggle
their tails and make you itchy and
drippy down there. The sticky
discharge is white or pale yellow and
rather embarrassing.
Like many of my friends, I experimented with diet, eliminating one
food after another. I've used creams
and tablets from the establishment
medical profession. All to no avail.
The only time the symptoms
cleared up from diet was when I was
on a total fast They came right back
with a vengeance as soon as I
resumed eating. The gooey creams,
purple paint and crumbly insertable
tablets didn't work on a pennanent
basis either.
Finally, one day in a small-town
health food store, I stumbled upon a
cure. The brand name of the product I
found is Fem Flora. The pretty box
contains five packets of powdered
lactobacillus acidophilus organisms,
which is basically the same thing
that's in yogurt.
The instructions on the back of the
box tell you to dissolve one fivegram packet in a quart of lukewarm
water for use as a hygienic douche.
This stuff works like magic. The
discharge is gone right away and
stays away for a long time.
The infonnation inside the box tells
you how the natural vaginal flora may
be destroyed by antibiotics,
anti-infective agents and oral
contraceptives.
Not all health food stores carry this
product but the larger ones may be
open to ordering it.
Fem Flora really works. No fuss.
No mess. No bother. No embarrassing
trips to the physician. I keep it
stocked in my fridge.
heads are almost paying the tricks
instead of the other way around. If we
could just keep the prices up and have
even the smallest amount of patience,
boys, we'd be making a hell of a lot
more money and have better control
over our business.
Let's stop kissing ass to those
tightwads - unless the price is right
Julian
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How to battle the
bargain hunters
A good place to stay away from in the
winter is boystown. Not a fucking
cent to be made. When you do snag a
trick long enough to talk to him, he'll
insult the hell out of you with offers
of tiny amounts of money. They
figure you're cold and desperate so
they can get bargain rates.
Makes me absolutely livid. Boys
out there will go for 30 or 40 bucks.
And so many of the guys in NOW are
are undercutting- some of the fuck-
Two local politcians tied for the first of our dubious honours. Mayor Art Eggleton
and June Rowlands, chair of the Police Commission, were just back from
lobbying against us in Ottawa in early November when they got the chance to
slander pros and ourcustomers in print Rowlands claimed that the cost of
treating prostitutes for sexually transmitted diseases in Metro is $12. million or
more a year. Even the health department is trying to figure out where she got that
information. Would you believe she made it up? Send us your suggestions for
next issue's incredible jerk award.
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Justice Committee reviews the effects
of the "communicating" law
In December 1985 parliament passed
Bill C-49 which amended Section
195.1 of the Criminal Code of Canada, making it illegal "to communicate
with or to stop a person in a public
place [including a car] for the purpose
of obtaining the services of a prostitute." Bill C-49 also said that this law
had to be reviewed after three years.
Late in November 1989, the
Canadian Association of Chief of
Police appeared before the Justice
Committee, which is reviewing the
law, with the request that Parliament
make "communicating" a much
heavier bust. Now it is only a
summary conviction offence, but if
the cops get their way it will become
indictable. The chiefs said they need
the law changed so they can
photograph and fingerprint the girls
and guys they are arresting before
they are convicted because so many
are failing to appear in court.
They are also afraid that the
Supreme Court will strike down
Volume I, Issue 1 - January, 1990
is the newsletter of
the Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes - CORP
Signed articles represent the
opinions of the authors only.
Editor- Ryan Hotchkiss
Production - Chris Bearchell and
Ryan Hotchkiss, with the help of
Edna Barker, Danny Cockerline,
Gwendolyn, Valerie Scott,lrit Shimrat
Contributing to this issue Chris Bearchell, Danny Cockerline,
Alexandre Highcrest, Ryan
Hotchkiss, J., Julian, L., Valerie Scott
Address- Box 1143, Station F,
Toronto, ON M4Y 2T8
Phone- (416) 964-0150, 588-9037
Call for advertising rates.
Deadline for Volume I, Issue 2 is
March 1, 1990.
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Section 195.1 because it goes against
the Charter of Rights guarantee of
free speech.
But the cops aren't the only ones to
have their say. The Canadian Organization for the Rights of Prostitutes
(CORP) also appeared before the
review committee and submitted a
written brief. In the brief CORP
repeated all those things that we've
been saying about the communicating
law all along.
We always said that C-49 would
not stop street prostitution - and it
hasn't. CORP has been saying that the
communicating law would adversely
affect prostitutes - and it has. (The
fewer customers there are, as a result
of crackdowns, the less choosy people
working the streets can afford to be
and the less bargaining power they
have.) We said that the new law
would be costly to enforce and that it
would mean less police attention to
serious problems - which has
happened. And we maintained that
the communicating law is a violation
of human rights - which it is. When
CORP representatives Valerie Scott,
Ryan Hotchkiss and Alexandre
Highcrest appeared before the
committee, they repeated it all in
person, too.
As well as hearing from interested
parties, the committee hired researchers in Halifax, Montreal, Toronto,
Calgary and Vancouver to take an indepth look at of the effects of the new
law. This research was published in
Street Prostitution: Assessing the
impact of the law.
The research on Toronto covers
1986 and 1987 and contains such
information as: how many prostitutes
and customers were busted for communicating (5,368), how many of the
charges were against customers (45%
or 2,415), how many of the pros were
guys (5% or 147), how many were
girls (95% or 2,805), how many customers were sentenced to custody
(2% or 48) and how many of the working girls and guys who were charged
did time in jail (23% or 678).
The reports also talk about how the
cops made the busts. In Toronto they
hired 90 more cops, and an unspecified number of new clerks to keep up
with the paper work. This part of the
cost of enforcing the communicating
law totaled at least $4,500,000 in
1988 alone. The police in all the cities
that were surveyed regularly organized large-scale sweeps. In Toronto
these are conducted by the morality
bureau - using cops from a number of
divisions - with male cops posing as
customers or female cops as prostitutes. It seems that they never bust the
customers of male prostitutes; could it
be that there are no cops out there
willing to pose as hustlers?
Working girls responded with
strategies of their own, according to
the Toronto report. Some women
would ask a potential customer to
touch their breasts before discussing
business - or to show them his cock.
Reports from boystown suggest that
guys are asking potential customers to
kiss them before discussing business.
Some girls worked in groups of two,
three or four to increase the chance of
recognizing undercover cops. Some
would wait until the customer talked
about business details first, or wait
until they were in the privacy of a
hotel room to discuss acts and prices;
others stuck to dates with regulars.
Some customers responded to the
heat by asking the women they
approached if they were cops and
some working girls asked men that
question, although the report says the
cops are not above lying in order to
entrap someone.
CORP's solution to this horrendous
abuse of human rights and waste of
tax money is the decriminalization of
prostitution As our brief says, "Decriminalization will satisfy the ratepayers' groups who want prostitution
off residential streets, and it will satisfy the majority of Canadians who
prefer justice to moralism. It will end
the shameful situation wherein thousands of Canadians go homeiess and
jobless, while our governments spend
millions of dollars enforcing a law
that does nothing more than punish
people for trying to make a living."
Chris Bearchell
and sharing needles." Most prostitutes
knew this and were acting
accordingly; a Western Canada study
of prostitutes found that 80% used
condoms, a much higher percentage
than any other group in society. We
were sick of hearing the social
workers taking credit for being front
the hundreds of prostitutes who were
line workers in the battle against
using condoms, and who were quite
AIDS when prostitutes weren't just
capable of saving ourselves.
telling people to have safe sex. We
1986 was also the year that the
were showing them.
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project (PSSP)
PSSP produced safe sex pamphlets,
got its· start. Fed up with all the bad
cards, radio ads and buttons ("I'm a
Safe Sex Slut/Pro/Ho,"
"Safe Sex - Make It
•·.·• , Your Business") to show
; ~ that prostitutes were not
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1 part of the problem, we
were part of the solution.
· ~Since 1986 we have fought
to have people give
.·.· ., / . .·.. ~ ~J-i '¼~ prostitutes credit for the
Who are those whores with the free
condoms, anyway?
The story in the Globe and Mail
announced that the Federal
Government was planning a study
that would prove that prostitutes were
spreading AIDS from gay men and
IV-drug users to the heterosexual
population. The year was
1986.
It was the year that the
media in Canada began
blaming prostitutes for
heterosexual AIDS, despite
the fact that not a single
Canadian had gotten AIDS
from a prostitute. It was
also the year that the police,
always looking for an
excuse to bust our asses,
began arguing that they
needed to stop prostitution
in order to stop AIDS. The
residents blamed prostitutes
for spreading AIDS at the
same time they were
whining about prostitutes
littering condoms all over.
And the social workers
jumped on the bandwagon (or is it the
gravy train?) too. "Yes," they said,
"prostitutes are spreading AIDS, but
if you give us more money we'll save
them." They never bothered to defend
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and others who use AIDS
as an excuse to violate our
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In 1988wereceived
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money from the City of
Toronto and the Province
of Ontario to help
prostitutes educate our
customers about AIDS. So
how is PSSP different from the
traditional social service agencies?
Stay tuned to the next issue to find out.
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press, and all the bad laws, members
of the Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes, all of whom are
prostitutes, decided enough is enough.
"AIDS is not spread by prostitution,"
we said, "It is spread by unsafe sex
Danny Cockerline
Working Girl
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sex for free. We use condoms for fucking to prevent AIDS. Many of us use
condoms for blow jobs too. This way we do not get herpes, syphilis, venereal
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But some prostitutes think they only need to use condoms for work. Not true.
Condoms are for lovers, too.
And if you shoot drugs, never share a needle unless you clean it first with bleach.
For more information, call 926-1626 or 392-AIDS.
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"communicating for the purpose of prostitution"
In this issue...
News
City politicians consider a
"zone of tolerance" pg 3
A report on The Works pg 4
NY is getting it together pg 5
Prowling by night pg 4
Editorial
Introducing Stiletto pg 2
Personal stories
Surviving do-gooders pg 6
Safe sex is our business
Who are those whores with
free condoms, anyway? pg 11
The wages of sin
Minding our business pg 9
Body Talk
Feed your pussy well pg 8
History
Wild west hos! pg 7
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Introducing Stiletto, the spunky new
magazine for prostitutes
"White slave ring smashed,"
screamed the Toronto Sun headline.
The story was one of the exploitation
and degradation of young women
lured into, and then trapped in,
prostitution. Pimping charges had
been laid and a couple of men were
being held in custody. These were
big-time operators. Chalk, one up for
the boys in blue.
Later that evening, I got a call from
a girl in the business who I'll call
Debbie. She was crying. Her boyfriend, Dave, had been arrested and
she wanted help getting him out Her
girlfriend was in the same situation.
Debbie asked if I'd seen the Sun
today and then identified herself and
her friends as the "white slave ring"
referred to in the paper.
When I met her in court the next
morning, her eyes were red and puffy
from crying all night. "I didn't know
he could get busted- he's my boyfriend," she said. Dave appeared in
the dock, hand-cuffed, looking sleepy
and disheveled in his prison blues. He
made faces at his girl, trying to get
her to smile.
Dave's lawyer tried to get him bail
so he could go to his full-time job as a
stripper. After seeing the severity of
the charges, the judge refused and
added, "stripping is not a real job."
Dave was remanded in custody.
The girls drove me home in their
beat-up old clunker. As we chugged
along, they discussed whether to get
lunch or put gas in the car.
These were the big-time operators
referred to in "White slave ring"? No,
that was a Sun fantasy invented for
the titillation of its readers. The truth
was the cops had arrested the
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boyfriends of a couple of prostitutes
who worked together for safety
because they were friends. The truth
doesn't cast the cops in quite the same
light- or sell as many papers.
The Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes (CORP) has long
wanted to do a magazine because of
incidents like this. CORP is a group
of currently working male and female
prostitutes founded in 1983 by a street
whore who had been busted one time
too many. We see prostitution as a
job, not a crime. We lobby for the
repeal of discriminatory laws like the
communicating and pimping laws.
We also try to influence public
opinion. We aren't ashamed of being
prostitutes. Since we all have to work,
prostitution is as good a job as any
and better than most.
The straight press, like the Sun, lies
about our lives. They indulge in a
daily orgy of whore-bashing, holding
us up to scorn and ridicule. Those
grotesque stereotypes in ''White slave
ring" are used to justify repressive
laws against us. If we are less than
human, anything can be justified.
Stiletto will be an honest forum for
the exchange of ideas, stories and
information about the law, our rights,
the business, safe-sex practices and
anything else of interest to working
prostitutes. Let's expose the cops,
courts, bad tricks, and manipulative
social workers and all of those who
trample on our human rights.
We need your help, as a prostitute,
to make this work. Write to us about
the magazine, your work, and your
experiences with things like the law.
Send us your personal stories, poems
and cartoons. We hope to publish
every two months.
Those people who trample on our
rights and victimize us rely on our
silence to do so. By remaining silent,
we contribute to our own victimization. CORP hopes that, with
Stiletto, we'll be able to speak out and
fightback.
Were the Campaign to Deaimimdize Pn>Stitution.
Ryan Hotchkiss, editor
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ID CDP: do CORP. Bu 1143. Stadia F. Tmalll. ON U4Y 2T8
Ryan Hotchkiss is a member of the
Canadian Organization for the rights of
Prostitutes (CORP) and is one of the three
female AIDS educators who work with the
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project.
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Don't delay - join the campaign today!
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Politicians discuss "zone of tolerance"
W
ard 2 city councillor Chris
Korwin-Kuczynski and
Ward 6 Metro councillor Jack Layton
are seriously looking into the idea of a
red-light wne and/or a "zone of tolerance." Last November 6, the pair held
a meeting at City Hall to discuss the
possibilities.
In the letter inviting people to
attend the meeting, Korwin-Kuczynski wrote that, "it is a medical fact
that prostitution contributes to the
spread of communicable diseases."
We know this so-called fact is simply
not true. At the meeting CORP
strongly objected to Korwin-Kuczynski' s statement and cited several of
the many (local, national and international) scientific studies that prove
our point.
CORP is against mandatory health
checks because they are actually dangerous to our health. If we had to get
checked for sexually transmitted
diseases (STD) every week or so, as
they do in red-light wnes in other
parts of the world, we would probably
be required by a city bylaw to carry a
card with our STD status on it. Imagine how difficult it will be to try and
get a customer to wear a condom if
our STD card says we don't have
anything. Public health departments
don't get guys to use condoms, prostitutes do. These cards will ruin all of
the front-line education to customers
that prostitutes have done over the
years. Connie Clement, representing
the Medical Officer of Health, also
stated that the evidence shows that
prostitutes are not a danger to the
public health because most prostitutes
require their clients to use condoms.
Jennifer Stephens spoke at length
on behalf of the Elizabeth Fry Society
explaining that E Fry is also against
mandatory STD checks because they
would make it more difficult for prostitutes to get clients to use condoms
and because such tests would be
degrading to prostitutes. Stephens
explained E Fry's position that prostitution should be decriminalized,
rather than legalized, because legalization treats prostitutes as mere prod-
ucts to be bought and sold whereas
decriminalization treats prostitutes as
human beings deserving of dignity.
Korwin-Kuczynski, who did not
have any evidence to back up his
position that prostitutes are disease
spreaders, conceded that he was not
well informed on prostitution and the
spread of STDs. To his credit, he
changed his position; many politicians would stick to their position
without regard for how wrong they
were or how many people they hurt.
CORP representatives also got a
chance to express concern about
where prostitutes would be allowed to
work. We said that we would not
endorse an area outside of the city or
in an industrial area. We proposed
that if prostitutes were allowed to
work on streets that are zoned as
commercial, without being arrested
and harassed by the police, then we
wouldn't work on residential streets.
In response to this, Jack Layton
suggested the creation of "zones of
tolerance." He agreed that the best
place for these such zones would be
on commercially zoned streets inside
the city. In the case of a street that is
zoned mixed residential and commercial, like Jarvis Street, Layton
suggested prostitutes and residents
could meet at City Hall to work out
conflicts. For example, if the residents
of an apartment block did not want us
to work outside their building, we
could agree to work on the next
commercial block. As long as we
didn't work on residential streets,
under this proposal, we would not be
arrested or harassed. Layton is aware
that we cannot all be lumped into one
area and that the areas must be large
enough. CORP stated that we would
like to see as few prostitutes forced to
move as possible.
Inspector John Jackson, of 14 division, represented the police in the
meeting. Jackson doesn't have the
power to make any decisions and was
filling in for his boss, Superintendent
John Getty. Jackson said he would.
"welcome any move to lessen the
impact of prostitution in residential
neighbourhoods." However, it may be
difficult to get the police to give up
the easy and profitable work of policing prostitution. We certainly do prop
up the police arrest statistics. But the
situation is not hopeless. If we can
work this out with the residents, our
chances of getting the police to
co-operate will be greatly improved.
There are some differences
between the "zone of tolerance" being
proposed and a standard red-light
zone. Red-light districts are a product
of"legalization," which views
prostitution as a vice that needs to be
contained and controlled. These
controls are always arbitrary and
make the business more dangerous for
prostitutes. Sex workers complain that
they get to keep much less of their
money under legalization. The
red-light zone/legalization solution
does not include prostitutes in the
decision-making process. These are
just some of the reasons why attempts
to "legalize" prostitution always fail.
It is only logical that if a system is
contemptuous of us we will be
contemptuous of it
The "zone of tolerance" approach
sees prostitution as a business that
needs fair regulation. This approach
encourages all groups affected, including prostitutes, to communicate with
each other in order to work out solutions. Working with residents' groups
may be difficult because we have
seen each other as enemies for so
long. It isn't decriminalization, under
which we would be allowed to work
anywhere, but it's not as bad as a.
standard red light zone. Our problem
with both types of zones is that as
soon as a prostitute steps out of the
area, she could be chucked in jail.
This is discrimination. She should be
treated like any other business person
- the worst that should happen is
that she would have to pay a $53 fine
for breaking a bylaw.
A date for the next meeting hasn't
been set yet, but we expect it to be in
late January. CORP will be there and
we hope you will too. Phone us at
588-9037 to find out when the next
meeting is or if you want more information about it. This is your issue and
your voice is damned important here.
Valerie Scott
Stiletto\3
The goods on "The Works"
You've seen their ads in NOW: "Are
you shooting up? ..." The Works, the
needle exchange at 660 Dundas West
We've all heard about the place so I
paid them a visit and here's what I
discovered.
I dropped in on them in a rather
clandestine manner; no mention was
made of who I was, my CORP
affiliation, etcetera. I was simply a
customer with two used needles to
exchange. They offered me clean
needles at the rate of up to 10 to one.
I wasn't asked ifl was a user, or the
user; I was simply asked how many
needles I would like. I took 20 - why
not? No other questions were asked,
although the person minding the store
was curious as to how I heard about
the project. Lubed or dry condoms,
condom wallets, small packets of
personal lubricant, and bleach kits
(which also contained condoms and
personal lube) were also available
free for the taking, along with the
usual reams of safe-sex and safedrug-use literature. So far pretty
routine, right? Did I say no other
questions were asked? Well, not quite.
Before the project worker gave me
my 20 needles I had to be assigned a
"personal code." When I asked why, I
was told, "It's for the government ...
they want us to keep track of the
number of people we serve." Uh-huh.
This personal code is derived in the
following manner: they use the first
letter of your first name, the second
and third letters of your mother's first
name, and the month and year you
were born.
This information was recorded on a
form which also had areas designated
for other info such as your age and
"general comments." I was the fourth
person written up on one particular
page and while I was there only my
personal code was entered. You could
easily give them any letter/number
combination you wanted to contrive
(in order to totally maintain your
anonymity). My only question is why
bother with such a thing at all? If The
Works must keep a tally of the clients
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they serve for the Ministry, I would
think that a simple numeric total
would be enough. What difference
would it make if they aided four
people three times each or 12 people
once? A need is a need.
Assigning personal codes to patrons of a service such as The Works
bothers me. What can a person with a
computer discover about me based on
the information I have surrendered?
Can someone determine my social
insurance number? Is the project trying to take a census of the intravenous
drug users in Toronto? If so, why?
And, of course, is any of this information available to the police? I found
The Works to be generous with their
goodies but stingy with information.
You can come to your own
conclusions.
:
Alexandre Highcrest
Wanna make a movie?
In celebration of its 15th anniversary,
Studio D - the women's studio of the
National Film Board (NFB) - asked
for proposals from Canadian women
for films about what was on their
minds and in their hearts. The studio
received 240 proposals and chose 17
filmmakers, each of whom will make
a five-minute film. These 17 films
will be screened together all over the
country. One of them will be made by
Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn is a stripper, occasional
prostitute and outreach worker for the
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project You
may have seen her- she's the crazy
lady who rides around Cabbagetown
on her bike giving out condoms in the
middle of the night The film she will
make for the NFB is called Prowling
by Night.
Do you know about "Sperm Whale"?
Any girl who has been on the street a
few months has heard of Sperm
Whale, a huge cop often assigned to
large sweeps. He's dangerous. He
really gets off on power and humiliation. He forces girls to suck him off,
sometimes at gunpoint, and steals
their money. One girl we spoke to had
been assaulted and robbed by him and
then given 30 seconds to run. He told
Prosti+u+es' W;\ahte
Gwde
her that if he could catch her after the
30-second lead, she'd be arrested. If
enough of us complain about Sperm
Whale, we can get the police department to do something. Maybe we can
get him off morality. If you've had
experiences with him, or with other
police- good, bad or indifferent, we
want to hear about them. Contact us at
Stiletto at 588-9037.
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Prowling by Night will document
the experiences of street girls working
in the Parkdale area of Toronto. The
film will have the look of an adult
cartoon. The story will be told
through a puppet play which will be
filmed. That way people can get
involved and be represented without
having to appear on camera.
The film's characters will be figures created out of paper and fabric. If
you would like to draw a picture or
make a figure of yourself, your dates,
or your local pigs, Gwendolyn wants
to hear from you. She needs ideas for
what should be said, and will need
voices for the sound track. There is
money to pay hos who would like to
get involved. Call and leave her a
message on the CORP answering
machine-964-0150.
Pony rides again ...
Prostitutes of New York (PONY) is
alive and kicking ... again. PONY,
originally founded in the mid-1970s,
when many prostitutes' groups around
the world were first being formed, has
been around and around and around.
The group lapsed after a couple of
years and was then revived in 1979 by
ex-streetwalker Iris de la Cruz. PONY
was particularly active in the summer
of 1980 when New York cops intensified harassment of working girls in
mid-town Manhattan. During preparations for the Democratic Party convention, arrests more than doubled,
fines were 50% higher, and one girl
even threw herself into the East River
because she was so desperate to
escape the police.
PONY worked with supporters to
attempt to monitor the cops' behaviour on the street and to discourage
the brutality and illegal busts which
characterize most arrests of prostitutes in New York. Later that year the
group had an influx of x-rated film
actresses, nude models and peepshow performers while the "moral
majority" and Women Against
Pornography tried to make life
difficult for the people who worked in
those branches of the sex trade. But
PONY eventually lapsed into
inactivity again.
In October 1989, a diverse group of
current and former sex workers and
their friends - including some who
had been involved in the earlier
PONYs-decided to form PONY (&
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FRIENDS) to get the group going
again. In a statement outlining their
history, the group predicts that the
1990s will be the "Decade of the Sex
Worker." The group's statement says
that they want to "extend (and defend)
women's sexual freedom. Whether
we have sex for reproduction, recreation or financial remuneration is our
own business, not the government's!
A new threat to our sexual freedom,
civil liberties and physical safetyAIDS, and the way local and national
governments are handling it - has also
helped to inspire PONY's rebirth."
Their Statement of Purpose begins:
"PONY (& FRIENDS) is a fonnal
organization of sex workers and sex
workers' rights advocates, dedicated
to the decriminalization and deregulation of prostitution. PONY calls
for an end to all street sweeps, to the
use of entrapment and other forms of
police violence, illegality or harassment in the enforcement of existing
prostitution laws. PONY is dedicated
to raising public awareness that sex is
an essential, nourishing part of life
and that commercial sex is of benefit
to humanity."
Chris Bearchell
Hassle Free Clinic
for birth control and sexually transmitted diseases
556 Church Street, at Wellesley, 2nd floor, Suite 2
Women's Clinic phone:
922-0566
hours: Mon, Wed, Fri -10 am to 3 pm
Tues & Thurs - 4 pm to 8 pm
by appointment
STD drop-in (no appointment necessary)
Tues & Thurs - 4 pm to 6 pm
Men's Clinic phone:
922-0603
hours: Mon & Wed -4 pm to 9 pm
Tues & Thurs - 10 am to 3 pm
Fri - 4 pm tp 7 pm
Sat-10 am to 2 pm
no appointment necessary
free and confidential health-care services.
Hassle free does anonymous HIV testing.
Stiletto\5
Living well is the best revenge
l' ve been a whore for the last ten
years and it has taken just about that
long to get used to the looks that
people in "straight" society give me.
You know the
looks I mean if
you've ever worked
the streets for a
living. Little bleached
blond bitches from
Rosedale, walking
down the street with
their boyfriends,
giggling and pointing.
(f charge more than
di1mcr and a few
drinks, honey.)
Drugstore clerks that
sell you safes and
judge you in a glance.
(They should be glad
I'm using them.)
Blue-haired grandmas
and housewives who
stare at you while you
eat dinner. (Look Martha, they eat
food'.)
People who are not connected with
the business or know very little about
it show their ignorance on a regular
basis. Over the most human
functions. Eating in a restaurant,
buying groceries on your way home,
going to a movie before work. (Yes
indeed, whores go to movies!) Some
dates and people I meet are amazed
that I have hobbies and interests and a
life of my own.
My one true passion is motorcycling. Nothing gives me the same
kind of thrill as being in the wind and
sailing down the highway. One of the
strangest looks I ever got came to me
this summer when I was riding my
bike downtown. I pulled up to a red
light and looked over to notice one of
Summer survival skills mean
dodging the do-gooders
Leaning against the old brick of
Grosvenor Street, trying to enjoy the
last of the summer's warmth and
higher prices amidst the social
workers and tricks. Both in their
own uniforms, silently frightened of
one another. However, the social
workers prevail, and the tricks leave
the strip with their tails between
their legs, and virgin billfolds.
I try to make some sort of contact
with the john across the street as the
Covenant House motor home draws
slowly up and eases into the parking
space directly in front of me.
Covenant House, Salvation Army,
lnner City Youth, On the Street, and
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a host of other social service weirdo
helping hands. One guy, a cast-off,
fired, I believe, from the Sally Ann,
drives up, me thinking him a leather
fag, and announces himself a saint
who pulls us lost little creatures
from this dirty boulevard and up to
this twisted man's closeted heaven.
Later, getting coffee at the
Covenant House van after an insane
argument about pedophilia with the
staff, I sit and watch a self-proclaimed ex-hustler talk about the horribleness of drugs to an on-van young
woman social worker who is
obviously nodding out on junk, but
nevertheless is in full agreement
my recent dates parked beside me. I
smiled. He recognized me. His mouth
dropped open. (You could almost
hear him thinking, "She does something besides suck cocks.")
I pulled away. Cars honked
at him to go. The shock on
some people's faces is
incredible.
Try to understand the
poor man's confusion. It
was during working hours
and there I was riding
around having a good time
like other people. It's like
those school exercises you
' did when you were small.
One of these things does
not belong: warm summer
night, well-tuned bike, full
tank of gas, whore not
working. (You know which
one the guy in the car
chose.)
Anyway, the point is, the
looks never stop. I don't know if they
ever will. But after ten years, they get
a little easier to take. And sometimes
they are even amusing. When you 're
pulling away from a green light on a
warm summer night
J.
with this sad boy's tired rhetoric.
And so, pissed off, I leave the
do-gooder haven and plunge into the
sea of social workers starving the
street. To my final, broke, junk-sick
dismay, I see a hustler I know
chatting up two Salvation Army
zealots about how he doesn't work
any more, how he's back in school,
how terrible the streets are ... foaming at the mouth, trying so hard to
impress and be accepted by people
who don't have an ounce of respect
for him. Come to think of it, I don't
have a hell of a lot of respect for him
now, either.
Time to call it quits for tonight
No money out here anyway.
Julian
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The life and times of Sarah Jane Creech Orchard by Ryan Hotchkiss
emember the women in
Saturday afternoon Westerns?
Thin, harried, wearing a calico-print
dress, holding a shotgun, surrounded
by a flock of scruffy children. Or, the
straight-laced school teacher who
married the sheriff.
Occasionally, we would get a
glimpse of another kind of woman.
When the saloon doors flew open they
could be seen laughing, drinking with
the men, decked out in
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feathers, satin and sequins.
The bad girls. These
women were where the
action was. To me and my
girlfriend, who claims that
old Westems made her a
prostitute, they seemed to
be having a much better
time than those good girls.
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What a sight she must have been
with her stylish silk gowns, snowy
egret plumbs in her hair, a marabou
feather boa around her shoulders and
a flashy necklace made of gold coins
around her neck. She wore her glossy
black hair piled high on her head,
with soft ringlets framing her
features. Although she stood no more
than five feet, she was one hundred
pounds of kinetic energy. Business
O
ne such bad girl was ..
Sarah Jane Creech . ·
Orchard, or Sadie, to her · ·
friends. She had been an
actress in London and came
to America in 1885, at 35.
She settled in Kingston,
New Mexico, which was
dubbed the "Gem of the
Black Range" for its
spectacular gold strikes.
Kingston was a booming
little settlement. It had a
brick hotel, a bank
crammed with gold and silver, 22
saloons, but no church.
Sadie opened her first bordello on
Virtue Lane and employed several
Cyprian Sisters, as prostitutes were
called in those days. The combination
of gold and the fact that men outnumbered women by more than two
to one at that time west of the
Mississippi meant that Sadie's
business thrived. She had some very
influential clients and friends. They
loved her coarse Cockney accent, her
sense of humour and the fact that she
could curse with the best of them.
was so good that she brought Lillian
Russel, the queen of the stage, over
from London, England, to perform at
the Kingston theatre.
When Sadie learned that Kingston
had no church, she sent her girls out
to take up a collection in the saloons
and stores. Gamblers threw in ruby
stick pins and snake-eye rings, miners
tossed in bags of gold dust, her girls
put in brooches and earrings and
Sadie herself donated her favourite
diamond necklace. She raised $1,500
- enough to build a small stone
church. Unfortunately for Sadie, she
had built the church because she
yearned for some of that good-girl
status and respectability. So when the
church was built, Sadie and her girls
got all dressed up to attend a Sunday
service. They were given the cold
shoulder by the good girls of
Kingston. Their husbands, who were
Sadie's customers, gave her nothing
more than knowing smiles. She strode
out of the church, never to return.
When the gold dried up in
Kingston, Sadie moved
on to Hillsboro where she
married James W.
Orchard, who was
president of the Mountain
Pride Stagecoach Line.
The line had 65 horses,
one express wagon and
two of the finest coaches
money could buy.
While she was married, Sadie took a leave
of absence from the life
and became a stagecoach
driver. The route that she
drove was through the
Sierras Diablo, or devil
mountains (so named
because they were
savagely rugged). She
then built a first-class
restaurant called the
Ocean Grove Hotel.
The Mountain Pride
prospered until the mines of Hillsboro
dried up. Sadie refused to help her
husband pay his debts and so he was
forced to sell the stagecoach line.
Shortly after that, she threw him out
for drinking too much.
Sadie's hotel did quite well for a
while. Since Hillsboro was the county
seat of Sierra County trials were held
there. Judges, lawyers and witnesses
were her patrons. Sadie kept a diary
with notes about all the important
men who were her customers. In it
she recorded their pet names, their
comings and goings and their plots
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and affairs. If one of them refused to
back a project of hers, she would
threaten to make the diary public.
These projects often benefited the
community.
Eventually she opened two
brothels, one at each end of town. She
spent her days at the Ocean Grove
Hotel and her nights dressed up in her
finest, playing madam at her bordellos. Her houses were frequented by
the most powerful men in those parts.
Hillsboro's fortunes took a turn for
the worse in 1914, with a flood that
was quickly followed by an influenza
epidemic, then a drought and then the
depression.
During the epidemic, Sadie closed
her hotel and tended to the sick. She
cooked and cleaned house for stricken
families; she found homes for orphans
and laid out their parents. She supported whole families and took the
children's coffins to the graveyard
herself. She even cut up her own
dresses to line the children's coffins.
Eventually, the town was abandoned by all but a few. Sadie sold the
Ocean Grove to her cook, Tom Ying,
and the girls left.
Although she died penniless at
close to 90 and was buried in a pauper's
grave, I bet she had a lot of fine
memories to look back on.
This information came from an essay
by Mary' n Rosson, entitled "A good
old gal" in the paperback, The
Women who made the West,
published by Avon Books, 1980.
.History Repeats Itself
The strippers were
burned this time
In 1984, in Toronto, Theatre du
P'lit Bonheur set out to raise
money for the burn unit at
Wellesley Hospital. The benefit, a
perfonnance of striptease, raised
$2,000. However, the hospital
executive rejected the donation.
The hospital refused to take the
strippers' dirty money.
R.H.
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Advice your mother never gave you
Dear Miss Trix:
The other day, my girlfriend and I
were doing a double. While we were
doing the old two-girl show, the client
produced a 14" cucumber from the
inside right breast pocket of his suit
jacket.
How he ever kept it hidden, I'll
never know. Luckily my girlfriend
was horny at the time and has a great
sense of humour, and so she allowed
him to fuck her with a third of it
However, when he asked me,
"Would you like some, baby?" I
replied, in a rather cold tone, 'Tm not
into vegetables." I don't put anything
in my cunt at work that doesn't come
in a few minutes. He accepted my
refusal without pressing the point.
Later, my girlfriend said I should
have handled the situation more
delicately. She recommended that I
say, "I'm sorry baby, but I prefer the
real thing." What do you think?
Signed,
Cool as a cucumber
Dear Cool:
While I can understand your
resentment toward an act not
previously agreed upon, I must agree
with your girlfriend. Even though you
must have wanted to take that 14"
cucumber and shove it right down his
throat. A trick into such a massproduced, boring fantasy is sure to
respond to a little superficial ego
stroking. "Stroke it right and he'll
come faster," is Miss Trix motto.
Your girlfriend sounds like one smart
whore.
In the event that he left the
offending member behind, you could
also prepare a delicious, nutritious
salad. Just peel, seed and slice the
little beastie (this should provide
some vicarious satisfaction) and grate
it fine or coarse, as you prefer. Mix in
about a cup of yogurt, a handful of
dill (fresh, of course!) and a pinch of
cumin (isn't cooking sensual?). A half
a cup of walnuts is optional but
provides that little unexpected
something extra.
Your ever-versatile,
Miss Trix
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Yeast? Feed your
pussy well
A few years back - it must have
been the summer of 1985 - I was
plagued by that annoying imbalance
in the system that is commonly called
yeast. When the body's friendly
bacteria become outnumbered by the
nasty bacteria there's an overgrowth
of microscopic parasites that wiggle
their tails and make you itchy and
drippy down there. The sticky
discharge is white or pale yellow and
rather embarrassing.
Like many of my friends, I experimented with diet, eliminating one
food after another. I've used creams
and tablets from the establishment
medical profession. All to no avail.
The only time the symptoms
cleared up from diet was when I was
on a total fast They came right back
with a vengeance as soon as I
resumed eating. The gooey creams,
purple paint and crumbly insertable
tablets didn't work on a pennanent
basis either.
Finally, one day in a small-town
health food store, I stumbled upon a
cure. The brand name of the product I
found is Fem Flora. The pretty box
contains five packets of powdered
lactobacillus acidophilus organisms,
which is basically the same thing
that's in yogurt.
The instructions on the back of the
box tell you to dissolve one fivegram packet in a quart of lukewarm
water for use as a hygienic douche.
This stuff works like magic. The
discharge is gone right away and
stays away for a long time.
The infonnation inside the box tells
you how the natural vaginal flora may
be destroyed by antibiotics,
anti-infective agents and oral
contraceptives.
Not all health food stores carry this
product but the larger ones may be
open to ordering it.
Fem Flora really works. No fuss.
No mess. No bother. No embarrassing
trips to the physician. I keep it
stocked in my fridge.
heads are almost paying the tricks
instead of the other way around. If we
could just keep the prices up and have
even the smallest amount of patience,
boys, we'd be making a hell of a lot
more money and have better control
over our business.
Let's stop kissing ass to those
tightwads - unless the price is right
Julian
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How to battle the
bargain hunters
A good place to stay away from in the
winter is boystown. Not a fucking
cent to be made. When you do snag a
trick long enough to talk to him, he'll
insult the hell out of you with offers
of tiny amounts of money. They
figure you're cold and desperate so
they can get bargain rates.
Makes me absolutely livid. Boys
out there will go for 30 or 40 bucks.
And so many of the guys in NOW are
are undercutting- some of the fuck-
Two local politcians tied for the first of our dubious honours. Mayor Art Eggleton
and June Rowlands, chair of the Police Commission, were just back from
lobbying against us in Ottawa in early November when they got the chance to
slander pros and ourcustomers in print Rowlands claimed that the cost of
treating prostitutes for sexually transmitted diseases in Metro is $12. million or
more a year. Even the health department is trying to figure out where she got that
information. Would you believe she made it up? Send us your suggestions for
next issue's incredible jerk award.
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Justice Committee reviews the effects
of the "communicating" law
In December 1985 parliament passed
Bill C-49 which amended Section
195.1 of the Criminal Code of Canada, making it illegal "to communicate
with or to stop a person in a public
place [including a car] for the purpose
of obtaining the services of a prostitute." Bill C-49 also said that this law
had to be reviewed after three years.
Late in November 1989, the
Canadian Association of Chief of
Police appeared before the Justice
Committee, which is reviewing the
law, with the request that Parliament
make "communicating" a much
heavier bust. Now it is only a
summary conviction offence, but if
the cops get their way it will become
indictable. The chiefs said they need
the law changed so they can
photograph and fingerprint the girls
and guys they are arresting before
they are convicted because so many
are failing to appear in court.
They are also afraid that the
Supreme Court will strike down
Volume I, Issue 1 - January, 1990
is the newsletter of
the Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes - CORP
Signed articles represent the
opinions of the authors only.
Editor- Ryan Hotchkiss
Production - Chris Bearchell and
Ryan Hotchkiss, with the help of
Edna Barker, Danny Cockerline,
Gwendolyn, Valerie Scott,lrit Shimrat
Contributing to this issue Chris Bearchell, Danny Cockerline,
Alexandre Highcrest, Ryan
Hotchkiss, J., Julian, L., Valerie Scott
Address- Box 1143, Station F,
Toronto, ON M4Y 2T8
Phone- (416) 964-0150, 588-9037
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Deadline for Volume I, Issue 2 is
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Section 195.1 because it goes against
the Charter of Rights guarantee of
free speech.
But the cops aren't the only ones to
have their say. The Canadian Organization for the Rights of Prostitutes
(CORP) also appeared before the
review committee and submitted a
written brief. In the brief CORP
repeated all those things that we've
been saying about the communicating
law all along.
We always said that C-49 would
not stop street prostitution - and it
hasn't. CORP has been saying that the
communicating law would adversely
affect prostitutes - and it has. (The
fewer customers there are, as a result
of crackdowns, the less choosy people
working the streets can afford to be
and the less bargaining power they
have.) We said that the new law
would be costly to enforce and that it
would mean less police attention to
serious problems - which has
happened. And we maintained that
the communicating law is a violation
of human rights - which it is. When
CORP representatives Valerie Scott,
Ryan Hotchkiss and Alexandre
Highcrest appeared before the
committee, they repeated it all in
person, too.
As well as hearing from interested
parties, the committee hired researchers in Halifax, Montreal, Toronto,
Calgary and Vancouver to take an indepth look at of the effects of the new
law. This research was published in
Street Prostitution: Assessing the
impact of the law.
The research on Toronto covers
1986 and 1987 and contains such
information as: how many prostitutes
and customers were busted for communicating (5,368), how many of the
charges were against customers (45%
or 2,415), how many of the pros were
guys (5% or 147), how many were
girls (95% or 2,805), how many customers were sentenced to custody
(2% or 48) and how many of the working girls and guys who were charged
did time in jail (23% or 678).
The reports also talk about how the
cops made the busts. In Toronto they
hired 90 more cops, and an unspecified number of new clerks to keep up
with the paper work. This part of the
cost of enforcing the communicating
law totaled at least $4,500,000 in
1988 alone. The police in all the cities
that were surveyed regularly organized large-scale sweeps. In Toronto
these are conducted by the morality
bureau - using cops from a number of
divisions - with male cops posing as
customers or female cops as prostitutes. It seems that they never bust the
customers of male prostitutes; could it
be that there are no cops out there
willing to pose as hustlers?
Working girls responded with
strategies of their own, according to
the Toronto report. Some women
would ask a potential customer to
touch their breasts before discussing
business - or to show them his cock.
Reports from boystown suggest that
guys are asking potential customers to
kiss them before discussing business.
Some girls worked in groups of two,
three or four to increase the chance of
recognizing undercover cops. Some
would wait until the customer talked
about business details first, or wait
until they were in the privacy of a
hotel room to discuss acts and prices;
others stuck to dates with regulars.
Some customers responded to the
heat by asking the women they
approached if they were cops and
some working girls asked men that
question, although the report says the
cops are not above lying in order to
entrap someone.
CORP's solution to this horrendous
abuse of human rights and waste of
tax money is the decriminalization of
prostitution As our brief says, "Decriminalization will satisfy the ratepayers' groups who want prostitution
off residential streets, and it will satisfy the majority of Canadians who
prefer justice to moralism. It will end
the shameful situation wherein thousands of Canadians go homeiess and
jobless, while our governments spend
millions of dollars enforcing a law
that does nothing more than punish
people for trying to make a living."
Chris Bearchell
and sharing needles." Most prostitutes
knew this and were acting
accordingly; a Western Canada study
of prostitutes found that 80% used
condoms, a much higher percentage
than any other group in society. We
were sick of hearing the social
workers taking credit for being front
the hundreds of prostitutes who were
line workers in the battle against
using condoms, and who were quite
AIDS when prostitutes weren't just
capable of saving ourselves.
telling people to have safe sex. We
1986 was also the year that the
were showing them.
Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project (PSSP)
PSSP produced safe sex pamphlets,
got its· start. Fed up with all the bad
cards, radio ads and buttons ("I'm a
Safe Sex Slut/Pro/Ho,"
"Safe Sex - Make It
•·.·• , Your Business") to show
; ~ that prostitutes were not
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1 part of the problem, we
were part of the solution.
· ~Since 1986 we have fought
to have people give
.·.· ., / . .·.. ~ ~J-i '¼~ prostitutes credit for the
Who are those whores with the free
condoms, anyway?
The story in the Globe and Mail
announced that the Federal
Government was planning a study
that would prove that prostitutes were
spreading AIDS from gay men and
IV-drug users to the heterosexual
population. The year was
1986.
It was the year that the
media in Canada began
blaming prostitutes for
heterosexual AIDS, despite
the fact that not a single
Canadian had gotten AIDS
from a prostitute. It was
also the year that the police,
always looking for an
excuse to bust our asses,
began arguing that they
needed to stop prostitution
in order to stop AIDS. The
residents blamed prostitutes
for spreading AIDS at the
same time they were
whining about prostitutes
littering condoms all over.
And the social workers
jumped on the bandwagon (or is it the
gravy train?) too. "Yes," they said,
"prostitutes are spreading AIDS, but
if you give us more money we'll save
them." They never bothered to defend
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fought agamst the pohce
and others who use AIDS
as an excuse to violate our
'rights.
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money from the City of
Toronto and the Province
of Ontario to help
prostitutes educate our
customers about AIDS. So
how is PSSP different from the
traditional social service agencies?
Stay tuned to the next issue to find out.
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press, and all the bad laws, members
of the Canadian Organization for the
Rights of Prostitutes, all of whom are
prostitutes, decided enough is enough.
"AIDS is not spread by prostitution,"
we said, "It is spread by unsafe sex
Danny Cockerline
Working Girl
OLDEST
PROFESSION
TIMES
A magazine published by
the Prostitutes Association
of South Australia
A newsletter published by
90's Ladies and Friends, a group
working for the repeal of laws
against prostitutes.
PASA
PO Box 7072, Hutt Street
Adelaide 5000
Australia
OPT, 1125 - 9th Street, Sacramento,
CA, 95814 USA
Stiletto\11
Prostitutes are safe sex pros.
Studies are finding that we are more likely to use condoms than people who have
sex for free. We use condoms for fucking to prevent AIDS. Many of us use
condoms for blow jobs too. This way we do not get herpes, syphilis, venereal
warts or anything else.
But some prostitutes think they only need to use condoms for work. Not true.
Condoms are for lovers, too.
And if you shoot drugs, never share a needle unless you clean it first with bleach.
For more information, call 926-1626 or 392-AIDS.
Produced by the Prostitutes' Safe Sex Project (PSSP), Box 1143, Station F,
Toronto, ON M4Y 2T8. (416) 964-0150, 588-9037.