Tales From The Shelter – 31
Governor General Michaelle Jean has had her departing words from office. Ya? Well how come she never mentioned that she is solely reponsible for not obeying the Queen’s orders to deliver a letter and legal evidence from the Mohawk Clan Mothers that would start the process of first nations sovereignty??? Go back to Haiti, Michaelle…you are controvening Canada’s rights.
Prison chick has really pissed off Tele-tubby #2 because she put her laundry in the dryer and left it in over night….Tele-tubby wants to use the dryer so she was whining about it. I told her to just take Prison Chick’s clothes out and put her own clothes in. Prison Chick must be on warning here or something cuz the smell of marijuanna was coming from her room. She doesn’t hang out with us much as has some prison boy boyfriend….right, good combo! And that will help her on the road to recovery? NOT!
New Chick said she used to speedball crack and heroine. She comes to us from rehab and was only two weeks in the shelter (one day is enough of that place!). She asked who else was doing recovery and Teletubby #2 said she was and allowed how her ex would bring girls home, not women, girls, and she was forced to sit and watch or join in (he’d beat the crap out of her if she didn’t cooperate). she called it ‘sitting cock for rock’. Seems there’s an awful lot of bizarre sex stuff that goes on if crack or meth are involved….some guys can’t get it up and some guys can’t ejaculate, so they try whatever they can to arouse themselves and the sex trade grows. At least Ontario is becoming progressive about sex trade workers, realizing that arrest alone isn’t going to do anything to solve the problem.
Yeah, no kidding….the oldest profession in the world is just going to end by locking people up? Nuh uh. And the drugs today are so highly addictive (three times and you’re out!) that more and more young women are turning to peddling their asses. I’d say, ‘sucks’ but you might get the wrong idea :D.
I’m not sure what to do. I got asked to go to a birthday party friday night for the friend of the Queen of the Caribean and it involves a live band and salsa music, and sounds oh so good. BUT, I go to the sunshine coast on saturday and am afraid I’ll be too tired. I’d love to go out and dance but the frickin’ party doesn’t start till 8, which means dancing probably won’t start till 10. I know it’s not a heavy duty dilemna or anything but , good gawd, sometimes making decisions can be a bit weighty. Oh maybe I’ll just go!
Fucking time enough for one more cigarette then off to the chiropractor. My agoraphobia is acting up so even though it’s a beautiful day I haven’t been out yet. Crap.