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by Theresa Dulce



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Tora was cracking me up. I was in Cleveland, Ohio for this conference for Harm Reduction. The people who go to these conferences are everyone from policy making suits to tap-a-vein drug users. We’re there to talk about stuff like needle exchange, acupuncture for drug users to mellow their craving, the drug war, and hepatitis C treatment and prevention.

Tora lands a bit of hash and she cuts it with pot and rolls it up for us in her no-smoking room. I met Tora at a few different sex worker happenings; she’s impossible to miss. She’s a street walk’n ho from SF, and has been pumping for the man for years now. She does outreach for disease prevention with other women between customers. Tora has a rap sheet the size of two phone books. This girl fights it when she gets arrested for prostitution. “Why leave it up to one asshole to decide? Increase your chances and take it in front of 12 people at least!” she tells me between tokes. Yeah dude. “Once you’re in the system, you’re fucked.” Tora said she switched to female lawyers to defend her, because every time it came to that, the judge dismissed the case.

How about jail? Does it suck or what. Oh yeah it sucks. Especially when some city jails have a policy to release the girl somewhere between 12 midnight and 4 am. “But this one time I was thrown in for the weekend and I had the best sex of my life!” Tora laughs out loud. Shad-up get out of here. “They threw me in with the older dykes who have been there a while. They called them ‘Oranges’ because their clothes were orange.” They turned her out like a horny biker love-me doll. And treated her like a princess. By the end of her ride, Tora had a pile of blankets on her bed, chocolate to eat, and complete immunity.

“After that one weekend, I never wanted a man again.” I wondered if that made work easier for her. We compared notes, and Tora said she preferred seeing a lot of customers for a short job than deal with a few at more than 10 minutes at a time. I think City Planners should take Hand Job Emporiums into serious consideration for Portland’s development. Are you for The Cause? Then please send your donations to Danzine 625 SW 10th #233B Portland, OR 97205 (503) 234-9615.



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