Here I am after two days in the woman's shelter, although I differ on the authenticity of that title. I will hereby explain as to why...
I was frankly terrified at the time that I walked in. After making many phone calls that would give you no addresses, just phone numbers, I finally found a shelter that would take me in. I went to the address full of apprehension, not having the faintest idea of what to expect but nevertheless, expecting the worst. "Who are you, and what is your name?" came a voice from a vault door, surrounded by cameras. " I have an appointment here to meet with Clara," I replied. The voice from the door went away and came back..."we have no record of a meeting with you," was the response. Now I am not only terrified, as I watch the 'john's' doing their rounds, but annoyed. "I just got off the phone with Clara, and she invited me here...she is one of the workers here, is she not?" The cars started slowing down, one red car particularly, looking at me like I was prey for the taking. "Can you hurry up please," as I addressed the speaker box again. " I am very scared right now, and I am not safe at all out here!" Finally the door buzzed, and I was forced to throw open the mighty door. "Go to the second floor," I was instructed by the box. It was a very unwelcoming building, although you could see at some point that someone had tried. Damage colourful tile decorated the floor, although it was cracked and worn...many tiles even missing. The walls were solid brick, and although there were many windows, it resembled a prison. When I finally got to the second floor, a woman met me there. "I am Clara," she said, with a smile, " and you are?" I repeated my name again to her. "Come with me," she said with a smile, and I followed her into an office, clutching my handbag for dear life. "It is very daunting when you first get here, but you will find that you will adjust." " I am just thankful for the facilities that you offer and I am just grateful that I will not have to spend another night in my truck." I replied as I gave her a small smile...I meant what I said. After intake, I was thrown in with the residents, and what a shock that was for someone who has always lived more or less the whole of their life on the better side of the tracks.
The place was crawling with the unfortunates of society...One woman could barely walk, she was so high on something. Then I was introduced to 'Julie', a black man, wearing men's clothes, with long gel fingernails. I was advised that some of the girls are tough here, "but I am one of the gentle girls here," he/she explained, with the bend of the wrist, and a flourish of the hand. Beautiful, was my sarcastic commentary to myself. I sat in a chair in the smoking room, and proceeded to look around. The girls started laughing. "You look terrified," laughed a 400 lb girl, but then she stopped. "It is not that bad, you will see." She proceeded to tell a story about herself to the other girls in the room; I believe that she was the 'entertainment' in the facility.
"I just made $200.00 last night...no sex!" All the girls pricked up their ears. "How?", asked one, with obvious interest. "I beat a guy last night, he paid me to do it!!" I felt my jaw drop to the floor. "Yeah, I had to tie him up, and beat the shit out of the fucker. He also gave me a cattle prod to use on him...made him cum too! I just laid on him the beating of his life; He loved it!" Oh, my F-ing God, I thought to myself...just when I thought that I had heard everything! All the girls in the room were howling with laughter. I have to admit, I had to laugh too, but I am pretty sure that it was a reaction to the pure shock that I was feeling. "You are a dominatrix," I asked in horror, but with the smallest smile, so as not to have her think that I was judging her. "Oh, yeah," she said, "but I like to get the beats too, don't get me wrong. We have parties; no drugs, no alcohol, are the rules, but don't expect to come and not get bruised," she laughed. " I am 5 months pregnant, so there are limits to how much I can take a beating right now, but I will still take 'em. I LOVE it!!"
A few hours later, I come into the room again, and there is a girl having a seizure on the floor. "What happened?" I asked, feeling sorry for the party writhing on the floor. "Oh, this is her second one of the day", the dark haired girl replied..."She always has one of them after she has crack. She'll have two more before the day is done." I looked at the girl with sorrow. Does she not realize that she is doing this to herself?" It is unfortunate to say the least.
Last night a native american man came in with two huge hoop earrings in, a ladies diamondesque watch, and a cocktail ring...He also had the longest nails I have seen in a while, blood red in colour. He too was a resident of the shelter.
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