Body Shell Girl

Rose Hunter

• Verlag: Spinifex Press
• Jahr: 2022
• ISBN:
  9781925950519
• Auflage: 1
• Thema: Literature
• Thema: Women in Poetry

think of my body as a shell that I could vacate, not as metaphor, or symbolbut as a real possibility Body Shell Girl is a memoir in verse about the first two years of a decade that Rose Hunter spent in the sex industry in Canada. When Rose walked into a massage parlour in Toronto in 1997, she was looking for a temporary fix to pay rent and avoid having to go back to her home country of Australia.Awkward, shy and looking for a place to belong, she found herself in a strange world she understood little about, other than here she could make more than rent. She planned to use her earnings to buy herself an education that would secure the career of her dreams.Naively believing she could do only what was required of her, without trauma or side effects and leave the industry on her own terms, she was shattered by what unfolded. This is her story. It is also a searing portrayal of this dehumanising industry in all its destructive power.

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Portal, 1997

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Look, for months I ignored those ads

you know the ones, maybe:

Masseuses wanted!

$$$

cash paid DAILY

no experience necessary

!!!

Classified section of the Toronto Star cast out over

peanut butter brown, hardwood floors

of that share apartment near St Clair and Bathurst

black ink on fingertips, red pen poised:

retail, waitressing, shelf stocking

I got some interviews

I got a job in a photo shop

lasted three weeks before I went to lunch

permanently, seriously

required to sit staring into space

when there was nothing to do

which was often

my ‘storybooks’ as the manager called them, banned

it wasn’t the first time I’d come across that

and been amazed

the others could do it!

How

I tried and went crazy

so back to the start, I got an interview

a paid internship at a documentary film company

a dream job. Hanging everything on getting that job

which was a sure way for the universe not

to give it to you

not that I believed in that sort of thinking

but really I did, and really I didn’t

yet I was flying high

with imagining it, dizzy with wanting

and wishing and waiting

for my housemate’s phone to ring

but then it did

and it was no

the room echoed, the finality snapping

shut

but snap out of it, I’d try again

but for now I needed a job, any job

I got more interviews

but didn’t get those jobs either

demoralising, like my job searches always were

turns out a BA in English didn’t qualify me for much

and crumbling: the dream-wish that somehow

during this year’s working visa in Canada

I’d get that job I never could get in Australia

I’d keep that job I never could keep there

I’d find that home I never could there

and my life would finally start

but instead

rent loomed

and nothing in reserve

to qualify for the visa I’d borrowed money

got a printout of that bank statement

as my ‘proof of sufficient funds’

then gave the money back

I considered it a victimless crime

but oh no, what to do now

and so, one day

a neat steady circle

appeared around one of those ads

it was my hand that held the pen

I watched it join the curved edges of the line

then pause

a tiny red moon formed

which I smudged into a red comet

I stared at it. Picked up the phone.

Pressed two spirals of the cord

between my thumb and forefinger

allowed them to ease apart

pressed them together again

put the phone back. Ate a packet of Doritos

calculated this would take me approx.

half an hour to run off

kneeled in front of the toilet bowl

but no no, not now, do not

even let that idea in

God no no

I’d never call if I started on that

I picked up the phone again

my breath like skipping stones

maybe I could get in trouble for even calling?

No experience necessary to be a masseuse?

Well, it didn’t say massage therapist.

I’d heard about what they called ‘sex work’

in university, and how it was a job like any other

they said. Also a bit radical

and daring and even cool

at least in the groups I tried to fit in with

although none of us actually did it, that I knew of

but I also thought it was mostly illegal

so I didn’t think this could be that

if it was advertised in the main newspaper?

Maybe it was something borderline

like lingerie massaging? Did that exist?

Maybe I could do that? Maybe

you know, if I owned lingerie

and if anyone would pay to see me in it

when they saw me they’d laugh me out of the room

probably it was for models

but who knew who it was for

this was back in the days before I owned a computer

and before people googled everything, and life

in many ways, held more surprises

maybe it would be something I could do

it wouldn’t mean anything serious to me

like it might for normal people.

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