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Details on the escorting post.
Aug. 3rd, 2004 12:45 amMy brief angsty post about escorting created mystery and intrigue (or just a bunch of questions about why I get threatened with mace weekly). Here's a general post to satisfy any inquiring minds...
First of all, here's what happened with the "Jenny Craig" woman.
Background. The woman in question was in her twenties, of color, very pregnant (and ironically very round on her own accord), and her appearance and language skills didn't suggest that she had ever benefited from formal higher education. She was accompanied by much older, Caucasian, pro-lifers who frequent the clinic. One of the other escorts suspected she was one of their "saves" from another clinic or one of those bogus pregnancy counseling centers.
Old Yeller, one of the antis who likes to scream, started yelling into the recovery room window. I ran over and immediately started singing over his pleas for the women to "get off the table and save [their] baby." The first song that came into my head? The Oscar Meyer song ("My bologna has a first name..."). *shrugs* It wasn't a planned anthem to pro-choice politics, it was just what popped out. My singing shut up Old Yeller but inspired Jenny Craig. She yelled out to me, "Oh yeah, my baby has a first name!" (Here's where I didn't behave.) And I responded, "oh yeah, what's its name? Unlucky?" And that's when she called me a fat bitch and told me that I needed to go to Jenny Craig. Her keepers then shuttled her away in a car that had a poster board on the back window that said, "Jesus loves you." Unless, of course, you're pro-choice. Or fat. *shrugs*
Mace and me.
We have a super nutter who shows up every single weekend dressed as a bloodied doctor or the grim reaper. His favorite trick is to run to the back of the clinic (where the patients walk from their cars to the clinic door) and scream (incredibly loudly) "save me mommy! they're hurting me mommy!" in a truly freaky high-pitched shriek. It's awful. We have a leaf blower outside to drown him out, but often he's loud enough to be heard above the din of the motor. I *hate* this guy. So, partly to shut him up and partly to needle him, I stand directly across from wherever he is on the other side of the fence ( I follow him if necessary) and sing Catholic Camp Songs OVER his screams. This used to intimidate him and he'd back off, but lately it's only inflamed him further and he's yanked out his can of pepper spray and pointed it at me. Whenever we grab the camera, he hides it behind his back.
I should mention at this point, that we are separated by a seven foot high wrought iron fence that also has a bamboo screen covering the slats between the bars. Without some sort of projectile weapon, it's impossible for me to credibly threaten this idiot through that fence--and I have never threatened him with anything but camp songs. His pepper spray intimidation is based on nothing more than his desire to terrorize me.
He's sprayed escorts in the past through the fence (although, those particular escorts had the leaf blower and managed to blow almost all of it back on him--hee hee!) and he even sprayed a partner who had tangled with one of the antis (the partner had already been sprayed by one of the other antis and was writhing on the ground when this nutter came up and sprayed him again).
The man is nuts. There's something missing in his eyes (he doesn't seem present) and if anyone's going to snap, I suspect it will be him. Scary. I probably should stop calling him a cock-sucker when he threatens me. *shrugs*
The Pro-Life Sheriff is pretty crappy about enforcing the buffer or citing the antis.
The suggestions about video-taping are good. I'm considering filming everything as a bystander (not an escort) this weekend. I'll be on the side of the fence where Mr. Insane hides his pepper spray and hopefully I'll get something on tape that illustrates what these people are really like and how they operate. Should be fun.
Thanks for all your posts!
First of all, here's what happened with the "Jenny Craig" woman.
Background. The woman in question was in her twenties, of color, very pregnant (and ironically very round on her own accord), and her appearance and language skills didn't suggest that she had ever benefited from formal higher education. She was accompanied by much older, Caucasian, pro-lifers who frequent the clinic. One of the other escorts suspected she was one of their "saves" from another clinic or one of those bogus pregnancy counseling centers.
Old Yeller, one of the antis who likes to scream, started yelling into the recovery room window. I ran over and immediately started singing over his pleas for the women to "get off the table and save [their] baby." The first song that came into my head? The Oscar Meyer song ("My bologna has a first name..."). *shrugs* It wasn't a planned anthem to pro-choice politics, it was just what popped out. My singing shut up Old Yeller but inspired Jenny Craig. She yelled out to me, "Oh yeah, my baby has a first name!" (Here's where I didn't behave.) And I responded, "oh yeah, what's its name? Unlucky?" And that's when she called me a fat bitch and told me that I needed to go to Jenny Craig. Her keepers then shuttled her away in a car that had a poster board on the back window that said, "Jesus loves you." Unless, of course, you're pro-choice. Or fat. *shrugs*
Mace and me.
We have a super nutter who shows up every single weekend dressed as a bloodied doctor or the grim reaper. His favorite trick is to run to the back of the clinic (where the patients walk from their cars to the clinic door) and scream (incredibly loudly) "save me mommy! they're hurting me mommy!" in a truly freaky high-pitched shriek. It's awful. We have a leaf blower outside to drown him out, but often he's loud enough to be heard above the din of the motor. I *hate* this guy. So, partly to shut him up and partly to needle him, I stand directly across from wherever he is on the other side of the fence ( I follow him if necessary) and sing Catholic Camp Songs OVER his screams. This used to intimidate him and he'd back off, but lately it's only inflamed him further and he's yanked out his can of pepper spray and pointed it at me. Whenever we grab the camera, he hides it behind his back.
I should mention at this point, that we are separated by a seven foot high wrought iron fence that also has a bamboo screen covering the slats between the bars. Without some sort of projectile weapon, it's impossible for me to credibly threaten this idiot through that fence--and I have never threatened him with anything but camp songs. His pepper spray intimidation is based on nothing more than his desire to terrorize me.
He's sprayed escorts in the past through the fence (although, those particular escorts had the leaf blower and managed to blow almost all of it back on him--hee hee!) and he even sprayed a partner who had tangled with one of the antis (the partner had already been sprayed by one of the other antis and was writhing on the ground when this nutter came up and sprayed him again).
The man is nuts. There's something missing in his eyes (he doesn't seem present) and if anyone's going to snap, I suspect it will be him. Scary. I probably should stop calling him a cock-sucker when he threatens me. *shrugs*
The Pro-Life Sheriff is pretty crappy about enforcing the buffer or citing the antis.
The suggestions about video-taping are good. I'm considering filming everything as a bystander (not an escort) this weekend. I'll be on the side of the fence where Mr. Insane hides his pepper spray and hopefully I'll get something on tape that illustrates what these people are really like and how they operate. Should be fun.
Thanks for all your posts!
