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the friday cinco 13 – talia gad [volunteer/advocate]

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I suppose this is what we’d like to think of when someone says ‘prostitution in America’. something of yesterday, telling ourselves that ‘no way is she a hooker, standing right there in front of the store’, imagining it to be some sort of movie scene, where her pimp – be it Harvey Keitel or Gary Oldman – gets his comeuppance in the end and she gets to finally move out of the city and meets someone like Richard Gere. I Googled ‘pimp’ for this interview, hoping to get a violent photo to catch your attention, but could only find Halloween costumes worn by white frat boys. ‘human trafficking’ came back with a lot of images from Asia and Africa… but nothing on the good ole US. no sir, we don’t have that – a few whores here-and-there, sure, but an argument can be made for how acceptable it might be should they have the same treatment as those nice ladies in Holland. we don’t have it – got done with that whole slavery thing long ago and learned our lessons. we’ll give some money to UNICEF and make a Hollywood blockbuster about one of them marrying the chai wallah who won ‘Who Wants To Be A Millionare’ and all sleep easier, cause there’s always a way out.

but that’s not it.

that’s not it at all.

‘trafficking’ says Talia Gad, ‘makes people think of ‘international’ because so much trafficking (especially drug trafficking) begins with cross-border transportation. but human trafficking just refers to the illegal trade of people for the purpose of commercial sexual exploitation or forced labor.’

Talia, I should explain, is someone I met for a short few hours on my birthday a few years back in Los Angeles. I was immediately drawn to her manner of speaking – half sass and all honest. but an honesty that didn’t offend as much as let you know where her beliefs lie. over the years, we’ve kept in touch and I occasionally would see her posting something about ‘sex slaves’ or ’24-hour help line’ and, admittedly, write it off to someone else jumping on the Peace Train. but the Facebook updates kept coming and she then began a charity drive for the program she was volunteering with, so I sent her an email to ask about it all.

and then she emailed me back, witholding the gruesome details, but mentioning enough to turn my stomach.

I kind of hope it does yours.

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how’d you get involved in this in the first place?

I’ve been volunteering in this field since ’94 when I spent 18 months doing crisis phone response for domestic violence, sexual assault, suicide, etc.

Then in 2001, I volunteered doing hospital response for sexual assault, domestic violence, and elder abuse for a couple of years. While that was all very intense, the sexual assaults were the hardest, particularly because the forensic exam is so invasive. But when you’re holding a woman’s hand while she’s going through the most difficult experience of her life, and you’re her only support, it’s easy to commit to it.

I learned about the Sexual Assault Resource Center when I was working at Planned Parenthood (doing prevention education), and I was asked to do a presentation about contraception. I fell in love with this place.

All the agencies I’d volunteered for in the past had been loaded with anger and despair: people with a the-world-is-a-bad-place-and-all-men-are-rapists attitude. SARC is first agency I’ve come across that is full of love and hope. It’s contagious. Have I mentioned how I love this place?

so what is SARC?

In a teeny nutshell, check out the fundraising page.

Our website is very sad, but we have a volunteer that’s going to hopefully help it look decent. In the meantime: www.sarcoregon.org

There’s a lot going on here. The heart of our agency is the 24-Hour Support Line that does crisis phone response as well as hospital support during an exam, police department support if reporting, and youth shelter support for trafficked kids.

And it might surprise some that Portland has some of the worst trafficking in the country.

We also do:
High School Prevention Education (10-session curriculum in 6 schools)
Case Management for Trafficked Youth
Latina Case Management Program
Mental Health Program for Individual and Group Counseling

I manage the Volunteer Program that does screening and training for 70 volunteers, half of which volunteer 25-60 hours a month on the Crisis Line doing phone and in-person response.

We do this with 10 staff at 2 sites for under $500K.

but when we talked, you mentioned ‘trafficked youth’ and that phrase is usually reserved for third-world countries, no?

Trafficked youth: Good question. You’re right: “trafficking” makes people think of “international” because so much trafficking (especially drug trafficking) begins with cross-border transportation. But human trafficking just refers to the illegal trade of people for the purpose of commercial sexual exploitation or forced labor.

Domestic trafficking begins when girls (mostly girls, although boys are also trafficked, particularly those who are gay or transgendered) find themselves without care and support either because they were kicked out of their homes, have run away, were sold by drug-addicted parents in exchange for drugs or rent, or any other series of events that leads to them finding themselves alone.

Then the sequence looks something like this:

* Dude comes up to a vulnerable girl and says, “Hey, baby. You’re so beautiful. I’m going to take care of you, feed you, and show you how good life can be.” Having nothing else, she buys into it.

* The next couple weeks/months are spent with food, clothes, and a caretaker, as well as a growing dependence on drugs — that plus her being further removed from her family, friends, and school.

* Then the Dude springs something like this: “Hey, baby, we’re running out of money, and I need you to earn your keep. How about you have sex with my friend like you do so good with me. That’ll help us out so much.” By now she needs him, and she knows that he’ll be mad if she doesn’t, so she turns her first trick.

* The cycle spirals from here. The relationship becomes more and more controlled, and she has fewer and fewer options (“I have no one else to turn to, and at least he loves me”). The physical abuse increases. She turns more tricks to earn him money and maintain his affection.

* Pretty soon her boyfriend (yes, she still thinks of him as her boyfriend) is making her earn a minimum dollar amount each day, and if she doesn’t, she doesn’t get to eat. Or she doesn’t get drugs. Or worse. A fairly common deal is that $300 a day keeps a girl from getting a beat down.

By the time we meet them, they’re terrified to leave the Life. These dudes are violent, as most sex trafficking is driven by gangs, so that even when their boyfriend-pimps get picked up, the girls are still in danger. Girls also get disappeared, which is what keeps us from being able to do street outreach; just talking to them can get them disappeared.

The abuse is extraordinary. Think of a venn diagram where these girls are at the intersection of domestic violence, sexual assault, child sexual abuse, gang violence, and general fucked-upness. That’s where they live. With a bunch of other girls in the stable (yes, the pimps refer to their girls as their stable). Have I mentioned that the average age of girls initiated into trafficking is 13?

and where do you all step in?

SARC has an active caseload of about 70 girls between 2 case managers. The average girl’s file stays open for about 3-6 months, which means that we’ll see about 150 girls a year [this will change when we get funding to support more than 2 case managers].

We generally have to wait for the girls to get picked up by cops for prostitution and brought into shelter.  Sometimes we see them just once, but it’s typically for long enough to bribe them with a change of clothes, toiletries, a blanket of their own that they can take to crash on someone’s couch — anything to offer some sense of comfort. They usually decline the help, but at least they know it’s there. Most often they run (it’s not a lock-down shelter), but we still keep hope that they’ll turn up again, especially if they stick around for long enough to hear about the options they have to leave.

It often takes us a few times of meeting up with them before they’re ready to trust us enough to risk leaving the Life. But when they do leave — get straight, go back into school, or are reunited with people that will care for them — that feeling is what fuels us to keep working at it.

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I could have asked a lot more questions, as I had quite a few, as I hope you do too. if you click on the above link, you can see that Talia reached her personal goal of raising fund, so it’d be easy to pat her on the back and close this window. but like she said, Portland has some of the highest trafficking numbers in the country, and that isn’t something that just stops. so, sure, money if this something that grabs you. and if anyone is handy with designing web pages, I know they’d appreciate the help. it just really kind of seemed more important to let it be said, to let it be known, that things like this still happen, are still happening even in our own cities.

and I reckon if more people start to realize that, then people like Talia will be able to spend more time on the phones with the people who need to talk, as opposed to having to talk to people still need to work on their listening.

do what you want if you will, but if any of this made you stop for a second, then pass it on.

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note: with complete transparency, I did preface this interview with a mention of Movember. and we’ll get to that, but putting a photo of my facial hair didn’t exactly seem right in comparison with people who are actually putting their hearts into help.

saigon ’10 photos

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are up here. don’t look if you’re not a fan of walls. or plastic chairs against walls.

something.

so, the other day, I took full advantage of having free internet [laugh if you will, that plus hot water are always a nice surprise for me] by downloading [will let you guess which legal route I took] all the Maceo Parker I could.

and everyone should, as he’s the only man alive bad enough to play with The Funky Three…

James Brown

George Clinton

Prince

… why are you still here and why are you not on ISO Hunt iTunes?

so anyway, I downloaded about 14 albums and then compiled them all into a folder and opened ‘em all up to find that, crap, not all tracks were labeled. which meant I had random Maceo Parker tracks all throughout my music!

and then I realized that wasn’t such a band thing.

I’ve been humming this tune for the past 3 days.

please join me.

Maceo Parker – Tell Me Something

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miss [and mr.] saigon

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did we move to Ho Chi Minh City last week? yes we did. it wasn’t all about which cuisine to eat, although that did make for a funny little story and hopefully ‘funny’ is what you’ll think of when you think of me as opposed to ‘why is his big toe sticking out of his flip-flop?’ and then ‘maybe because he has freakish feet is the reason he travels’ and then it all gets weird and you stop inviting me over for dinner.

I don’t want that.

so yes, we did move to Ho Chi Minh City. you can also call it Saigon if you want. Vietnam if you’re looking to be really general about the whole thing.

why?

well, it’s like this, see; I like Josie, but she is, unfortunately [in more than one way], Canadian. which meant she couldn’t work in San Francisco. not like I had the thousands of monies to move to San Francisco anyway and so we thought maybe we could stay in England, but what with the most recent entry obstacles and the fact that England is fun and great but crap and shit in the winter, we found ourselves wondering all sorts of things… mostly where the hell to live and make money for next year’s sailing trip.

and then I opened up my email to find a ‘hello, stranger!’ type correspondence from Kate and Collin in Vietnam and then they accidentally said something like ‘we miss you’ or ‘we thought about you’ or ‘how are you?’ and I took that to mean ‘please move here with your new girlfriend and stay with us for a spell’ and so we did just that… ’cause I’m all about appeasing my pals.

so here I sit, typing away in a home with not one, but two catwalks – and not to worry, I’m going to take a few photos of that. we’re going to get our own little place in a few weeks and then work-work-work until next March and then it’s back to England [they might only allow Josie in which means she really needs to brush up on her sailing skills seeing how she'd have to take H.M.S. Absurdity over to meet me in France] and out for another adventure.

wow! you might say, or at least think, if you’re not the person to say ‘wow!’ out loud, Aric sure does like his adventures and then I’d agree, but remind you, again, that this, as are most of my funs, was made possible by nice and generous friends.

all I had to do is show up.

I mean ‘we’ – all we had to do is show up.

got to get used to typing that.

me first and the gimme gimme’s.

look, I’ll be the first to admit I’m clumsy at relationships. I’ve been living out of a backpack and ordering foods in bad accents for over a decade and I guard my independence with such violent defense mechanisms, you’d might even think I was selfish and immature…

but I assure you, stupid-face, I am not.

so when I fell for a girl with strawberry-blonde hair and a Canadian accent, I should have known that a certain few things were going to have to be compromised. and if I didn’t know it when I fell for her, I should have seen it coming when she started making ridiculous demands like refusing to go #2 in my little boat’s toilet.

which was a perfectly fine bucket.

then food came up. and of all the things I do not vibe with [belly-buttons, wicker, black ghosts], someone coming in between me and my vittles tops that list.

yet, a certain voice told me that perhaps actually listening to someone else’s suggestion for dinner wouldn’t be a bad thing. granted, that voice was Josie’s, but it still resonated.

so I listened to her enter Thai fare up against my need for some good Vietnamese pho.

and then compromised on the only way I knew how.

we sold everything we could and flew to Bangkok for a week…

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then moved to Saigon.

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and you said I couldn’t handle a grown-up commitment.

tuesdays with tara – volume nineteen

“Oh, if you knew what it meant to me to be where the air was so clear.”

I’m someone who recognizes the inherent power of daydreaming.  I’m rarely happier than when I am free and clear enough to have lucid travels in my mind.  Whether the contents are pure fantasy or events that may one day come to pass is besides the point.  It is the exercise in and of itself that means something.  I find that a good bout of daydreaming can go farther to enhance my mood than just about anything else; and I am a woman of many pleasures.

In the past, I was quite methodical about this practice.  I had to choose a place in which to set my mind loose.  This place had to call me to it.  (I have always had a flair for the dramatic;)

Sometimes, I took a notebook in the event that I wanted to capture any of my thoughts.  Most times, I just found my spot and drifted off for however long it took to feel satisfied with what I had accomplished.

And I have a favorite daydreaming spot of yore:  an old generous tree in a park called Robert E. Lee in suburban Maryland.  I found it one day while trail riding.  I came up over a ridge and there she stood in all of her faded glory.  She had obviously been struck by lighting as her entire top section was missing.  She was split in two besides and her wood was parted as though to form a door just big enough for me to come inside.

On a bright sunny Fall day, I ditched my bike and wandered inside.  It was warm and musky; her innards lined with moss and the discarded shells of cicadas.  The ground inside was so very soft.  I often laid down there; my feet poking out onto the trail.

That tree was my refuge for many a year; my go-to place when life started to feel a little too hard to shoulder.  I would go to that tree and release as many demons as I could from my poor overworked brain.  I was safe there.  My thoughts were safe there.  That tree meant more to me than people I had had in my life for longer.

One fateful day, I made my way on foot to my beloved tree.  When I came upon the place where she ought to be, I lost my breath.  She was gone.  Where she once stood, broken but proud, there lay only a large patch of charred earth.  I sank to the ground on a hill of snow drops, buried my head in my hands and wept.

Luckily, I have evolved to a point where I no longer need a specific respite from which to accomplish my daydreaming.  I can do it on the spot; anywhere, anytime, and still be entirely present.  Admittedly, this is one of my favorite abilities sprung from a more mature mind.  If we are having a conversation and I am daydreaming simultaneously, fear not:  I am listening to you.  Really, I am.  The only thing that might give me away would be a delighted twinkle in my eye that seems ever-so-slightly out of context.

Dark Dark Dark – ‘Daydreaming’

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tuesdays with tara – volume eighteen

‘tuesdays with tara’ are, well, tuesdays spent reading the most popular extension of this blog, from what is soon to be one of your favorite ‘go-to’ gals. it’s tara. it’s not me. I’m aric. thank you

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It’s late and I’m tired.  I have also put this off until the very last minute.  I am so very ashamed for my behavior and yet, what has come to pass cannot be undone.  I could have blown this off entirely this week, so you’ll just be taking what you’re getting, basically.

Of all the songs I thought about sharing with you, this particular track was the most exciting by far because of what it represents:  a shiny new album by Blonde Redhead.  We haven’t had anything from them since “23″ back in long-ago 2007.  I know I, for one, am terribly excited about this news.  I am also digging this single offering and wondered if you might, too.

Here are five reasons to consider loving Blonde Redhead if you don’t already:

1) They were discovered by Steve Shelley (the drummer for Sonic Youth).

2) Guy Picciotto (of Fugazi) produced three of their albums.

3) The band features identical twins (Amedeo and Simone Pace) who are Italian and not bad on the eyes.

4) They are signed to 4 AD/Beggars Banquet.  That’s just a rock solid label, in my humble opinion.

5) Their lead singer, the beautiful dulcet-toned Japanese hottie, Kazu Makino, was trampled by a horse and lived to tell about it.  She told about it on 2004′s “Misery is a Butterfly”.

If you’re still not convinced that Blonde Redhead kicks serious ass, we can just politely agree to disagree.

Blonde Redhead – ‘Here Sometimes’

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mission l’impossible

we had this one night in Paris

someday I’ll say

and then try to explain everything that went on.

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but it’s not today.

I can’t write that well.

fortunately, my man Nico was taking a few photos.

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none of the 4am bike rides through the quiet streets of Paris

both of us in tears - some for a friend, and some for the bikes.

the most unfortunate accordion player is just a blur

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as was his switching from Edith Piaf to Radiohead without missing a note.

earlier macaroons

and even earlier petanque.

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so you get the pictures.

and can fill in the blanks as you go.

because, well, that’s basically what we’re doing.

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tuesdays with tara – volume seventeen

[this isn't me writing. this is a girl named Tara writing. she should have her own pudding flavor and you should like her as your friend.]

Can one think too much?  As one who thinks, I’ve thought about it, naturally.  I have come to the conclusion of, well, sure.  You see, you can think yourself in circles.  You can think yourself into a corner.  You can think yourself out of doing what you ought to be doing instead of thinking.

I was born with an overactive mind.  It never really shuts off.  Needless to say, I am hopeless at meditating.  Give me something to ponder and watch me burn.  Observe the smoke coming out of my ears in cartoon fashion.  Try to stop that process once it’s been put into play.  I dare you.

The upside of all of this thinking is that the brain stays nice and limber.  I rarely get caught with my mental pants down.  I’m all up for answering your questions or giving you my two cents on any number of subjects.  My mind is like a twenty-four hour Laundromat.  It could be three o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday night and there are still things tumbling around in there on spin cycle.

Here’s the rub for me:  I’m not a cool logical aloof kinda’ gal.  My intellect is occasionally shackled by my damned heart.  So not only do I have to think about things all the time, but I have to be feeling them, too.  It often feels like a pretty sucky karmic arrangement, and yet, I have accepted it as my lot in life.  No sense in feeling forlorn about something that’s never going to change.

So it sometimes also comes to pass that I am prevented from speaking my mind because my heart has sprayed some sort of paralyzing fluid all over my brain.  If it sounds dramatic and violent, good, because that’s how it feels.  I sit there clutching my throat and gasping for air because my heart is lodged there and no oxygen can get to my brain.  It’s debilitating and more than a little humiliating.  After all, I don’t wanna’ go sullying my reputation as a straight shooter.

You know what can be a lifeline in such a situation?  A patient person who cares enough about you to not stomp all over your feelings in your delicate predicament.  Yes, those people can be awfully handy at times like those.  Somebody who takes the time to gently coax the words out from the dark place where they have been cowering.  A person like that’s a mighty good thing to have in your corner.  A person like that just could ease your worried mind.

Megafaun – ‘Worried Mind’

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the friday cinco 10 – luke st. germain [author, bell-ringer]

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[I want to tell you of the story about how I met Luke, but he already did... in the form of a novel - so I won't tell you about that. what I will tell you is that Luke has a certain air about him that tells you he's already succeeding at whatever it is you think he'd be good at. and he's a nice boy. so read his book. and find yourself stuck inbetween the hell of going door-to-door selling paper, and, well, the hell of believing that it's about to make all your wildest dreams come true. well done, old friend. and thanks for the mention]

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okay… as annoying as this has probably already become – what is the book about?

The book is about how a beach bum in San Diego became a door-to-door sales cult leader.

and at what point in this ‘career’ did you realize the absurd comedic value, even, book-worthy, of it?

The absurdity is evident on day one, of course- that’s the only way to describe barging into quiet offices and cracking horrible icebreakers. But the deeper into “the biz” you get, the more absurd it becomes, until one day you’re living with twelve strangers in a house with no furniture.

you might cover this in the book, but did you ever find yourself believing the promises of, well, all things promised? a team? riches? nice cars?

I thought I would be a millionaire by the time I was thirty- that I would own multiple houses, and expensive cars, and be able pay off my student loans. In retrospect I was a lethal combination of naivete and ambition.

what was the breaking point?

The breaking point was watching the snow fall through a window and feeling depressed, because it mean that people would quit the next day. Then I realized that I didn’t want to be the kind of person who was depressed watching the snow fall.

poetic. and symbolic. but c’mon – surely it was something said, something you witnessed that made you realize that this might not be all that was promised?

Yeah, that’s the melodramatic answer. It was a gradual decision, though, not one specific event. I saw plenty of problems in the biz, but the real problem was realizing that I didn’t want that lifestyle anymore.

take us back to your prime in ‘the biz’ – were you good? did you make any money, or, as the book echoes – ‘ring the bell’?

Hey, you saw me ring the bell, baby! But yeah, I was good. Killed it in the field, but gave away a ton of money to my team- I made about 25k as a rep. Of course, the real money was supposed to come in management, and there’s the rub. There is no red sports car waiting for you. I made about 55k the year I was nominated for Rookie Manager of the Year.

describe one of the more ludicrous experiences you had while working there.

I gave this guy  in the San Diego office a ride home, and it turned out he lived on a boat. We had some wine on the boat, then I had to drive through the gate of the marina to get out. The next day I went out and rang the bell. Of course.

it was my Uncle’s boat. and your destruction of the marina property got me kicked off. anyway – which is your favorite passage, line or chapter of the book?

My favorite chapter is probably the one that describes one business type after another in the field. I always thought a good book would be “tales from the field,” just interview everyone and put all their best stories together. You never know what you’ll find out there.

so, published author. what’s next? please tell us it still involves writing.

Next is writing scripts (feature length and shorts) and working on the Rapture Club site.

any backlash?

No real backlash to speak of, surprisingly. One person asked me to change her name. So far the only feedback I’ve gotten from everyone is “Yep, that’s what happened all right.”  But who knows, maybe no one has even read the thing yet.

how can people get the book?

Right now it’s only available as an e-book. Either barnesandnoble.com or smashwords.com.

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