Black & White & Sex Page #2

the simple,

basic mechanics of it,

how the f*** are we gonna

move on to anything interesting?

So, what's your wife's name?

You won't even tell me

your wife's name?

Matilda.

Matilda.

It's a very Australian name.

- Is she named after the song?

- I suppose she is.

How patriotic.

Hey, Matilda.

What do you reckon?

His tongue, my clit,

nothing emotional?

I get to find out if he's for real,

and he gets to make

his little film.

He any good at that?

Let's stick to the topic,

shall we?

Is he?

Sorry, I've just got to...

Hello? Hey.

Yep. No.

No, I can't. I'm... Busy.

Um... Yeah, tomorrow. Yeah, 4:30.

Yeah,

I'm looking forward to it, too.

Yeah.

Okay, bye-bye. Bye.

- Sorry.

- Was that a client?

No. My daughter.

She's with her father.

Cut that bit out If you want.

Now, uh...

- Where were we?

- Um...

Start from the beginning.

Um... Tell us about yourself,

you know, what you do.

Well, aren't you gonna use

any of the stuff from before?

Yes, I am, I just think

we should start again,

get things going properly

this time, okay?

Okay. Got it.

Uh... Hi. My name's Angie.

I'm a Scorpio

with an Ares rising.

I was born in Singleton,

and now I live in Sydney.

I'm a sex worker.

And I work in a parlor.

Single, never married.

I like music,

especially hip-hop.

Um, I collect spiders

and old playboy magazines.

I have a science degree.

You have a science degree?

Organic chemistry.

What,

a hooker can't be educated?

You don't sound like someone

with a science degree.

Well, you don't sound

like a movie director.

What, I'm supposed to

be some kind of...

Junkie with 10 kids

and no way to support them?

- It happens.

- Yeah, it does, but it's not me.

But you're part of it.

- What... what about sex slavery?

- What about it?

Well, do you condone that?

- Do you?

- Of course not.

Then why would I?

Jesus f***ing...

Forced prostitution, pimps,

and trafficking are wrong, okay?

They're illegal and they're wrong...

You know?

But it's...

it's not the whole story, you know.

It's like...

it's like in the movies.

How many hookers

have a happy ending?

They always get killed off in some...

dark alley or cheap motel.

It's what they deserve,

you know?

That's the f***ing PR.

The... it...

we've gotten a really bad rap,

but some of us actually plan to

grow old and have grandchildren.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

Okay.

So,

how did you first get into it?

My legs wide open.

It was a serious question.

Ooh,

I like it when you get serious.

- Come on, Angie.

- Oh, I know.

Look, I was at uni.

I needed a job.

I rang up a parlor

and got an interview.

- Why not some other job?

- The money.

Someone said I was

sitting on a gold mine...

May as well use it.

- And that's it?

- Yep.

It's not that simple, though, is it?

I mean, It's not like

working in the shop.

Why, 'cause I get to lie around all day?

No warranties, no guarantees.

No returns.

Other than that,

it's pretty much the same.

- Except I'm the merchandise.

- Exactly.

Exactly, what?

- Well, you're selling yourself.

- So?

Well, that's a part of yourself

you're giving away.

No, no.

Not giving away, selling.

What about your emotional self?

Oh, my emotional self!

I'm not selling

my emotional self.

I'm selling a commodity.

Yeah, but that commodity is you.

Yes, and your point being?

It's intimately you.

And if you're an accountant,

you're selling your brain.

Sh*t, how intimate is that?

It's simple. It's a job.

J-o-b. Job.

And the sooner everyone

figures that out,

the sooner we'll get proper

occupational health and safety.

You know,

everything else we should have.

Family courts

still take our children away!

We're not aliens, you know,

if you prick us we do bleed.

So you dismiss sex as being

no different than anything else?

I don't dismiss it at all!

It's... it's an incredibly

powerful instrument,

but... but it's not some divine,

godlike thing...

not on it's own...

and that's not a moral thing, either.

- No moral dimension?

- No, absolutely not.

I don't believe you can say that!

If you make a cup of tea,

that has no moral dimension.

If someone puts arsenic in it,

then it does.

Come on, that's not

a reasonable comparison.

- Why not?

- Because tea isn't intimate!

It's not even personal.

A body is just a body.

A word is just a word.

"F***" is not moral.

"F*** you" might be.

It's the intent that is the morality.

Sex in itself is just sex.

It's in, out, in, out,

in, out, in, out.

It's not f***ing brain surgery.

But you're doing it for the money.

- That is the intent.

- Oh, is that it?

It's the money!

What about you?

You're making this film,

and it's about sex.

You want to get paid.

And them... they're watching it.

And they're paying to watch it.

I think we're all in this together,

don't you?

I liked sex before I was a sex worker,

and most of the time,

I like sex as a sex worker.

I love what I do!

Love what I do.

- I love what I do.

- Do you really?

Yeah. Something wrong with that?

Oh, you don't believe me.

Well, you must get

some pretty strange types.

Yeah, I get people like you,

actually.

You know what I mean.

I've probably f***ed your father.

Well, that's unlikely.

- He's in a wheelchair.

- So?

What was it like

the first time you did it?

You mean for money,

as opposed to flowers and chocolates?

Yeah. Were you nervous?

Yeah, but not

for the reason you think.

I was nervous

because up until then,

I'd been an amateur,

and now I was a professional...

a pro...

and there's a difference.

There's expectations,

responsibilities.

You got to deliver...

do you know what I mean?

And did you?

Absolutely. I got right into it.

I bought a black wig

and I went Spanish.

Management were looking

for a marketing angle.

Apparently, organic chemistry

isn't a turn-on.

You can't be too smart.

The mugs don't like it.

So, that first time,

the client asked if I did

a "passionate" service.

- What's that?

- Well, that's what I asked.

It means kisses and cuddles,

and I thought, "that's okay."

"I can do that."

I was so naive.

I thought it meant

just kisses and cuddles...

well, it doesn't, of course.

It means kisses, cuddles,

and full service.

And when he went

to spread my legs, I said,

"what are you doing?!"

I didn't think prostitutes kissed.

Oh, really?

And what particular magazine

did you get that from?

We're not clones, you know.

We... Do what we want.

Some do passionate,

and some do G.F.E.

G.F.E.? What... what's that?

The girlfriend experience.

We pretend to be your girlfriend.

We sit around the kitchen table,

we have a cup of tea and chat,

we wash the dishes,

we watch some TV,

then we go to bed and f***.

- It's not for the fainthearted.

- Right.

So, it's not just

all standard lovemaking, then.

Lovemaking?

Honey, you are so adorable.

I get all sorts of requests,

and what they ask for

and what they want

are not necessarily

the same thing.

Well... well, normally,

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