WHERE THE BOYS ARE.....(part 2).

So many boys came and went during my time at Brett's boys.  Many I have forgotten but to complete the picture there are two other boys who particularly stand out - others I will mention as part of my story in other blogs.

Aaron was perhaps the most unlikely of all the boys I worked with.  Tall, bronzed, good looking and with a muscle toned body.  He only worked on Friday and Saturday nights but due to his 'look' made a fortune every week.  He was studying at university and this was his way of paying for his studies.  He neither took drugs or got involved in our many outings to Oxford St, but got along with everyone and always made sure that things ran smoothly if the occasional client caused trouble with any of the boys.

Peter, or Israel (his working name) was there for the duration.  He was the typical straight looking, muscular boy who would have looked equally at home on a construction site as in a parlor.  He was a lovely, easy going guy who looked after us all and was liked by everyone.  That was unless he was drunk.  Which unfortunately was his downfall.  He was always a 'friendly' drunk but often he would arrive for work so drunk that he would spend his shift asleep or partying out the back.  We often had to hide him when clients arrived as he was loud and boisterous.

Sadly after almost 3 years we parted company and not on a good note.  He arrived one afternoon totally paralytic, still clutching a whiskey bottle and collapsed onto the lounge.  Within minutes he was doubled over and groaning.  Before our eyes we watched his stomach suddenly start to extend, like a scene from the movie Alien. It was Aaron who realised his liver was malfunctioning and got us to remove his belt and trousers and then got me to call an ambulance.

Israel was taken to hospital and from there placed into a detox centre for 2 weeks to dry out.  When he came out he returned looking to kill me as he blamed me for being put into re-hab.  Thankfully our new boss was there and while the other boys got me away she calmed him down.  Things between us were never the same and a few weeks later he failed to show up and we didn't see him again.

Graham also ran a 'Tranny Parlor' called 'Diamond Lil's'.  This was in a building in the street behind us but could be reached from Brett's via a narrow back lane way.  This was the place where we would spend much of our day time shifts as it was quiet and we could get as stoned as we wanted as Graham rarely visited.

Diamond Lil's served two functions.  Firstly this was where the drag queens worked, using the upstairs and downstairs large front bedrooms.  The other 3 rooms upstairs were sold at $5 per half hour to any street workers who would bring their clients there.  This was where most of the money came from with street workers coming and going non stop from 9am till after midnight every day of the week.

Here we had the best of times.  The queens were wonderful.  Not your glamorous show girl types but a variety of cross - dressers, transexuals and sex-changes.  Some were to become my best friends for 3 years.

Donielle (Yeti - we all had pet names) was a drag whom I had first met in Adelaide where she worked in a straight strip club.  With silicon breasts and a good tuck job none of the straight clientele ever tricked that she was a man.  Anytime you walked in Yeti was always ready with a long fingernail full of speed for you to suck on and spend hours having fun with the street girls and their clients as  they passed through.

Linda was the 'girl' I was closest too. Very similar in personality to myself, petite and pretty.  She was taking hormones and although small breasted her angular blonde looks were always a hit with the clients.  Not only that but she was very hospitable when servicing clients so had a long line of regulars.

Then there was Monique.  Monique should have been born a girl.  Even before hormone treatment she passed in the streets as a girl.  She had had a pretty tough upbringing in the rough suburbs of Wellington in New Zealand before escaping to Australia and living her dream of being a woman.  She became one of the first 'girls' to undergo a full sex change operation in Australia.

She was so physically feminine that she was given the operation after only one visit to the psychiatrist.  Usually it was a full year process of analysis with several different psychiatrists before the operation was allowed.  After her operation she was even featured on 'A Current Affair', the most watched news program in Australia at that time.

Claudia was a lovely, friendly but tragic girl.  She had been physically and sexually abused throughout her childhood and this was obvious not only in her subdued personality, but by the fact that she was one of the few girls willing to do 'submissive' work with the clients.  Constantly on one type of pill or another she was happy to get one or two jobs a day and spend the rest of her time with 'the family' - which was of course us, the only people who were kind and loving to her.

Of all the girls (and others I will mention in later stories) the most amazing and successful was Christie.  Christie was over 6 foot tall, with distinctively rugged and angular features.  When she started she looked the least like a girl of many of the queens I was to meet.  Another of the few who didn't touch drugs of any kind except hormones and lived a healthy lifestyle which she rigorously followed out of women's magazines.

3 years later she had transformed into the most beautiful girl you could imagine.  Even with her height she looked and moved like a Brazilian model.  Eventually Christie would go on to be one of Sydney's premier drag artists with her own troop of male and 'female' dancers, even getting to take her revues around Australia and eventually to do a stint in Las Vegas.

So, amongst others, that was my family for three years.  There are many more who will get mentioned later, including my best friend and my boyfriend who would quickly become my worst nightmare.......