This story contains graphic descriptions of molestation. I fight everyday of my life, but here's the messed up part, Brent [crying hard] when you get sober all these feelings are coming back that I'm used to medicating... what do you do? What do you do when you have to deal with this shit...
My next door neighbor got me started using drugs. one day I was locked out of my house from school and he offered me some [crack] because he wanted me to have sex with them. After a couple of tries I finally gave in and done it with him.
Right now I’m pregnant with twins. I’m only five months but I’m big as hell. People ride past me because they think I’m getting ready to pop and they don’t stop so some days I stand out there forever. I might just catch one or two dates. Sometimes none at all.
What is he gonna have to do, kill me before you do anything to this man? Because he means me absolutely no good. Before I’ll let him take mine, of course I’ll take his life. I’m not trying to go down that road but I’m not going to idly stand by and let him take my life from me. I’ll shoot the shit out of him and keep it moving.
I hustle and I work on Fulton Industrial. It’s how I make ends meet. It’s how I provide and how I eat. I don’t do this for a drug habit. I do this because most men that look at me like to have sex with me so I just charge them. I’m not a prostitute. I’m a hustler.
They had his DNA all over the tea cup [he had drank out of], the condom with his nut in it, they had his fingerprints. They had everything but Fulton County didn’t send my rape kit to the GBI [Georgia Bureau of Investigation]. They lost it.
Now, being transgender in jail… First of all, my ID says that I’m a female. So, I get to the city jail. They asked me if I was all woman. I said no. At this point all of the officers are like staring at me like I’m a freak of nature.
Rochelle: I was seven and my cousin was fifteen. Now, I’m fifty-five. Did anybody talk about stuff like that back then? Hell no. Did I know in my seven year old mind that something was going awry? No, I did not. But, in his fifteen year old mind did he know? Hell yeah.
Actually I’m not homeless. I have a place but… I do drugs. I stay in Norwood and I prostitute over here [downtown] so it’s too far to go home and come right back over here. I might as well go on and stay over here in the downtown area, keep going, get clothes from the shelter.
Angela: I don’t hate it. There are certain aspects of it that I hate but it’s like flipping a burger to me. It’s no big deal. It’s just what I do for a living. People get up every day and go work in a factory. That’s how it is to me. It’s just like getting up every day and flipping burgers.
Well when I first came to Atlanta I was on Metropolitan. I was a young girl. I was about sixteen. This guy tried to pimp me. It was all older ladies in his little stable and they used to give me money to take back to him. They would tell me, “You don’t need to be doing this. You’re too young to be out here.”
I’m sick and fuckin’ twisted. I think somethin’ done snapped inside my head that relates money to sex and sex to money. I think I started at such a young age that there’s something in my head that correlates the two.
I was used to people giving me a little money here and there for some head but $100… I wouldn’t do it. I didn’t recognize myself as being worth that much so I couldn’t take it. He saw $100 in me in that red dress and I just couldn’t see it.
I was a straight up nympho from the time I was 14. I met my x-husband and it was crazy though. I would sneak out the house, steal the car, drive over to his house, do what we do and come back home, like it was an every day thing.
I saw my dad one day when I was prostituting at the Bouldercrest Pilot in 2003. He called over and said he was looking for a girl. I said, “is your name Kenneth? You look real familiar. Sure enough, it was him.