Dear Drugs

Dear Drugs,

I hate you. Yes, that’s right. I. Hate. You. Some people say that “hate” is a word much too strong to use, but if there was a word with much more stronger meaning for how I feel for you…I would use it.

You have stolen the souls of some of my friends. Heck, even some the souls of my friends’ friends. I will even admit, you were once my friend. There were at times you made me feel no pain. No tears. No memories. No anger. No hate.

Now that I have grown, I am not afraid anymore. Not even one little bit. Especially not even worried that I might lost a few friends based on my opinion about you and especially not even worried to tell the world that I hate you.

Note: This post is written after seeing the numerous tweets and facebook updates that my friends have posted/shared regarding loss of their friends. Prayers to those who lost anyone to drugs/alcohol and prayers to those who need help to get past using these substances. Below is a video I love and thought it went well with the post because really… The drugs don’t work.

Drugs, Violence and Under-agers

I am writing this post neither for nor against strip clubs, but perhaps coming from a different perspective. Someone other than a by-law officer or perhaps a city councillor.

So the issue in this post: Strip clubs in London Ontario.

These bars are sometimes a women’s only source of income. Some of the women that work in them, do actually go to school and are really studying to become lawyers or doctors. Some of these women are also parents, who were left stranded by their baby-daddy and with the lovely social assistance that is available… They are left to turn to only the “sex-trade.” That’s the partial, harsh truth.

I don’t think that people should look to strip clubs as necessary bad for a city or region. **Enter Sarcasm** I mean the only patrons who do go in there are adults? Right? Oh wait, except for that one under-aged dancer… but don’t under-agers sneak into most bars anyways. I can walk downtown Richmond Street in London ON and witness girls dancing on stages at Jacks or at The Tap House or the classic JBRs. These stages also have poles. The girls wearing short skirts, almost next to nothing, and some even wearing close to no bottoms. The only difference, those girls are not getting paid. They just get drunk, get their picture taken, and oh look… their photo is on Facebook the next morning. Sucks to be you, JBR-bar-star-FB-Queen.

The strip clubs in this region are already highly targeted by the local police force. Why? Well, I am sure they must be looking for something or someone. Perhaps crime? Well, if you go looking for something you will find it. Anywhere.

With what has been said so far, you might be wondering now, I must be for keeping strip clubs around. Hmmm, I said earlier that I was neither for or against them.

I say that I am not for them because I do realize the exploitation that does happen within these bars. Pimping. Prostitution. Bad things do happen in these bars, but you know what bad things happen everywhere. By getting rid of strip clubs, you are not going to get rid of people wanting to do sexual things or “deviant behaviour.” People will always find ways to fulfill their desires. That is the reality. And banning such establishments may lead to “underground” sex trade which can be even more dangerous for women involved. Perhaps council should look at a more safer regulation of these places. Perhaps one suggestion I read in the UWO Gazette on January 25, 2011: Licensing for dancers. Read that article HERE. But this only includes regulation of the dancers. What about the rest of the players in the game?

Let me just close this post with this: This is a tricky subject. I will admit that much. The argument is always “Not in my backyard.” Well, whether it is visibly in your backyard or not, the sex trade is going to still exist. It has existed for years before and I doubt it is going to stop just because you send a few by-law officers and plain clothed detectives out to do some extra, heavy patrolling. Just remember, drugs, violence and under-agers (employees or not) may exist at any bar, strip club or not, and also remember that if you go looking for something–crime–you will find it.

To read the LFpress article, click HERE.

Can’t you just take a percocet?

I am watching Legally Blonde, my favourite movie. This has been my favourite movie since I was a young girl (well, younger than I am now). I never got one part of the movie until about three years ago. The part in which I am talking about is where Elle Woods’ friend says to her, “Can’t you just take a percocet?” Her friend says this to her after Elle Woods is dumped by her boyfriend whom she thought was going to ask her to marry her. Elle Woods decides to go to law school to try to win him back. I never thought this past was funny when I was younger because I never knew what a percocet was. Now that I am “older” and know what a percocet is… I still don’t think it’s funny, especially after witnessing some individuals struggle with their addictions and living in a city with plenty of visible drug use or drug-related behaviour in its downtown core. Welcome to my backyard.

Please read my past post on poverty and living in London, Ontario titled: Poverty in London Ontario


Last night I went to a lecture on narcotics and prostitution.

It was a very eye-opening lecture.

What was really disappointing to me was, everyone was concerned what the government or police or other social agencies were doing to help this at-risk group. Not one was concerned about what the individual was doing for themselves. People think that people like this don’t want help. They do.

I asked a question in relation to the story told by a young woman who left the “work.” This question was: what can be done in the short term?

The answer: You cant do anything (not verbatim).

In the young lady’s story, there were periods where she would be clean for 30 days and it sounded like there was a bit of hope she had for herself. Then, she would fall back into the old habit of drugs and prostitution.

This hope, no matter how big or small, is what needs attention.

Currently there are 240 prostitutes in London. In 2005, there were 48. Since then, 10 have died and 17 have exited.

I wonder how many of those women are Aboriginal?