“Drugs are plentiful. Sin looks pretty, and debauchery is de rigueur.”
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“In the darkness where the shadow dwellers reside, a throbbing, bustling world thrives in secrecy. Drugs are plentiful. Sin looks pretty, and debauchery is de rigueur. Voyeurs from the outside world steeped in pretensions, illusions and hypocrisies venture here on occasion, but nocturnal creatures like Barbie Cocks have settled here even though it is the bane of their existence.”
“So I answered an add in the Village Voice that requested drag queens to work at
this S&M house, so I bought a wig, and a tube of lipstick, and was on my way.”
On the Lower East Side of Manhattan, on 10th Street, between First and Second avenues, lives ex-junkie prostitute, Barbie Cocks, 34. On broken toes, she hobbles to her bed and sits down. Her apartment is small, and cluttered, but tastefully manicured. The multi-colored pinks on the wall reflect her physical characteristics. Pink nails, pink lipstick, pink outfit, with a peek-a-boo black bra jutting out. Long blonde hair and big breasts are the porn star qualities this transsexual woman appears to display with pride.
But Barbie wasn’t always a fem-fatale. “As a young boy, I always knew I was meant to be a girl,” she said. “When I was little and had a bath I would put a towel around my chest and a towel on my head, and pretend to be a girl. After my bath, my brother, and I would play a game where he was Gilligan, and I was Ginger from Gilligan’s Island.”
Beyond the bathroom and to the world at large, playing dress up got her thrown out of public schools, occasionally, and her peers treated her with hostility. They would call me all sorts of things, like sissy, and faggot. It was terrible.”
She’s a long way from her home in Boston, Massachusetts. She moved to New York City in 1992 at the age of 19 and enrolled at John Jay College to study forensic science. “After college, I did the work force thing for a couple of years, but I realized if I was going to transition to female, I needed to make a ton of money, so, I answered an add in the Village Voice that requested drag queens to work at this S&M house, so I bought a wig, and a tube of lipstick, and was on my way.”
She worked at Belle Du Jour in the east 20s for a few years as a sensual submissive and dominatrix. With the money she was making, she started hormone treatment and had breast enhancement surgery. “Then business for me really started to pick up. From 10 a week, I started seeing 10 clients a day.”
According to Barbie, the place had a plethora of equipment, even a jail cell with an electric chair that at a low voltage actually worked. They serviced people who were into a slew of fetishes, such as foot, potty training, adult diapers and on and on. “I had this client, we used to call him Crazy Ralf, he was a dental hygienist. One day he came in with dental tools, like Novocain, and needles. I was working with this other girl, and he insisted we inject his mouth with Novocain, and pull out his teeth, so we did.”
A leather glove inspired her departure from Bell Du Jour. “Some of the scenes became a little too violent for my taste but the final straw was when a guy came in there, and wanted to give me a spanking. He put on a leather glove, no doubt to prevent his own hand from stinging, and spanked me till I cried. That’s when I decided to leave.”
At this point she craved the money and the fast night life so much that Barbie became an escort. She was put into more physically compromising positions, but was willing to assume the responsibility because, according to her, the money was even better. The stories, though far from the realm of every day reality, were a part of hers. “One of the best, and most memorable clients I had was Celine Dion and Cher’s manager at the time. While he was high on coke, he even introduced me to Celion Dion, and her husband. Then when they left, he had me tie him up, blindfold him, give him a golden shower and beat him senseless.”
“Then he told me to leave him tied up there all day, and take his American Express Card to use in any way I wanted till the end of the day. So, spend it I did. I went to Bergdorf’s, Saks; I bought furs, diamonds, and expensive gifts for all my family, and friends. I knew the end of the day was near so I managed to buy a few items from Gucci before I went back to his pent house, and untied him. That goes down in history as the best day in my life.”
“Now, for one of the worst days. Me and this other tranny named Brandy decided to do a tour, and take our show on the road. We called it The Twin Doll Show – Two White, Blonde, Busty Barbie Doll Tour. First stop Charlotte, North Carolina. One of our first clients was this 20-something Italian tattoo artist who was 500 pounds. He smelled so bad that when he took off his clothes, Brandy threw up on the spot. I was so disgusted I told him to lift up his own belly fat, and I jerked him off with a plastic glove.”
During the interview, her drug addicted boyfriend knocked menacingly at the door. “I’m gonna’ call the police,” she exclaimed. “If he thinks I’m going to let him beat me up again, he has another thing coming!”