PART ONE
This is a spin off story from Women Who Talk, based in Melbourne 2016/17 and told from Sandra's point of view. Author's notes. Tafe is a community college in Australia.
Author's note, Tafe is the Australian version of Community College. (pronounced taif)
I've always loved weddings when I was a child because I could dress up and play with other kids and eat cakes. The brides and grooms were members of our church, but during puberty, it took on a more potent meaning and like my girlfriends I too dreamed of wearing a white gown and meeting the man of my dreams at the altar.
I'm Sandra, the only child of Emily and Rodney Thomas, I was born on May 7th 1996 and for the first twelve years my life was relatively peaceful. We lived in a middle class suburb, Heathmont, in Melbourne's outer east. Dad was a high school teacher and my mum was a social worker. Our social life mainly revolved around the church, dad was a deacon at Heathmont Baptist. Mum didn't hold any official titles, but the year I started at Bayswater High School there was a sudden rupture in the marriage and my life.
A lot was kept from me at the time because of my age, but as I got older I learned it had a lot to do with my father's rather conservative ideas. Most men of his age have thrown off those values where a woman stayed home and looked after the children and cooked, dad was of the belief that mum's place was in the home. Looking back, I can see that I should've seen the rot in the snarky comments they threw at each other. One night there was a huge argument and the next day after school mum told me he was staying at a hotel.
He must have loved the hotel because he only came back once, to collect his things, and he told me that he and mum couldn't stay in the same house and that he loved me. At the time I was upset with both of them in turn, but as a kid you look for stability and at least mum hadn't asked me to stay at a hotel. The church however had a different attitude, and she wasn't allowed back until she'd taken her husband back into the home. Mum and I moved to Croydon and the house was sold as part of the settlement, it was only then she explained that they were getting divorced.
That being said though, she was determined that there be as little change to my routine as possible, and so I stayed at Bayswater High; she even let me go to the local youth group at the Uniting church in Croydon. She on the other hand refused to have anything to do with church, and I was to discover over the next few years that her faith had been very much an acquired one influenced by her now ex-husband. Dad moved to Eltham and joined another church, the happy clappy one that believes in casting demons out of people.
Thus, apart from that dramatic period of my life, I can't say that my teenage years were unhappy, I did well at school and focused on art and humanities. Mum dated several men over the next few years but never brought them home, if she and her boyfriend wanted to have sex it was when I had a sleepover at a girlfriend's place. It wasn't until I was in my last year at high school that she finally announced that Stan was her boyfriend and he moved in with us.
By then I'd filled out, I've always been bigger than my peers, and I was a bit self-conscious. I have my mother's blonde hair and my father's green eyes, but I've inherited her bad eyesight, I've worn glasses since I was six. I also have mum's figure and dad's height, my hair is shoulder-length and looking at pictures of mum when she was my age I can see a similar hairstyle, cascading waves that reach my shoulderblades.
By the time I noticed boys, I learned that they'd noticed me long ago, but I was a Christian. I had lots of opportunities to date, but only had one boyfriend in high school. David was in the church youth group, and we were the best of friends, but we barely even kissed. Eventually we broke up when I went to uni and not long afterwards he came out as gay, which meant he no longer wanted to go to church. He used part of his inheritance to book a working holiday to London. I saw him off at the airport. David's departure saddened me, but I had to move on, and so I went to Tafe to do an arts course in graphic design. It seemed the most natural progression considering my electives at high school, I've always loved drawing. It was at Tafe however where I first encountered the world that David had so recently entered.
Emma Johns was my best friend in Tafe. Like me, she'd been an arts student, but her background was nothing like mine. She was from a foster home, her father was a career criminal who was shot to death before she was born, and her mum was an drug addict who died from a heroin overdose. However, she was a year old at the time and has no memory of her.
We clicked initially because she had the same name as mum, but then we found other things in common, like music and movies and books. I loved her assertive nature, she's as bold as brass, she lived with her foster parents, Judy and Gary out in Ringwood. They're wonderful people, who never got married, Gary, according to Judy was the one night stand who stayed.
Emma valued my open-mindedness, and generosity. I've always been a good listener, something I inherited from my mum. I'd sit and listen to her without interrupting, and she'd talk herself into a solution, which is always the best way!
What strikes me as bizarre now, was that most of her problems involved women she had a crush on, and she knew I went to church. I'd always said that homosexuality wasn't my thing but I wasn't homophobic. I only found out the real reason later, but I'll get around to that.
Suffice it to say, Emma never had a girlfriend for the two years we were in college together, she fell for dozens of women, but never made anything more than a half-hearted approach. Sometimes I'd find myself playing the third wheel on dates, other times I'd befriend the other girl and report my findings back to her, and she'd evaluate her, based on my opinion. It was an odd situation because technically speaking, I should've discouraged her.
Was I attracted to her? The answer is complicated. I was drawn to her, she's got long black hair and an olive complexion, she's got Italian and Greek heritage if you go back far enough. I think though it was a way for both of us to avoid dating anyone.
In December 2015, I graduated with a diploma of arts and to celebrate, mum took me on a holiday to the UK and Ireland. She's got family in both countries, and Stan stayed at home to mind the home fires while we drove around the countryside. For the last part of our holiday we spent a few days in Paris and went to Disneyland. It was a time I look back on with fondness tinged with regret because by the time we got back home, Emma had fallen head over heels for Valerie. I met her a few months later in March 2016, she had the same colour hair as me and was five years older than me. She seemed nice enough, she was a police officer. It made me smile, Emma had once told me she loved women in uniform.
I was happy for them both, but I had bigger fish to fry and the biggest was finding a job, getting a job in the arts is notoriously hard and for a graduate the pay is shit. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing though, I'd always looked on drawing and painting as a hobby. I couldn't imagine doing it for a job, and so I looked for something different. I soon got a job with one of Stan's friends, who worked at a law firm in Ringwood, not far from the courthouse. I applied for the job of legal secretary in April 2016, and to my surprise I got the job.
The firm was made up of about sixty percent men and forty percent women. They were criminal lawyers and, as such, tended to be more left wing. They were also tougher because they came into contact with crooks. It was a fascinating world and with my looks I drew the attention of the men in the practice and gained the name, Barbie. However, the name raised the eyebrows of my colleagues, but the one who put her foot down was a vivacious lawyer by the name of Annalisa Grey. She's as gay as they come. She proudly boasts that she's never had a cock in her and when she heard one of the guys saying, "that's Barbie's job," she exploded.
"What is it with you? Why don't you come into the twenty first century and use her name, Sandra? Or should I call you Ken with no cock?"
There was a sudden silence as the others in the office looked at her, and then Ruth chuckled.
"Well said."
Another man rolled his eyes, "I'd stick up for you, but you're on your own with this one," and with that Annalisa became my new friend. She lived with Rachel in Nunawading and drove a restored 1973 Valiant Charger that Rachel's brother had done up for her.
Thus, I became another lesbian's best friend. Annalisa is ten years older than me and was born and raised in Texas, but educated at UCLA. She's got a double degree in law and economics and as a lawyer she's second to none, she moved to Australia to be with her girlfriend, Amanda. Their fling didn't last more than three months but she moved on and a little over six months later she met her current girlfriend, Rachel. I've seen lawyers from the D.P.P begging the senior partners to assign someone else to their case because they don't want to come up against her in court.
Despite the fact she's with someone, I can admit that she was probably the first actual girl crush that I'd admitted to, privately. She has fair hair and a strong jawline, she always dresses well and yet if a client stares at her boobs too long she'll fix them with a steely gaze and say, "eyes up, sweetie, these won't answer you."
Annalisa adopted me after that. I was still a legal secretary, but she'd often get me to help her with a case, namely the note taking and filing. Sometimes we'd go to a client's home or to the cells at the police station. Once a week though, we'd go to the Melbourne Assessment centre in the city, it's an imposing building on Spencer Street that was the old remand centre. It's intimidating by design, you drop all your possessions into a tray and go through a metal screener. Most of the time we were in a private room with a client, but sometimes we'd be in the general visitor's room.
Over the next six months, I became used to the undressing stares, where a man strips you mentally whilst sitting opposite you. It was a little disconcerting at first, but because I was with her I always felt safe. Annalisa can and does demand respect from the most hardened criminals. Nevertheless, I loved going into the city with her because we'd have lunch in a café, and it was on one of those lunches that she first suggested doing a paralegal course part-time.
"It's better money, and it's a chance to move up the food chain."
"Michael would never allow it," I replied.
"Leave Michael to me," she winked.
