“I didn’t want to sanitise issues around race,” she says of this observation. Throughout the memoir Angelos discusses, and dissects, her deeply embedded racism and racial bias. Even to the point that it makes me feel uncomfortable. I love the play on words, the multiple meanings, how uncomfortable it is. It was so loaded and because the hook is my year as a high-class call girl, it was layered and I loved the intersections. When it popped into my mind I got goosebumps: I thought 'this is a zinging title'. “It just came to me, it was a lightbulb moment. “That’s such a good question!” Angelos smiles, responding that she had “a couple”, one being Mangoes, Machetes and My Morality.Īngelos adds that the initial title was “obscure” and that she “had to put on a kind of marketing and business hat”. Overtly describing herself, and fellow sex workers in seedier clubs, as “white trash”, I'm curious as to whether Angelos had any working titles for her memoir. Yet her daily reality left her broken, depleted, and homeless with Angelos eventually finding solace in a church group, moving back to SA, marrying a good man (they do exist!), and pursuing her career as an artist. The first impression of the erudite, cheerful, and expertly-coiffed middle-aged blonde woman, clad in a leopard print scarf and matching skirt, speaking to me from her home in Durban, most likely won't elicit “former call-girl”.īut yes: this married mother-of-three's recently published memoir, White Trash: My year as a high-class call girl, recounts 12 months of her life as a hedonistic, adventure seeking, risk-taking escort during the heady days of 1980s London.īorn in then-Rhodesia to racially biased parents who left the country for SA when Ian Smith's regime came to end, Terry Angelos candidly writes about her entrenched racism, her days as a jolling fine arts student in Pietermaritzburg, and the year she spent as a high-class call girl.įrom intimate, underground clubs frequented by London's elite, to being embroiled with the Chinese mafia, and a regular client of a shady, disgustingly wealthy American, Angelos's tenure as escort saw her experiencing it all: Cocaine and champagne lavish parties and flashy flats lingerie and barely-there dresses an equally libertine fellow escort as her best friend.
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