December 2011
Oh, and the sex will start to feel like nothing, just two bodies trying to make heat but failing.
January of the new year.
It’ll all be the exact same, except worse this year.
The love of your life is going to leave you for someone dumber. You’re going to lose your job because of something stupid and spur of the minute. Yeah, minute. Someone will probably die, someone close to you. Or you’ll fall pregnant and have to go through the hell of making a choice that will haunt you forever. And ever. And...
Strippr: "Not just a stripper" →
strippr:
Oh yeah. I promised a post regarding the phrase (or implication) from others “…not just a stripper.” So here goes. (PS: I’d love to hear what other strippers think of my take on the phrase!)
People say this to me as a gesture of respect, friendship, or in trying to understand what it is to be a…
Nice one! Agreed. I am 23 and stripping pretty much full time and am taking a...
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Sure!
I do many questionable things!
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Exactly.
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What do you like to do on your days off?
Dance like NO ONES WATCHING.
I do many questionable things!
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recommend a good vibrator?
The bullet.
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i admired you for your abortion stories since I...
Thanks a heap.
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why is your nose tanner than the rest of your...
I don’t know. I have a big nose?
I do many questionable things!
everything I could ever want to say to that man.
I fell out of heaven to be with you in hell my sin`s not quite seven nothing much to tell lust i haven’t craved a sainted boy im not i`ll take it to my grave a side cursed on rot i ride this ropes alone beneath the sulfur sky everywhere i roam life is one big lie when the fireball goes down out by LA waste i come into town but only for a day if starving in bed means a pray for you to...
“This is sexism against women in its most clever and deceptive form—one that is...”
– Spoony Oyster commenting on this interview with Sasha Grey on The View.
I haven’t watched the video yet, but the whole post is worth reading.
(via Barrette Garese)
Poem: Daddy
Picture us: a breath of November air
after a night in October smoke.
Both of us: the fire alarm.
Us, comparing dirty money
at the casino coffee shop
where we are after-hours regulars.
Work is work.
But you, my dear, are the break room.
And when I come home with you,
the vacation.
Our sex is like scrap-booking.
Me, blank pages ready for the glue.
You leave your mark.
You paste all your...
(short fiction) Burn Notice
You promised me stinging nostalgia. You swore the words would leave smoke from your mouth. Everyone would notice. We’d walk into our favorite place for chinese food, and every stare in the room burned a notice into your sweater. When we got home that night, I knit the leftover fabric into a blanket and slept in it.
Your heart feels over and over.
New medication. I can’t sleep at night and I feel a bit restless in every day life. Probably with all the stories and shit. Seeing my name in the paper and online everywhere makes me anxious. Day 2 on this shit. Feeling more like a zombie and yawning like a dope. Hooray.
princessmichelley asked: I am deeply sorry for what I said to you concerning my comments about your abortion. All I can say is that I was so jealous of you, and thats why I was so frustrated. Jealous that you have a picture to remind you of what was almost yours. Jealous that the memories of your fetus are more than just watching it go down the drain. I respected you for writing about such controversial and important...
princessmichelley asked: The harassment has now transfered. This is what we would call bullying now. Our conversations were isolated situations. I did not continue to hound you after them and try to publicly belittle you. These things I am writing are not about you as a person but as a journalist. My comments about my father were about how supportive he has been through this situation and many others in the past; they do...
