When she aborted her baby she felt like she was giving birth to her mothers hatred of her and killing her baby-self. She tells me this while we’re laying around on plush black leather couches in the VIP room of an empty club. The walls are painted lets-fuck-magenta and there are plaster casts of torsos… Continue reading Strippers I Have Loved, v5
Month: November 2007
School
I just wanna tell y’all that school is totally nuts. It’s like stepping into another world, which is constantly changing and never makes sense, and this is what these kids grow up with thirty something hours a week. First is the fun part. I get to take two sweet little kids and practice making letters… Continue reading School
Five below and all's well in the vanhold
The alarm in my phone goes off at six fifteen because I have to be at school at seven thirty. I am buried under layers of down piled snug against the ceiling. It was a major effort last night to wedge myself between the blankets and the bed. I reach out for my phone, still… Continue reading Five below and all's well in the vanhold
Stripping has ruined me for the real world
“This is Susie Smith, she’s Jimmy’s mom,” my mom says. “Susie, this is my daughter Tara, she’s going to be subbing for a while.” “Hi Susie,” I say. “You’ve raised a great kid. Jimmy was a big help when I was here a couple weeks ago.” See, I imagine that there are social rules, and… Continue reading Stripping has ruined me for the real world
Rape is NOT an Occupational Hazard!
Remember the link I posted a while ago, to the story about the prostitute who was gang raped at gun point and the Judge said that it was theft of services, not rape? Well. If you live in Philly, tomorrow is the day to vote Judge Deni out. There’s a virtual rally today at BoundNotGagged.
Here I am again
I’m back in the big little city. This place is so good-bad and cathartically weird for me. It’s that still warm but snowy part of winter, where it’s not to cold to go on long walks or run around without a coat, but there’s a foot or so of snow on the ground. The roads… Continue reading Here I am again
Alaskans I have loved, v2
When I was ten my dad traded an old yellow car whose passenger door was held shut with a bungee cord for a years worth of babysitting. The recipient of the car, and our babysitter for the next year, was a rather well known local character. He was a hardworking politician who had been, he… Continue reading Alaskans I have loved, v2
driving
I leave town under cover of night, as usual. It’s only seven, but it’s already been dark for hours. Every day the newspapers report the daylight hours, and any time I talk to my mom she passes it on to me: there were 5 hours and 42 minutes of daylight. At first there are little… Continue reading driving
about hate
This is a picture of the sign my bigoted neighbors in PA put in their yard when they realised that me and my girlfriend were moving out and the neighborhood children were safe from the sinful proximity of lesbians. We snuck into their yard and took this picture on our way out of town. From… Continue reading about hate
nothing
I would like to write something really awesome for you guys, but my brain is empty. I’ve been visiting a friend who’s not feeling well, I’ve gotten a little sick myself, and all the concrete and television has gotten to me. My head is a big ball of fuzz. No worries tho, I’m on my… Continue reading nothing