Support Sex Workers! Support Art! Come to the Sex Workers Art Show! I am performing a new monologue. It is from the new one woman show I have been working on. If you are in New Orleans, please come out to the bywater to watch this show. The St Claude Art Space 3116 St Claude … Continue reading Sex Workers Art Show!
I have been so out of money lately that I have been living on beans. Consequently, I have the most explosive and stinky gas. Every couple minutes a loud rank fart comes thundering through my cheeks. They smell so bad the cat went into the other room. If you are a fart fetishist you should … Continue reading Flatulence Fetish
I want to be able to go have sex or at least rub one out, but my cunt is ripped apart. Sitting is painful. Getting off could potentially end in a trip to the emergency room. I wonder how long it will take to heal. I’m super sore and, right now, pretty concerned too. I … Continue reading My Cunt, Today
I wrote this last year. I'm working it into a show. I miss my boyfriend. Ok, he really isn’t my boyfriend. He hasn’t been my boyfriend in a year or so, but we still skype every day. He still says he loves me. He says we will run away together and open a yoga retreat. … Continue reading I Miss My Boyfriend
Written May 2017 Feeling well enough to share now. Several years ago I put a video on youtube called ‘Widow Centauri is sick’ and I was very ill at the time. Had been for a number of years. I had every medical test possible done, save for a spinal tap — I was perfectly … Continue reading Death or Kundalini
Last night I was huddled up next to my only space heater, I thought about the inherent privilege in the idea of getting what you want. Dude was probably being nice when he said I hope you get everything you want in 2018 but I sat there thinking about what the word want implies, … Continue reading Want
“I have to do something different cause what I am doing isn’t working” I said to him. Then for a week he proceeded to act confused and butthurt when I told him I would spend Christmas with him at my standard rate. Apparently he is under the impression that I give my time away for … Continue reading Not Dead. Not Captured. Transformed!
I'm in New Orleans and this weekend DomCon is too. I should be excited, but with the things that are really going on in this town right now I am finding little enthusiasm for dressing up and spanking old ass white guys. I am looking forward to seeing some friends I have not seen in … Continue reading DomCon
I ended up living on a farm. An urban farm in New Orleans. I became an accidental farm manager. A month ago I didn’t even know how to pick up a chicken. Now I care for 30 of them every day. I can see how it might seem unusual for a dominatrix to become a … Continue reading Make Hay While The Sun Shines!
Earlier in the week I was working on some smutty things when my landlord’s goon started pounding on my door. He said the landlord sent him over to ‘kick the door down’ so I offered him some water and tried to negotiate a situation where that didn’t happen. He tried to talk me into opening … Continue reading Moving and Stuff