I should be working on my book. I should be headed to the vu already. I’m so overwhelmingly horny that I can’t focus. I’m addicted to a fist. I’m loopy like a teenage girl. But the fist in question is now just my fist, not really anything else, just my sex buddy. I’s hard to … Continue reading A Few Words on Fisting
Tag: Widow Centauri
I have been up all night. I have been looking for vanilla / straight jobs. I have been working on my resume and my niteflirt and clips4sale store. I have been doing that silly thing I do when I start to wonder how much longer I can take it in the smut business. Now that … Continue reading Another Useless Bitch? — just call me on niteflirt
That left me shivering and cold. Sobbing and hyperventilating. Completely overwhelmed. But the orgasm didn’t really feel that strong. It felt kind of alright. I have only had a couple orgasms since I came to New England ten days ago to deal with my things, deal with the life I ran away from. Before I … Continue reading I Just Had An Orgasm …
Happy Mardi Gras! I’m in New Orleans until further notice. In October I went to Alaska and when I came home it appeared as though my life had gone to shit. My neighbor had seriously upped the dysfunction in the building. There were bedbugs all over near her downstairs unit, then she set off a … Continue reading Happy Mardi Gras!
I spent ten hours sleeping today. I was sleeping like a drug addict. I spent about two days awake, maybe. I was awake all weekend. I could look at my personal diary and see when I woke up, when I went to sleep. My life has become the sort of life where I must keep … Continue reading Wankers on My Phone
Yep! That is what we are having here this week folks. The sort of week that really makes you value your elitist anti-social book fetish. Where to begin? A while back I mentioned how my neighbor was trying to build a fire pit — maybe you recall, it’s not that crucial as the landlord (obviously) … Continue reading White Trash — Trailer Park — Super Party!
If you have been reading my blog and are wondering what they hell is up with my pissed off attitude lately I’m here to answer your burning itchy question. A bunch of shit is irking me. It’s not really your fault, dear reader, though I’m sure that my random diatribe might suggest otherwise. Don’t get … Continue reading The Entitlement of Day People
I am not a huge fan of July 4th. Yes, independence from the english is always a day to be celebrated, fuck colonization. I choose to celebrate independence in ways that are not reflected by the culture in which I find myself living. Instead of drinking too much and playing with explosives I generally tend … Continue reading Independence, Freedom, Paulo Freire and Me
I am feeling slightly less hostile this week. I’m not sure why. I went to the Gold Club and stayed in a hotel for two nights. I worked three shifts in a row. First night was horrible. I was glad I thought to bring money for the room cause there was no one in the … Continue reading Slightly Less Hostile
