Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.

“I had such a good time dancing for you… I hope you’ll come back soon so we can play some more?” I said, twirling my hair, heaving my breasts, and making big lips and eyes. “I’m leaving on a bear hunting trip tomorrow, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” MEAT. That snapped me out… Continue reading Scavenging in the new millenium, or how I stalked my winter's supply of caribou.

Strippers I have loved, v4

Purgatory used to be her name, when she was a bad-ass private party stripper in San Francisco. Now she’s sweet and stupid and has another name, but let’s call her Jessie. She stutters when she talks, and every fifth phrase is, “I don’t know.” As in “there was this g-guy, and I d-don’t know, I… Continue reading Strippers I have loved, v4

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Look what I got!

It’s henna. It’s right on the spot where my back hurts from my SI joint, and I got to thinking. This SI joint fucked-ness is caused by walking around in eight inch heels, hyper-arching my back at work, and doing all those sexy arching floorwork moves. The henna tatt is right on that sexy spot… Continue reading Look what I got!

Leaving paradise

I stayed at the cabin for a few days (3? 5? I gotta start keeping track of time). Bro didn’t wear a leash the whole time and we just roamed around the woods and played in the stream. I wanted to stay forever. But I didn’t. I left. Leaving was an experience. Suddenly I met… Continue reading Leaving paradise