Pittsburgh poet and filmmaker, Jessica Fenlon, has written a poem about the Cosmic Titty which connects colonialization to psychic vampirism in a brutal, yet beautiful way. Read it here: please don’t feed the vampires.
Category: Ecofeminist Musings
Parting Shot
On my way out of that big city I used to hang out in I decided to drive past my old house in the little town outside the big city. The house looked the same, from the road. The woman who’d bought it with me with mighty aspirations of ripping it down and building something… Continue reading Parting Shot
The Stripper and The Cosmic Titty
“…a construct, a man-made, literally a man-made construct which traps women into playing the role of emotional wet-nurse to their emotionally challenged, inferior male partners. The cosmic-titty archetype. The mother earth you can mine and drill and fuck over and over again for her resources, the mother that will always forgive.†– Davka Davka writes… Continue reading The Stripper and The Cosmic Titty
Clients I have loved
I’m back in an old city, and getting to see my favorite client ever in a few hours. It’s been a few years, and I’ve missed him. The thing about sex work is that you can get so close and intimate with people with no real life repercussions. Sometimes it takes a lot of lies… Continue reading Clients I have loved
Stripping Trends
Stripping, the actual dancing part, is like folk art. Dance anthropologists should be documenting us. Fortunately for me, you don’t have to be good at it to do it. Mostly if you get naked nobody really notices what else you do. There are trends, little moves or postures, that come and go in the collective… Continue reading Stripping Trends
When it all starts to blur
“You can go ahead,” a guy in one of those long trendy coats motions me up to the counter. I’m scanning the menu boards, and I don’t see anything that’s not coffee. I don’t drink coffee. There’s a sign for cheese soup, but I bet it’s thickened with flour and that will make me sick,… Continue reading When it all starts to blur
Nightwalking
I’m hanging out with Possum and eating great food and witch doctoring each other and everythings wonderful. In the midst of all this I haven’t written anything. I did interview Possum, but I can’t seem to upload the video. So, instead, here’s something I wrote a long time ago, which Kate reminded me of with… Continue reading Nightwalking
Hobos I have loved, v.2
His name was Red Fox, and the last time I was driving through this area we picked him up hitchhiking. It was when I lived in a bus with my girlfriend and another woman. We’d parked overnight in a WalMart parking lot, and in the morning we took turns getting off the bus and having… Continue reading Hobos I have loved, v.2
Stripping Gods
Usually stripping goddesses’ are sensual, raw, strong. You feel them in the curve of your hip as you spin, in the strong muscles of your thigh as you move your hips with the music. You see them in the stars and cosmic fuzz when you roll down from that upside down position and flip upright… Continue reading Stripping Gods
New Laptop
I should have listened to Esther and done it back when the Gateway first broke. Last night I graced a gentleman with my company for the night. He owns an oil company and I could not resist the goldmine of a sociological train wreck that is me in this crazily Christian town, in the middle… Continue reading New Laptop