Ecofeminist Musings – Page 5

We collect fetishes like feathers and we deconstruct gender.

Davka wrote something beautiful about me.

Alaskans I have loved, v3

So here I am, sitting at this coffeeshop writing a story about the hand fetishist I met last night when I looked up and saw my seventh grade science teacher talking to one of the city planning people who gather here to hypothesize about things like energy and commerce and grassroots government. We had the… Continue reading Alaskans I have loved, v3

Living With Intention

“The road just seems to call, it’s like an old time friend… needs a little visit now and then.” –Susan Grace I think this is the main reason that I choose to live alone and on the road. When I’m on the road, in a new place, I wake up every morning and weave the… Continue reading Living With Intention

Stories From The Road: "Well, you don't look exceedingly rich…"

Last weekend while my mother’s husband and I were replacing my alternator he found my oil leak: two lines that went from the block above the filter to an oil cooler thingy beside the radiator. Which was really good, because ever since the last time I changed my oil a couple weeks ago the van… Continue reading Stories From The Road: "Well, you don't look exceedingly rich…"

It's getting to be quite enough of that

Today I had to participate (very peripherally, unfortunately) in making eleven 5-7 year olds sit with their heads down for an hour and a half. Their crime? They were given an hour and a half to sit at their desks and independently finish several assignments. They didn’t finish them. So, during recess, library, and gym… Continue reading It's getting to be quite enough of that

Underworld Reality (you know: social deviance)

I’ve written about this before, of course. When you’re a stripper you’re not really subject to all the craziness of the “real world.” Or I’m not anyways, I hope you’re not either but if you are, just disregard all my generalizations. No one expects you to get up early every day, no one expects you… Continue reading Underworld Reality (you know: social deviance)

Strippers I Have Loved, v5

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

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