Category: Poetry
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Poetry, Poetry, Poetry
I’m going to go ahead and post a poem. Because I spent all weekend reading and listening to poetry at the Second Annual New York City Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island, and dammit, this shizzle is fo’ rizzle! (That rhymed! Ah, poetry is everywhere!!) Broad Strokes I will never rip a single bird from among…
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Research, Readings, and WTF?!
Several things you all should know about: 1) I’m researching the issue of adult performers and health care and have gotten some interesting leads. I’m trying to get in touch with Amber Peach about her article on Huffington Post, and have planned a few chats with performers about the issue. 2) The Second Annual New…
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Poor Mouth Poetry this Wednesday
Come one, come all, to my featured reading at An Beal Bocht‘s monthly Poor Mouth Poetry open mic night! I’ll be spouting poetry and the like for 10-15 minutes as the featured reader, and a whole host of other talented writers will read their work as part of the open mic. It’s sure to be…
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Closed Circuit
A closed circuit, you said. The intertwining of us so complex we could not unlock our lips at 5 am. You struck deeper than I knew I was. The colors of our eyes melted into a new spectrum behind the sound of rain— or was there thunder that night? Or just the darkness? …
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Poetry Brothel at Figment NYC this Weekend! Wheeeee!
The New York Poetry Brothel will be at Figment this weekend on Governor’s Island, lounging our finest whore wear! The festival is going to be aMAZing and full of collaborative (and free!) art for attendees to admire and help create, music, dancing, face-painting, and weirdness of all kinds! I may be less my usual Fanny…
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Poetry Brothel Benefit Thursday 05/24
My darlings, I know I am occasionally over the moon about the Poetry Brothel and constantly trying to get anyone within earshot to hear how great it is. And I often try to force you poor people to dish out some dough to attend a brothel event. So please, do bear with me as I…
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Me, in Costume, Black and White, and Wig Cap, for your Entertainment
After an extended bout of craziness involving running my porn panel at apexart last Wednesday, hosting several out-of-town visitors and one Madison Young at my tiny Bronx apartment for many evenings, showing said out-of-town visitors around the city, and juggling many ideas and projects… I am burned out. I wanted to write you all something…
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We Would Prefer an Ending
There are strings upon which we tread, on our toes, Between strikes of the clock. Every silence of every second could stretch out indefinitely and dissolve at our touch into static fuzz, uncertain physics, our brains forming faces—drawing connections—between black squirming blotches of background radiation.
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Poetry Brothel
I don’t talk much about the Poetry Brothel here, for some reason that, in retrospect, I can’t discern. I think when I started writing about porn, I was eager to keep my “respectable” life separate from it and see where it took me as Miss Lagsalot. The Poetry Brothel, despite the somewhat scandalous name, is…
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The Poetry Brothel
Hello fellow degenerates! I have mentioned before elsewhere that I seduce NYC as part of the Poetry Brothel. Click that saucy photo above to read Fanny Firewater’s life story, which includes tidbits such as this: Her fiery temperament and early-recognized tendency toward sexual deviance frightened her good, hard-working mother and father, as did her hair–neither…