Wanna See Me As a Whore? Yeah, I Said Whore.

I’m a member of the Poetry Brothel here in NYC. We, the whores, dress up in tartish outfits and read poetry for cash, and it is hot, hot, hot! I was thinking of keeping this part of my life away from my blogging life, but the photo they put up on their website is just too good not to share. So, yes, I’m a whore, and a poet, and I’m vain. So what? If you’ve got it, flaunt it! Check out my slutty poet character Fanny Firewater and her Wild West bi, here, and please do attend the next brothel and pay me cash moneys for my “services.” Yes, they’re sexy. I promise.