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Dylan and me five years ago today when we lived in San Francisco at the top of the city on a hill in an area called Twin Peaks. We were just babes in the woods still, wide eyed does, Dylan was rocking the wompadour and my hair was blue. Sweet innocent days, we’ve come a long way baby.
Bitch not a bitch I am what I am
take it or leave it think
what you will
I always meant to write you, to contact you again, check in on you, see how you were doing, let you know I was thinking about you, let you know I cared. I thought about doing this so many times, I thought about it, but I never actually did, and now I’ve missed my chance. I should have tried harder to be there for you, I should have been a better friend. Maybe I could’ve helped you, maybe I could have helped to save you, and now I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself. I’m sorry you’re gone, I’m sorry I failed you. Goodbye, beautiful friend.
Me gearing up to binge on episodes of RuPaul’s Drag Race: All Stars 4 by myself in a hotel room in Greensboro while tucking into a massive rack of ribs with a side of tater tots and blackened brussels sprouts. My idea of a good time. This is how I party now.
Back when I used to have a day job. I feel a little sorry for anyone who’s never had the pleasure of being paid $300/hour to do things like tie random men up, hurl insults at them, make demands, kick them in their stupid balls and piss on their stupid faces. Shit was so fun I would have done it for free. So much more than just easy money, I got to dress up gorgeous, drink, smoke, have my feet kissed and be worshiped while I tortured people. Life every day literally was a goddamn party. Basically I eventually had to quit because nobody should be having that much fun all of the time. Takes the fun out of having fun. Now I just read books, write stories, exercise, clean, make art and dream about dogs. Admittedly I am still having fun. But shouldn’t wish for strife in a life because that shit will come.
I’ve known Gabriel for longer than I’ve known Dylan, he’s one of my oldest friends. The only thing nicer than having old friends is having old friends visit, we haven’t seen each other in 11 years.
It’s been 3 years since I quit smoking and 3 months since I quit drugs and drinking. Everything is going great. I’m all set for an interracial gangbang because everyone knows I love a good gangbang, especially when it’s interracial.
Whang-od Oggay is a tattoo artist from Buscalan, Tinglayan, Kalinga, Philippines. She is the last practitioner of Mambabatok (traditional Kalinga tattoo) from the Butbut Kalinga Malay Peoples and at 100 years old is one of the oldest working tattooists. Her ink is composed of a mixture of charcoal and water that is tapped into the skin through a thorn end from a Calamansi or Pomelo tree. When naysayers challengingly ask what a tattooed person will look like when they grow old, Whang-od is living proof that the answer is fucking beautiful.