Don't recognize that? You might be reading the wrong web site.
Michelle sez she's enjoying it.
And of course I've still not gotten 'round to seeing the first one.
Don't think it's a political decision, not calling myself a sex worker; I honestly don't think the label applies.. .
But, um, enough about that, have you seen Jason's redesign, he changed the subject abruptly.
Also, Nalo mentioned an interview in Hyphen Magazine with SF erotica writer and publisher Cecilia Tan, who, it turns out, is going to be at Marcon. Which I suppose gives me another excuse to head to Columbus, as if I need one.
And she has Rants and Political Essays, but my brain is still processing everything from last week and refuses to even look at them. It's a mite stubborn at times, I'm afraid.
Right, one last thing:
She made believe she was the Tan-Tan from the Carnival, or maybe the Robber Queen, entering the town square in high state for all the people to bring her accolades and praise and their widows' mites of gold and silver for saving them from the evil plantation boss (she wasn't too sure what an "accolade" was, oui, but she had heard Ben say it when he played the Robber King masque at Carnival time the year before).
I heard that you were drunk and mean
Down at the Dairy Queen
There just enough of you in me,
For me to have this sympathy
And take it in stride,
I know I had mine,
And you were as kind,
I am told.
np: Dairy Queen (words and music by Amy Ray), Indigo Girls, All That We Let In