How do you know when you’re a slut? When you realize you have an insatiable curiosity to see random straight guys being your bitch. It’s an extremely broad curiosity. Sometimes when I’m stoned and walking down the street I wonder what it’s ...Read More
Back in high school, I took an accounting course that taught me the meaning of the term “FOB.” Free On Board. It means free shipping to the point of destination. When I came to San Francisco, I learned a new, ...Read More
It's a quarter to midnite Wednesday night. I just walked past Reuben’s room. I stopped and listened. To my surprise, he was not snoring. After Reuben was gone with his boyfriend to the Caribbean’s for a Christmas cruise I was shocked when he came ...Read More
Dear Diary Help me. I’m not sure if I know how to write interesting stuff anymore. But I try! I try really hard. In fact, I get stoned almost EVERYDAY. It’s not for my personal enjoyment, I tell myself. It’s for ...Read More
I suppose it’s time I wrote about Mr. Ferrari. Mr. Ferrari is the Tgirl Admirer/Chaser/Lover who would be universally hated by all the rest. He is the one who ruins the game for every other chaser. When Mr. Ferrari calls, ...Read More
When I am not working (either as Cassandra or at my “real” job), my favorite thing to do is to spend an afternoon at Border’s bookstore. It’s not very sexy hobby for a prostitute, I know, to prefer the company ...Read More
Some words come with instant pictures attached. Like the word shit, for instance. There’s a color to it, too. For people whose olfactory systems are turbo charged the word can also elicit a smelly association. It is a strong word ...Read More
I am one half of a whole: I am a top girl without a good bottom. Oh I know I have my pick of men as Cassandra. But throw out all the severely misshaped, disfigured, smelly, unclean and/or massively over sized buttocks, ...Read More