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