Posts in November, 2009

Art & Culture, continued

Monday, November 30th, 2009
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New comment on your post #809 “Art & Culture Series” Author : Ian Comment:  At first….I thought “Should we be worried our favorite hooker has a substance abuse problem?”.  Then I realized: Who am I to be critical of Cassandra’s method of reaching a place of higher awareness?  Especially when the final scrawl upon her [...]

Art & Culture Series

Thursday, November 19th, 2009
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I took myself to the Palace of the Legion of Honor this week.  When did Miss Ghetto-Fried-Chicken-Buffet-Cassandra become so cultured, you ask?  It was after my friend Muscle Mary revealed to me the secret of art connosseurs everywhere.  Are you ready for the secret?  Are you ready to embark on your own Dan Brown adventure the next time you’re in a [...]

H2O

Friday, November 13th, 2009
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Mr. Water Bottle was one of my first dates off CL’s Casual Encounters section.  He is Mr. Water Bottle because he always brought a mini bottled water to our dates.  He would politely decline all my offers of alcohol, soda, marijuana.  He would, however, always accept my shecock into his mouth.  He’d just say, No, thank you [...]

Savage Love, Final Edit

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009
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After Mr. Black Athlete left I was done with business for the day.  It’s always a good idea to end on a high note.  I let poor Hank, who sat moping in the hotel lobby for hours, back into our hotel room.  I decided to have a little fun with him.  I was still in my Cassandra [...]

Savage Love, Part Deux

Sunday, November 8th, 2009
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  So… picking up where we left off.  After Stout Man, I opened the door to my CL casual encounters date.  He was African American.  Right away, I thought to myself, there goes any hope of me receiving a blowjob. I’ve dated a few African American guys as Cassandra.  My experience has been that they [...]

Savage Love, Cassandra Style

Friday, November 6th, 2009
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Guess what, you guys? I saw Dan Savage, Savage Love himself, in the lobby of my hotel in Portland!!!  It was like meeting the patron saint of prostitutes.  I wanted to run up to him and scream, OhMyGod is it really you, Mr. Savage? I read your advice column religiously!  You are sooo right on!  [...]