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, my heart skips a beat.  For Mr. Ferrari is the epitome of straight male success:  [...]

  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 of books and magazines over people.  But at Border’s Union Square, I get the [...]

Some words come with instant pictures attached.  Like the word shit, for instance.  There’s a color to it.  Let’s face it: the word just smells. It is a strong word that assaults all your senses, and it never adds up to a pretty picture.  No matter the context. Other words suggest the intangibles, like race [...]

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, and I’m really just left with a handful.  No plans to add to the roster, [...]

So, you guys, I finally saw Gym Boy out at the bars!  It was the night before New Year’s Eve.  I had just the right mix of weed and alcohol where I was on top of my game.  By this, I only mean that I could still stand when I asked to buy Gym Boy a drink. He said [...]