Although I’ve been holding it in my hands since kindergarten, I didn’t put it to good use until the fifth grade. That was when I discovered its guilty pleasures. I knew, instinctively, that I had innate talent – you can say I had a firm grip on things. The twirling of my wrist, the [...]
The weekend Amy Winehouse passed away, I celebrated her life by trying to write. In other words, I got stoned and went out for a drink. Between my sips of Bud Light at the bar, I scribbled away furiously in my notepad. I tried to capture every moment (of what I was sure) deeply [...]
Lately I have been taking a break from standup comedy to pursue literary readings. A piece I submitted to Quiet Lightning, arguably the most popular monthly series in San Francisco, and hosted by the dashing Evan Karp, was selected for its August reading at the Conservatory of Flowers in San Francisco’s Golden [...]
Plushgun Reuben can be the best pal at times. He grew up the youngest in a family of 11 kids. When we became roommates, he told me his biggest gift to me would be to show me what it’s like to have siblings. Let me tell you this: having siblings is not all it’s cracked [...]
I’m not allowed to have guys over these days. Not when I’m dressed as Cassandra. Reuben forbids it because I got turned on by a serial date rapist who looks like Tom Brady. But who wanted to be raped. By me. Maybe I’m lacking in morals. But who turns down the chance to fuck Tom [...]
It is morning. Our heroine wakes up with a major boner. Her cock is engorged inside her panties. The blood vessels in her shaft are operating at full capacity. Sleepily, and not quite consciously, she begins to rub her fully erect cock against the mattress. But before things get too heated (and past the stage [...]
When I fucked Tie-Me-Up, when I finally entered him and gave him a thorough pounding, let him feel the swelling of my cock inside him, I got into it because it felt good. The penis is an amazing instrument. I love it. I love sticking it in. But when I entered Tie-Me-Up, he started crying. [...]
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 [...]