Anonymous said: are you still a phone sex operator? If so, I would really like some advice! I'm thinking about becoming a phone sex operator to make a little extra money. How long have you been doing it for? And do you like it?? Thank you :))
2. four years
3. I kinda hate it
I would be more than happy to give some advice though, extra money is always a plus….but I would prefer to do it privately!
thank you mythological gods and divine deities
my man gave me so much blood last night
“I am his tomb. The earth is nothing. Dead. Staves and orchards issue from my mouth. His. Perfume my chest, which is wide, wide open. A greengage plum swells his silence. The bees escape from his eyes, from his sockets where the liquid pupils have flowed from under the flaccid eyelids. To eat a youngster shot on the barricades, to devour a young hero, is no easy thing. We all love the sun. My mouth is bloody. So are my fingers. I tore the flesh to shreds with my teeth. Corpses do not usually bleed. His did.”
— Jean Genet, Funeral Rites
I was just on with a client who switched from a woman’s voice to a high-pitched elven voice to a very deep masculine voice. When I asked him what he was, he said “pure consciousness, omniscience, omnipresence, a fly on the wall” and then hung up.
I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark; my sandals climbed upon the branches. High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-spread fork and swung my feet into the void. It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled with the moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms. I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.
Hymn To Astarte
Mother inexhaustible and incorruptible, creatures, born the first, engendered by thyself and by thyself conceived, issue of thyself alone and seeking joy within thyself, Astarte! Oh! Perpetually fertilized, virgin and nurse of all that is, chaste and lascivious, pure and revelling, ineffable, nocturnal, sweet, breather of fire, foam of the sea! Thou who accordest grace in secret, thou who unites, thou who lovest, thou who seizes with furious desire the multiplied races of savage beasts and the couplets the sexes in the wood. Oh, irresistible Astarte! hear me, take me, possess me, oh, Moon! and thirteen times each year draw from my womb the sweet libation of my blood!
-Pierre Louÿs, from The Songs of Bilitis
"Do not kiss me, my love.
Do not hold me, my love.
If you love me, my love,
Anna Swir, from Kill Me