I tend to look innocent enough to take home to your mother. That, in itself, is pretty funny. I can put out a candle with snakewhip (sometimes), hula-hoop while balancing on a tightrope (if three seconds counts), I can juggle three balls while standing on someone's shoulders (on occasion). I might create a portrait that will look nothing like you but you will want to take it home anyway.
Lately, I manage a residential facility for people with mental illness. I try to make time for oil painting, though photography has taken over. I'm a pomosexual kinkmeister who can't hold her liquer. I will give impromptu fisting lectures to elderly ladies at bus stops. I have written reams of poetry and half a novel which no one will never ever see (thank god). I think Luce Irigaray's writings are poetic and that she is best read alongside Joyce Mansour.
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