A full week of sitting in front of the computer and rebuilding my website has left me sorta cranky. My boyfriend’s picking me up now and we’re going for an after-work cocktail at a new hotel (with giant terrace, to enjoy the very lovcly outdoors.) I leave you with this song, which will remain novel and lovely through at least the weekend. It comes via Copenhagen’s Parallel Dance Ensemble, and right now I’m loving it, mainly for the fact that it contains the phrase “disco chili dogs.”
Filed under: personal | Tags: letters, prostitution, rentboys, the oldest profession
I had meant to send something to Susannah Breslin when she was doing the Letters From Working Girls series, but either I was too late sending it (probably) or she didn’t want to end the series with a letter from someone who wasn’t actually a girl (possibly) or maybe she just didn’t like it. In any case, I just found it when I was cleaning out e-mails so I figured I’d post it here.
