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I'm digging the debauchery of this one |
Having written highly person stuff myself, I can say that it is extremely fucking cathartic to get that $%$# written down and out of you. So if you feel called to do so, rip your own sensitive little heart out and write your story down. Whatever it is. It's all just life and we can deal, yes? Send it to me at jillhamilton001@gmail.com, then go forth unfettered.
In the meantime, here's some stuff I've been writing elsewhere while simultaneously beating back one motherfucker of a dark depressive spell. I *think* I've tamped it down, and I'm cautiously stepping forth back into the world, blinking at how bright and lovely it all is. Anyway, have a look if you'd like--and comment, tweet, like and/or share because that's how they judge how "good" they are:
--Why (Straight) Dudes Aren't Using Sex Toys. Yet in AlterNet. (Featuring smart and thoughtful wanking commentary from some articulate sex-toy usin' IBWMW readers. Thanks!)
--I Tried Cosmo's Scrunchie-on-the-Penis Sex Tip for Cosmo.
For the latter, I'm not sure if I'm being a total whore because I am indeed having sex for money. Or that I have the best job ever because I am being paid for sex. In my mind, it really could go either way. If it's the whore thing, I'm gonna to upgrade myself to "courtesan," at least, and consider myself the elite expensive kind that only few may experience.
We'll see if that works.
xoxo
jill
PS Think if you want to write something!
(photo via Lady Cheeky, as is my custom)