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Aphrodite Phoenix
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in Oceanside, NY, The United States
October 05
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AND THE POINT of ALL this Agony IS...?
My short story collection is meant to be a fiction-based concordance to the masterwork, "Are They Brilliant...." and yet it has a life of its own. It's chic lit, I guess, because it's written by a woman, and it's ten tales that showcase some critical aspects of the distinctly female experience.
But then again, a gentleman read it, and gave it an Amazon 5-star review. I was so happy to see that.
So Read more of this blog post »
But then again, a gentleman read it, and gave it an Amazon 5-star review. I was so happy to see that.
So Read more of this blog post »
“I had lots of appointments, many places to go, and I needed a lot of rest; the art of constructively selling oneself requires much tender self-care”
― Are They Bad Girls or Brilliant?: The Truths Behind the Fight for Independent Prostitutes' Rights
― Are They Bad Girls or Brilliant?: The Truths Behind the Fight for Independent Prostitutes' Rights
“How could she have gotten herself here? To this place where she stood by while the man she adored checked out things to share with his wife?
You knew what you were getting into.
But that wasn’t really true. One never knew, not entirely, not until in really deep. She screamed and seethed in raw silence. Damien came in then, and spooned her. He hadn’t a clue she was an impulse away from getting up, dressing, and leaving.
How shocked he would be, if she did that.
And he’d conclude that she wasn’t the well-matched true lover that he thought he had finally, at long last, discovered.
That thought ploughed a spike deeply through her. It gouged her so much that her breath stopped. It hurt her even more than did the wife. And she knew in that moment while he settled into bliss that she wasn’t going to leave, that leaving hadn’t had the slightest chance.”
― And The Point of All this Agony is...?
You knew what you were getting into.
But that wasn’t really true. One never knew, not entirely, not until in really deep. She screamed and seethed in raw silence. Damien came in then, and spooned her. He hadn’t a clue she was an impulse away from getting up, dressing, and leaving.
How shocked he would be, if she did that.
And he’d conclude that she wasn’t the well-matched true lover that he thought he had finally, at long last, discovered.
That thought ploughed a spike deeply through her. It gouged her so much that her breath stopped. It hurt her even more than did the wife. And she knew in that moment while he settled into bliss that she wasn’t going to leave, that leaving hadn’t had the slightest chance.”
― And The Point of All this Agony is...?
“I had lots of appointments, many places to go, and I needed a lot of rest; the art of constructively selling oneself requires much tender self-care”
― Are They Bad Girls or Brilliant?: The Truths Behind the Fight for Independent Prostitutes' Rights
― Are They Bad Girls or Brilliant?: The Truths Behind the Fight for Independent Prostitutes' Rights
“How could she have gotten herself here? To this place where she stood by while the man she adored checked out things to share with his wife?
You knew what you were getting into.
But that wasn’t really true. One never knew, not entirely, not until in really deep. She screamed and seethed in raw silence. Damien came in then, and spooned her. He hadn’t a clue she was an impulse away from getting up, dressing, and leaving.
How shocked he would be, if she did that.
And he’d conclude that she wasn’t the well-matched true lover that he thought he had finally, at long last, discovered.
That thought ploughed a spike deeply through her. It gouged her so much that her breath stopped. It hurt her even more than did the wife. And she knew in that moment while he settled into bliss that she wasn’t going to leave, that leaving hadn’t had the slightest chance.”
― And The Point of All this Agony is...?
You knew what you were getting into.
But that wasn’t really true. One never knew, not entirely, not until in really deep. She screamed and seethed in raw silence. Damien came in then, and spooned her. He hadn’t a clue she was an impulse away from getting up, dressing, and leaving.
How shocked he would be, if she did that.
And he’d conclude that she wasn’t the well-matched true lover that he thought he had finally, at long last, discovered.
That thought ploughed a spike deeply through her. It gouged her so much that her breath stopped. It hurt her even more than did the wife. And she knew in that moment while he settled into bliss that she wasn’t going to leave, that leaving hadn’t had the slightest chance.”
― And The Point of All this Agony is...?
Sex Workers' Rights, Human Rights
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The war over sex workers' rights is a worldwide, hot-button controversy. It’s the biggest women's issue of our time. This author's group has been foun ...more
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No pretensions: just poetry. Stop by, recommend books, offer up poems (excerpted), tempt us, taunt us, tell us what to read and where to go (to read ...more
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