Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Two of my friends are getting married tomorrow. I was asked to officiate the wedding. I’ve been blown away at what an honor this has been! Which is why I ask all of you readers to not tell anyone that I just now finished my wedding speech(!) The wedding is in 17 hours. I always […]

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§1153 · August 27, 2010 · Daily1, Love Project · (No comments) ·


On the last day of the month, and with heavy hearts, let us say goodbye to the Month of Love — now, now: don’t get your girdle all in a bunch. February may be over, but the love goes on. To quote our resident favorite e.e. cummings “life’s not a paragraph / And death i […]

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§84 · February 28, 2006 · Love Project · (No comments) ·


I’m doing a show tonight at the Make Out Room in San Francisco called “Mortified” which is a show that stars everyday adults sharing aloud their most embarrassing, pathetic and private teenage diary entries, poems, love letters, lyrics and locker notes… in front of total strangers,” — a kind of “personal redemption through public humiliation” […]

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§143 · February 27, 2006 · Love Project · 2 comments ·


When speaking of love, it is important to acknowledge — in addition to the things which one does love — that which one does not. You know, for the sake of balance. God forbid I write of yin while neglecting the yang. * * * Scene: An apartment building in San Francisco. Morning. A light […]

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§141 · February 25, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative, San Francisco glory · (No comments) ·


Although my “Poetry to a Transvestite Prostitute“ Project is now complete, I am not done with the poetry, nor the love. It may be a short month, but February ain’t over yet. For all of you wishing I would stop with the smoochy-smoochy-love-fluff stuff already, know that March is just around the corner, and it […]

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§140 · February 22, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative · 1 comment ·


9, The seasons are changing. She’s dressed in a short — what looks like leather — mini skirt, a few straps of fabic dangling down, like seaweed tendrils. She has on strappy heels, a black low cut shirt, and carries a matching purse looped around her thin wrist. She really is the epitome of style. […]

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§134 · February 22, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


8, Ummmm. Hey, Candy. How’s it goin’? Soooo I’ve run this by a couple of friends, and they fall into two camps: those who think I should just ante up and talk to you, and those who think me crazy. Well, okay, there’s a third camp: those who think I should stop with the poetry […]

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§130 · February 17, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


I bought 100 Speed Racer, Barbie, and Looney Toons paper valentines and handed them out to strangers in the financial district while wearing a satin wedding dress. I’d have pictures, but there’s this whole waiver of using someone’s likeness without consent thing I didn’t want to deal with, so you’ll have to trust me. And […]

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§127 · February 14, 2006 · Love Project · (No comments) ·


(To make your very own custom candy heart, follow this link.) Oh, dear. I’ve fallen behind in my poetry venture. Blame it on the weather. There was [gasp!] sun here in the city. It was February. It felt like summer. Can I be blamed for spending some days in the park rather than writing Odes […]

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§125 · February 14, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


4, Trannie: Tonight, as I “get lost” with Chet Baker, I look out my window and see you, there, in front of the SF Party Store, (from) whence I bought my tasteful white Christmas lights on a string. I don’t know, tonight, if you are a transvestite or not. I suppose if you’re not, then […]

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§124 · February 9, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


3, Today I really think I’m going to ask you to, you know, talk—but I chicken out. I want to yell this to you, yell: How Much Do You Cost? But I think this might be construed as rude. [Night three: Acrositic poem with dactylic tetrameter (kinda); rhyme scheme ababbaba] Trannie appears with the fleeing […]

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§122 · February 8, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


2, (dear Trannie,) I really mean you no offense. I am so fascinated by you. You look so stunning and strange there in that silver off-the-collar V-neck thingie. (I couldn’t pull that off.) You have these great shoulders which shine. I wonder today: how much do you cost? [Night two: rhymed, metered] I see you, […]

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§121 · February 8, 2006 · Love Project, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


I got three hours of sleep last night — I’m not complaining. I’m using this as a preface to this Project Launch. I am including this little anecdote, now, which I’m about to deliver, in the next sentence, for a reason. You see, I went to bed late (11PM) and had to get up early […]

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§120 · February 7, 2006 · Love Project, PROJECTS, Tranny Prostitute · (No comments) ·


Dad came into room and said “Shan, it’s 6:15 — you want another half an hour?” and when normally I would think no, no I need to get up now. I am visiting Sonoma County for only 48 hours; I must rise and meet the day like Sultan-Warrior-God and go forth and Accomplish (capital “a”), […]

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§118 · February 5, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative · 1 comment ·


You knew it had to happen: with the dawning of the second calendar month of this glorious year of 2006, we witness the infamous V-Day approaching. Yay, Love! [!@#$%giggle*&^!] In all seriousness, I’m not really in the mood. (I’ve been on codeine and antibiotics all month; I’m just ready to leave January behind, damn it. […]

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§113 · February 3, 2006 · Love Project, PROJECTS · 2 comments ·