Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

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) ·


(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) ·