My Bloggy Wogg (Vol. IV)
"Even when I was waiting nervously in North London pub toilets, having diarrhoea and smoking grass to calm down, I could still cling onto a new sense of purpose." -- R. Brand, My Booky Wook, p. 216.
I thought of Russell today while reading the New York Times piece entitled, "Recklessly Seeking Sex on Craigslist." The whole Craiglist murders in Boston thang was the impetus for said story, but this excerpt is the real gravy. It's from a chick who sells used panties. Enuf typed...
Nola has acquired a stalker as a result of her actions, but still distributes her panties. She does not have sex with the men she meets online, meets them only in public places, and keeps a file of their names and photos, making sure a friend knows where to find it. She doesn’t limit herself to straight men. “I put ads up for lesbians looking for women’s undies, gay men looking for undies, rough-and-tumble guys,” she said. “This is just me sitting and being silly.”
God bless America. Silly land that I love.