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Friday pussy blogging 


Whither Friday Pussy Blogging?

Before answering that question, or not, let me take a moment to consolidate the sweep of FPB.

After a few posts on my own (Courbet, Splish splash, Orange, and Uniforms) I got the idea of asking guests to post on Friday. What a crowd of bold-faced names surrounds us! Let me recognize their contributions. Chronologically:

What is your name? (DirtyTalkingGirl), My pussy is not a delicate lotus flower (Eden Gardener), I probably wouldn't be much good at writing prose about my pussy (Lili), I can’t bring myself to say pussy (Hiromi), Don’t touch me. I am feeling sensitive. , (Red Sneaker Diaries), She hate me (Violet Blue), Hi! Kim’s pussy here (Kim), Why I'm here (Melissa Moon), i *heart* my cunt (Laura), Faith is the substance of things hoped for (Lili, again), My pussy crawled into my brain when I was five (Pagan Moss), My Pussy, My Friend (Virgin Slut), A Y-chromosome is no excuse for not having a pussy (Monmouth), You are mine (Patty).

Re-reading that paragraph, I think of people who haven't FPBed yet (some of you know you are). But there may be ways to improve FPB as well. Virgin Slut helped me think of some:

  1. Antiquarians could ask the FPBers questions; what do you want to know about pussy?

  2. Pussy talking points could be made available: "Why I hate my pussy"; "Ways to make my pussy happy."

  3. Couples could become joint FPBers (Brett? Hiromi?)

  4. More art, in more media! (Bliatz does sound, for example)

Antiquiarians? What do you think of these ideas? What are your ideas? Whither Friday Pussy Blogging?

And she must lie in it 

"How was your week?"

"I travelled."

To London, but on business, and with the pound where it is, no money for whores. No money to check out the "Champagne Rooms" in Soho (a girl sits with her back to the window, Tina stencilled on her shirt). No money to walk through the nameless door at the top of the stairs on a Chinatown street (New model printed in black magic marker on a paper card pinned to the door, just as I saw it 10 years ago).

I'd brought Angel back a postcard of the Houses of Parliament gold crennelations at night, thinking Di was too much, Buckingham Palace imperial, and Big Ben too much like she might imagine I see my cock. Proof I was there, and not lying to her.

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"I haven't been in my apartment for a long time, so it needs to be cleaned. It has a's'."

I think she's trying to say ants, means roaches, No, please not that...

"What did you say your apartment had?"

"Ash!" Naked, she goes to the mirror over the nightstand, rubs vigorously. Her belly shakes, and her tits.

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"Not a talking dictionary! To learn English, you must learn how to spell!"

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The mama-san knocks. "Thank you!" calls Angel, already off the bed.

She collects the wet towels. I kick the mat for the customers' shoes so it aligns to the wall again. She makes up the bed, deft, brisk like a nurse: tuck: tuck: tuck: tuck: Tugs the sheets tight, pulls up and smooths the thin blanket, folds down the top sheet, straightens the pillows; hip-thumps the bed back to the wall:

Ready for the client who is not me.

"Does it feel like home?"

She hasn't put her uniform on yet.

I swoop down and cup her cheeks, hoist her as if my linked hands were a swingseat: her legs round my torso fly open, splay out:

"124 pounds!"

I forgot to give her the postcard.


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Apologies, fleshbotters: 
I changed the FPB link (was http://alacarte.blogspot.com/ 2005/04/friday-pussy-blogging_29.html) just after Violet posted it. Mea culpa.


Do you want to know a secret,
Do you promise not to tell, whoa oh, oh


(Please, please me)


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"My friend, he 
told me I could strip for {500} a night! And I wouldn't have to have sex!"


Is Angel right about the money? Is Angel right about the work? Does it make sense for Angel to leave the life and become a stripper?


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