Olivia Canegrate Whore ❤️❤️

About Milan

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

Contributors

A Vindication of The Rights of Whores is a anthology edited by Gail Pheterson [fr] with a preface by Margo St. James. The book consists of the voices of a diverse group of prostitutes, Missing: Canegrate.

I get there, and he’s just sitting there, looking all sad. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not the end of the world!” But he’s all mopey. So, we grab a gelato from that little shop nearby. Best decision ever.

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