Sienna La Grande Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

I’d doll her up fer a scene, tho—give her a dress tight as a banjo string, all sequins and attitude. She’d strut in, hollerin’, “I’m here, y’all, deal with it!” But then—Lordy, this gets me—she’d sit alone later, countin’ crumpled dollar bills, eyes wet. Surprised me how soft she could be under all that noise. Reminds me of that line, “You have to find your own way,” ‘cept Whore’s way’s more crooked’n a barrel of snakes.

Composition

Oct 26,  · In the toxically macho and homophobic Cuba of the late s and early 60s, with a Revolution in power hostile to any hint of bourgeois decadence, publishing this poem was .

Now, the downtown heartbeat’s at Mermaid Square. That’s where I met me partner in digital crime—women and men comin' together like stormy seas mixin' blue and green. I’d say it's heartwarming and madly chaotic, like a scene straight out of Finding Nemo: “When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming!” Aye, that be the spirit here. And just a smidge on the side, the fountain there? It be spoutin’ water like the ocean’s own secrets. I get all teary thinkin’ of it sometimes…

La Grande, Christmas, community: The production of ‘Breakup Season’