Last night I had a dream I lost my shoes and walked around Bryant Park barefoot. Nobody seemed to notice, even when I eventually wandered into the nearby subway station.
"Not again," I sighed.
PS Lately I've been weirdly preoccupied with the F Train. I wonder if I should ride it more just to discover the source of the attraction. Maybe I'll find a new hideout or soul mate of some variety...
PS I once sold a pair of my used panties to a craigslist pervert for 75 dollars in front of the Bryant Park F Train entrance. A lot of my friends were doing it, so I thought I'd give it a try. It's an experience not really worth repeating, though. I figure the odds of getting stalked after 3 or 4 such exchanges are about 100%. Who needs money that badly?
About Me
- Robin Holly
- I'm a purity ring-wearing Christian writer for a feminist magazine also currently exploring the freedom and stigma of taboo professions part-time. So far I've been: 1.) A fine art model in Chicago 2.) A (clothed) bit part porn actress in Los Angeles 3.) A professional dominatrix in Manhattan 4.) A topless dancer in Queens and Manhattan, using the microcosm of the strip club as a venue for adventures in subjective reality. I also bruise easily and have a mild form of narcolepsy.