My legs are so banged-up I have to cake them with make-up when I dance. The bruises life leaves on my body are so obvious. I wonder how the ones on my mind and spirit manifest? I venture to say they're just as obvious, although perhaps not to me.
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.