Gina. Writer, cultural worker, queer cripple, genderqueer femme, Paisano strega, fat sex worker, devout pervert, earnest nerd.
This tumblr is usually a personal blog (or at least, as "personal" as I'm gonna get on The Public Internetz). Mostly, this is where I go to stay in touch with far-away friends, blow off steam, be silly, post pictures of my cats, and talk about which David Bowie song is the queerest.
If you're a fan of my writing, take a peek at my current manuscript in progress: How To Have A Body.
Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the internet. Enjoy your stay. <3
I make a helluva tuna melt & collard greens, and there is kabocha squash & shallots about to be roasted.
Station To Station is the perfect album for Kitchen Bitchery.
Vintage slips are perfectly acceptable Kitchen Bitch wear, thank you very much.
Seriously, how have I never listened to Station To Station before? This is pretty much exactly like when I listened to The Idiot and Here Come The Warm Jets and screamed and writhed on the floor and wanted to go back in time and gift them to my 16 y/o self and be like “It’ll be okay, kid, ‘cause there is this album.”
I’m only half-kidding about Point #4. There is a reason that one of the books I’m working on is called The Record.