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I’m in my twenties. I haven’t managed to get
much fiction published, and as of yet, I have
no zeens but people don’t seem to mind my
political essays, so there’s a couple of them
out there. I live in Youngstown, Ohio.
There’s big empty steel-mills rotting all
over the place, and crackheads wandering the
streets at all hours of the night, asking
everyone they see for $3. For a while, I
wanted to be a high school English teacher.
Then I became a stripper and, knowing that
background checks for teachers are pretty
intense, and that there would be school board
meetings with angry parents calling me a
perversion of nature and a detriment to
youthful minds, I decided to change my
major. Now I take journalism classes, and
maybe someday, when I’m all grown up, I’ll
get a job doing journalistic things.
I like to read about sex a lot. So I like
Charles Bukowski, Jean Rhys and Georges
Bataille. I’m also a DeBeauvoir reader. She
didn’t write much about sex, but I hear she
liked to have it. There’s a big pile of Tim
Hall chapbooks in my bathroom right now. I
read them when I take baths or poop. They’re
very good. Michael Estabrook’s poetry puts a
smile on my face also.
For fun, I engage in pole-dancing and I watch
and act/take my clothes off in B-horror
movies. The straight-to-DVD kind. I also
enjoy sitting in twenty-four hour diners
during the 3 am bar rush to observe the
drunks, and sometimes join them. I don’t
exercise, but I do have a lot of sex.
One day I’d like to work for a porn
magazine. A real one. Not Playboy. That is
to porn what the Paris Review is to
literature; bloated nonsense.
simonedb109@yahoo.com