MANIFESTO PART 7 – act #2

I hated working at Dirty Dan’s. For being in San Diego it really was an unscrupulous place. Dancing in a club near to the border in a big city was tough, there were lots of dangerous drug traffickers and other seedy types targeting you. The manager of the club himself …

MANIFESTO PART SEVEN.. act #1

She wasn’t lying when she said we were leaving early. After Nik finished yelling at me to get out of bed, she stole my pillow and strode out of my bedroom.I struggled to keep my eyes closed against the blinding sunlight. I opened one eye and looked down my tan …

MANIFESTO PART SIX

Like wet sex, Let me feel your lips glide across the span of my hips. Frenzied pace, out of breath my breasts push tightly against your chest . Taste your desires ,taste your dreams. Nothing is ever as it seems. Cilmb to the top of the tallest tree see what …

MANIFESTO PART FIVE

The young acne faced guy on the back of the bus kept looking at me and raising his eyebrows. I groan and look out the window at Speedway Blvd., wishing I could escape this bus and the perverts on it. I had on very tight button up cutoffs and a …

MANIFESTO PART FOUR

” Who in the hell brings a notebook to the beach anyway ?” my brother -in – law said, inspecting a ragged homeade tattoo on his arm as he rubbed BananaBoat on his skin. I clasp my story and roll my eyes at their small town stupidity and in my …

MANIFESTO PART THREE

I was 15 when I met HIM. He was older, tattooed and had been to jail before. His family was a notorious bunch of roughnecks from West Virginia and I found him sexy, a big man child really and his innocent love of things was endearing to me.Under the shameful …

MANIFESTO PART TWO : I WANT TO BE

I was always a very hungry girl. Nothing was enough, no one could love me enough. There was this huge void inside of me , devouring everything it could and crying out for more. It was no doubt at age 14 I began getting into trouble, left home ,skipped school …

MANIFESTO PART ONE

“I Want To Be” The need and want of you steals away my breath . Like dragons fire burning through my chest , coursing through my veins . Tie myself to St. Andrews cross while crying out your name. All bound with black tape to learn life’s a game of …