SlightlyBent Ghoes with Ghost.io
Everything is going my way. My skin is clear, my pu$$y is wet, I'm high, horny, and hysterical. I'm in love with my life and I need you to know that. Because I see a lotta disappointment and angst and anxiety and fear in our society. There's a fuck ton going on, and that's cool and all but and I need ya to dead that doomerism shit. Being joyful is revolutionary. Be a comrade. Crack a smile.
I'm joyful, but that doesn't mean I'm not enraged. I've been paying attention since I was eight. In a mock election I cast my vote for Ralph Nader unironically. I've voted third party ever since because greens and purples look better to me than reds and blues. Fuck a Coke and Pepsi runoff, I want Blue Sky Cola.
I left substack because a trusted author wrote of the overwhelming fascism and white supremacy on the site. So now i'm here, because as a crippled cvnt i cannot play where fascists lay. I don't know if this space is better in that regard, but we'll see and if not i'll just hop someplace else. I'm agile like that, I gotta be!
This is gonna be a cool space tho, I can already tell. I shamelessly and excitedly invite you to ascend the paywall, so that you can access videos, voice memos and pics! if you don't want all that, and traditional blogging is your thing, my words will flow for free. But if you want my melodious voice to swoon you into a slumber, or keep you company on a long car ride, OPEN YA WALLET BI$H. I am abundance personified, but my bank account could use a boost not gonna lie. Soooooo many people compliment my voice, with its spliff-smoker raspy-ness and its distinctive east coast New York accent, that I realized I better start trying to make a lil ca$h from doing what I do best: speaking sentences from my brain. You will learn a lot and feel deeply if you ride along with me. That's a PJ Projx Promise.
If you know me, you know this is not my first blog. I started blogging way way way back. I've been writing since I learned how. In primary school I was always submitting my pieces to anthologies and frequently got selected for poems and stories. As life got more competitive, I fell off. I don't have an agent, I'm a lone ranger out here just hustlin my days away. YOU dear reader, you have the power to contribute to me in my startup phase. Help me grow. Water my spirit. Your kindness will be rewarded with frequent postings of hilarity and clarity. This is a space to explore and push limits. What I have to say is not palatable to all audiences. I'm not a mainstream entertainer, nor do I aim to be. I'm a disabled artist seeking patrons. Can you dig it?!
Social Security Disability says I'm not disabled enough for benefits, but I can't work more than 16 hours a week. At $16/hr, I can't afford much of anything these days besides the essentials. I'm in the market for a new heating pad, a new portable bidet cuz mine broke and it's an accessibility thing, and some other stuffs that I'd prefer to order someplace other than Amazon (cuz man fuck billionaires, we don't need em! better eat em! i like salt on my parasites!) Help me get to those goals, and be fed content in return!!!
Thanks for reading and playing along.
Happy Moonday, dears!!!!! Lets have a great week.
