Cassandra

There's nothing like meeting old friends. You know the sort you fall out with over the stupidest s*** but upon reconciliation you go back to that same easy manner of interaction. Whether alot or a little is said there lies an understanding, not to mention blue-balling clueless young lads in clubs just ain't as fun by yourself.

First in awhile in which I toured 3 weeks out of four and my goodness! Yet again I applaud those who do it full time, all the time. Alighting 'pon place and place keeping a smiling face - harder said than ever done. Eventually you run into the same bus drivers and ticket inspectors, usually a fun thing "hey how are you." "keeping well" etc. However you also run into the same horrible hotel food and ever-annoying scenario wherein all things are remembered when packing but for your e-cig charger. Grrr and all that.

On the other hand, visit a place enough and you wander away from tourist spots and shopping centers towards the real places. Those quiet hidden corners that really define a town. Off Henry street I marvelled at finding a shop that actually sold clothes for sex-having people. Meandering about another spot I found a ramshackle, barely open, vintage shop that held many limited-release issues of Comics I'd only ever looked longingly at.
Cork being the ever growing metreopolis I found a peculiar bar where everyones lip-rings where roughly in the same place and the delightful tunes of 1998's China Gate rang out. Followed by modern pop-rock and the strangest mosh-pit ever attempted.
Bundled up safely from the ravages of the wind, I crossed the Blasted Lands (or Midlands) on my way home only to get sidetracked by some uttterly ghastly weather and so had to take refuge in a bar short of Longford but far from Athlone where they'd never seen one of me outside the TV but still took time to show me what a real Ceáli (?) was(Not too mention some damn good steak they served)

Then was the man who escorted me towards the right bus station. Knowing full well my profession, he asked nought from me but a smile. Smile I did, cause says he to me "Well, you could always be a binman - or worse, a banker."

It's not that I seek validation from anyone for what I do. It's simply that reactions are often...negative. My family , being my family, know but we never speak of it and fellow femi-nanzi's tend to recoil in horror. Rambling as I am here, let me ask any Feminist prowlers here a question. What exactly is your problem with me being a free and wild black woman making the most of my body? Why do you laud female pornstars and corporate individuals yet look down on me? Surely it's not because by being girly and sexy I achieve? Why hell, one would almost conclude it's possible to be successful and feminine!

What strength do you gain from assuming because I share my body I am not in ownership of it? Weren't it just a decade ago that Feminism meant Women - being Women - were in charge of their own bodies and could do what they willed?

Anyways...I intend to be around alot more over the next ten months. I tried the Corporate/medical world and it is a sad thing indeed that any job is more honest than that but joyous! In that y'all get to see more of me.

P.S This also leaves me with still an awful lot of free time, so I will now take costume requests for my next album. Please leave your requests in my inbox or in the comments section below