Abigail Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️

About Salvador

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy, man! Folks judgin’ whores like they’re saints themselves. In “A Separation,” Nader yells, “I’m not a liar!”—but he bends truth all the time. Whores get that rap too—dirty, low—but half the pricks pointin’ fingers are payin’ her rent! Makes my blood boil, it does. You ever think ‘bout that? How the high-and-mighty are just as filthy?

Benjamin Constant

Spicer's poetics of what I will call the “whore-text” constitutes not merely a poignant reply to such righteous cavils (even as they continue to be made years.

I gotta gush: this city makes me feel alive. From messy back alleys to golden sunsets by the river. Its pulse and imperfections hit home for a family psych like me. And hey, gotta love it: even in chaos, there's a rhythm.

The ‘Orientalists’