All posts by 'Antonia':

We Are All Whimpering Dogs Inside: Letter from a Man in Love with an Escort

And he Replied: Hi Again, Thank you. I appreciate it. Just wanted to say that when I mentioned that I had gone out with the girl to see a movie, it was not totally a business transaction. She b [...]

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Writing Proces Blog Tour Palooza

Author, activist and great friend Melissa Chadburn asked me to answer a few questions for the Writing Process Blog Tour. I met Melissa in San Francisco long before hashtags, before Tinder, Google [...]

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The Pressure to Come: Letter From a Girl

Hey Slut, I'm almost 18 and have yet to have an orgasm. I find it nearly impossible to arouse myself on purpose, with touch or otherwise, so when I do find myself aroused I try to take advantage of [...]

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Tiny Window

I’m bothered lately with lot of the current chatter about feminism and literary citizenship in our busy Twittery landscape where monstrous self-promotion is disguised as service and the line between [...]

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Rodney the Regular

Some strippers acquire loyal, slightly obsessed customers who become devotees for months or years at a time. In the biz, those guys are called “regulars.” Regulars are often married or divorced an [...]

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St. Patty’s Day Valentine

It was St. Patrick's day last year and my false lashes were glued on heavy and thick. I drove east towards the desert where it was winter and the air was thin and icy. Snow-tipped San Jacinto Mountain [...]

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Behind Dave, the tall Marine in a Cowboys t-shirt signed his name with a blue Sharpie on the wrinkled American flag that hung on the wall behind him. Marines came and went from Desert Showgirls. Their [...]

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Nowhere Near Gone

In this hipster café on Valencia Street, Bob Dylan is playing. A minute ago it was The Cure. The line for fancy coffee is long and spills outside onto the sidewalk. In front of me and behind me, [...]

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To Those Who Have Come Before, I Salute You: Viva La Vita

This is still Fiction and this is still Psycho Ex Girlfriend Club: Episode 3: Viva La Vita When we lived together, Blake and I went jogging on a flat 3-mile soft dirt trail that looped around the [...]

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Psycho Ex Girlfriend Club 2: Kit: Another Bullshit Night in Snoop City

The following post is fictional. Any likeness to people or 12-step programs real or imagined is tough shit. For the panty liner commercial I run barefoot on the beach in a white gauze blouse that [...]

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The Psycho Ex-Girlfriend Club

The following story is fictional. Any likeness to people or 12-step programs real or imagined is tough shit. The day Break Up Club went rogue, the girls were all shoving Allesandra’s tiny velve [...]

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We Were Babies

In the 90’s when I was 20, the Lower Haight was where we scored thirty-dollar Baggies of speed and shopped for white vintage lace slips in black buckled witchy boots. We bought albums and mix [...]

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