Blank Canvas Atrophy

Bluebonnets on a Grey Day, 1922, Robert Julian Onderdonk

Original credit to NonRock on R/Funny

Cats have the need to spill blood.

A school of fish following a duck

ink on pape

— Adyashanti

“My stripper name was Tanqueray.  Back in the seventies I was the only black girl making white girl money.  I danced in so many mob clubs that I learned Italian.  Black girls weren’t even allowed in some of these places.  Nothing but guidos with their pinky rings and the one long fingernail they used for cocaine.  I even did a full twenty minutes in the place they filmed Saturday Night Fever.  But I made my real money on the road.  Three grand on some trips.  Every time Fort Dix had their pay day, they’d bring me in as a feature and call me ‘Ms. Black Universe’ or some shit like that.  I had this magic trick where I’d put baby bottle tops on my nipples and squirt real milk, then I’d pull a cherry out of my G-string and feed it to the guy in the front row.  But I never used dildos on stage or any shit like that.  Never fucked the booking agents.  Never fucked the clients.  In fact, one night after a show, I caught another dancer sneaking off to the Tate Hotel with our biggest tipper.  Not allowed.  So the next night we put a little itching powder in her G-string.  Boy did she put on a show that night.  Didn’t see her again until ‘The Longest Yard’ with Burt Reynolds.  So I guess she finally fucked the right one.”

“The scene was different back then.  All the adult clubs were mob controlled.  It all flowed up to some guy named Matty The Horse.  Honestly the mob guys never bothered me.  They were cool, and I liked how they dressed.  They wore custom made suits.  And they went to hair stylists, not barbers.  These guys wouldn’t even let you touch their hair when you were fucking them.  Not that I ever fucked them.  Because I never turned tricks.  Well, except for one time.  I took a job from this woman named Madame Blanche.  She controlled all the high dollar prostitutes back then.  She was like the Internet, could get you anything you wanted.  And all the powerful men came to her because she never talked.  She set me up with a department store magnate who wanted a black girl dressed like a maid.  I thought I could do it.  But when I got to his hotel room, he wanted to spank me with a real belt.  So that was it for me.  I was done.  But Madame Blanche set my best friend Vicki up with The President every time he came to New York.  And don’t you dare write his name cause I can’t afford the lawyers. But he’d always spend an hour with her.  He’d send a car to pick her up, bring her to his hotel room, put a Secret Service agent in front of the door, and get this: all he ever did was eat her pussy!”

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