Cassandra Disque | November 27, 2002
from the voice recorder, on the way to a feminist organizing meeting on 11/25/02, while listening to American Supreme, the new Suicide album: Sometimes sex tastes sour like bile, sometimes that’s when it’s best, when it’s so rank you want to vomit. And if I had a dj night, I would invite every feminist in [...]
Cassandra Disque | November 24, 2002
When the simple act of your sixty pound dog walking across the vinyl kitchen flooring on the other side of the room from you causes your body to send excruciating tremors of pain throughout every inch of its being until you nearly vomit from the waves each footstep brings, you know it is time to [...]
Cassandra Disque | November 21, 2002
Sex is so intricately woven into my identity that I do not know how to separate myself from it. Where does my sexuality end and the rest of me begin? Of course, it is not so black and white as that, but nonetheless, my sexuality oozes into every aspect of me. There are rarely times [...]
Cassandra Disque | November 18, 2002
Am I the only person who looks forward to going to bars because they are the rare opportunity to sit up at a high flat surface and work? Yes? I was afraid of that. Drink off to one side, notes to the other, notebook in front of me as I furiously scribble notes for my [...]
Cassandra Disque | November 17, 2002
MW called me at ten o’clock this morning to tell me how “fucking awesome” the mix CDs I gave him on Friday night at Marx are. Well, duh, chickadee, fuckin’, duh. “Did I wake you up?” “No, it’s Sunday, I’m usually awake at ten in the morning. I was in bed, but not asleep.” Which [...]
Since 1996, my life has been a long journey of visiting one doctor after another. I look more or less fine, but I'm not. My daily pill count is like playing the dozens with a hospice patient. One doctor will say I'm doomed, and send me to another for treatment, but the treating doctor will find nothing within his or her area of practice that can be treated.
My life is better than a comedy, better than a drama. Anyone who has done this knows what I mean when I say that you have to not only know the rules, but also play the part in order to be allowed in the game. Most people find what we go through in the medical merry-go-round to be unbelievable, which is why I call it "The Drag of Gimp."
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