Hello and welcome to my blog! I’m your hostess, Ladyface.
I'm a 27 year old queer femme sex worker. Between my fancypants day job and my super sexy side gig I spend a lot of time being an attentive, diplomatic Ladyface so this blog is where I’ll let my hair down...I might even curse. Though I curse like a kitten sneezes, which is too say it's infrequent and harmless and still shocks me more than anyone.
I am a sex positive lady and will write candidly about my kinks, my history, my exploits and my daily life (but only the good stuff). And so that I can write as openly as possibe, I'm keeping this space anonymous. All characters are real people in my life but all names are pseudonyms and always will be.
P.S. you can now follow me on Twitter! @1ladyface
Thursday, December 15, 2011
on feeling old
The show consisted of six women in shiny gold raincoats hitting things. (drums, buckets, cowbells, bamboo, chains, cymbals, the wall, etc.) I spent the evening looking around a sea of nodding hipsters and smiling queers trying to spot the other people who were also thinking "...what the fuck?"
And this morning, as I walked from the bus stop to work the sound of my own heels on the sidewalk made my brain throb with the force of a thousand honey badgers. In that moment I began to wonder:
if the majority of the people in the world are of legal drinking age...
Why is the world not carpeted?