Mari Wainwright Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montreal

Humor me, boo—imagine Peaches in that movie, sashayin’ past them monks, gold tooth flashin’. “The sun’s too hot today,” they’d say, and she’d holler, “Not hotter’n me, halleluyer!” I’m exaggeratin’, but only a lil’—she was a firecracker! Whore’s a word with sass, pain, and power, y’all. Makes me wanna hug every gal who’s worn it—wanted or not. Now, don’t you go judgin’—I see you side-eyein’! We all got shadows, like Apichatpong said. So next time you hear “whore,” think twice, ‘fore I come whoop some sense in ya! Halleluyer!

"Old Whore's Diet" lyrics

An old whore's diet. Gets me going in the morning. Ain't nothing like it. Gets me going in the morning. To say I love you. Gets me going where I want to.

The river, Mirth Creek, splits the town. I stroll its banks after therapy. It comforts me, like that movie line: “I’m ready to run!” It’s funny, the wild gush!

Rufus Wainwright mourns the death of the American Dream with his first requiem