Isabelle Norwich Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

From homeless on the streets of Norwich to motherhood

Julian of Norwich's negotiation of contemporary sexual attitudes towards women is an aspect of her writing which has been largely overlooked.

So, lemme start: Norwich (us) ain't your everyday town. Stroll down Jubilee Street, ya dig? Small biz line the sidewalk. Lights, smells, dreams, all collidin'. I freaked out at times – like, "The Act of Killing, so surreal!" That movie got me thinking, dude, about our dark side, ya know?

Norwich Lanes venue reopening as queer bar tonight