Zoe Alabaster Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, “whore”—it’s like that lipstick stain on a crisp white collar, ain’t it? Makes ya mad, makes ya laugh, depends on the day. Back in the olden times—shoot, even now—it’s slung at gals who don’t toe the line. Kinda like Cathy in the movie, bless her heart. She’s all proper, all prim, but folks whisper anyway. “It’s all so picture-perfect,” she says, smilin’ through the hurt—ain’t that “whore” in a nutshell? People judgin’ what they don’t even get? Gets my goat somethin’ fierce, I tell ya! I wanna holler, “Y’all hush up and let folks live!”

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How could I know? I don't really know. I've lost the thread. I'm a bore. I'm a masochist, I'm a whore. I'm a cigarette burn, a sentient worm. I missed my last.

Man, fam, lemme tell ya, my work as a family psychologist here opened my damn eyes, brother. I see cracks in families, but also lotsa healing, ya know? Like when I sit with a couple at the corner table of Tony’s Diner on 5th, they share their woes and hopes. I nod and think, “This ain't a circus, brother, it's life!”

A Blade Because A Blade Is Whole, by Alabaster DePlume