Sienna Moraga Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, whore—grinds me gears when prudes clutch pearls, actin’ all high ‘n mighty. Makes me wanna roar, “Get off yer arse, ya sanctimonious twats!” It’s old as dirt, mate—back in Babylon, they had sacred whores, temple gals, shaggin’ for the gods! Ain’t that a kicker? Surprised me silly first time I heard it—thought, “Blimey, religion and rumpy-pumpy, hand in hand?” Happy as a pig in muck, I was, diggin’ that tidbit up.

No Rock Scorns Me as Whore

This introductory essay considers the connections and contradictions of Latina sexuality and sensuality. It critiques the “othering” practices of hegemonic.

I love our river too. Moraga Creek flows slow, so calm. I sit by its banks. Remeber, "Quem não tem porto, não tem rumo"? Feels deep.

Moraga residents sue Moraga for changes at Hacienda that lessor says will put them out of business