In the 80’s and 90’s Prince was the soundtrack to my life as a sexual adventurer. His funky grooves were an itch coursing through my veins that made me want to be a stripper, a professional sadist, a porn star. To dress like a slut, to work my body like a whore.
Read MoreListen—do me a favor. While you’re working, make art out of your experiences, please? You never know when those memories will be useful later. For so many underground sex radicals, because hiding is the surest way to stay safe, our histories are lost to the ages.
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