Model: Marla Singer
MM: http://www.modelmayhem.com/cancergirl
Oh wow. I am naked on tumblr. That’s hot.
Photo by Jim Sorfleet
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The Toybox Killer Strikes Again
I am mildly deranged, dreadfully misplaced, and uncommonly ladylike. I don't like most people, I probably don't like you, but that's more of a defense mechanism than anything else.
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February82011
February132011
This lady has my hair, and also, yes.
(via zombieporno)
February182011
“Marla shouts to the police that the girl who lives in 8G used to be a lovely charming girl, but now the girl is a monster bitch monster. The girl is infectious human waste, and she’s confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she won’t commit to anything.”
Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk (via razorbladesandcelebrations)
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February222011
This morning, while trying to take a picture of how badly my faux-bangs turned out today, I realized that I, like tehvee, have ‘crazy eyes’. She mentioned her own crazy eyes here, and it sort of made me think, do I too have crazy eyes? Is that why people often use the word ‘creepy’ or ‘scary’ to describe me, even though I am no such thing? I stared at my eyes in the mirror for a really long time trying to figure it out, because I am very vain. I decided that no, my eyes could not be crazy. Then I innocently took a picture. I understood that I had been wrong. I tried to fix it, by softening the craziness with black and white, so that I looked like a time traveller from the 1940s. Maybe no-one would notice if they thought that the photograph was old, and therefore cooler than it is.
Black and white seemed to only make the craziness of my eyes more obvious. When you cannot save yourself with black and white, all is truly lost.
I am not sure how I feel about this new knowledge. Have people been noticing my crazy eyes all along? Is that why the only people who tell me that my eyes are pretty are other people (such as Michael) who have been accused of having crazy eyes? Is that why crackheads invariably decide that I am the person, out of an entire busload of people, who they should talk to?
Has everyone in the world who is not me known that I have crazy eyes and been laughing at me because I thought I had normal eyes?
February242011
It’s times like these…
…that I realize that although I dress more conservatively than I once did, I still do not dress in a manner that invites employment opportunities. Dressing like a time traveller from 1942 can be just as off-putting as dressing like Lisbeth Salander.
Tomorrow I am going to apply at an adult bookstore that looks from the outside to be rather sleazy, and I realized that your average purveyor of adult materials would not want to hire someone who dresses the way I do every day. So I have to dress like a normal person, while still hinting at the fact that most of my wardrobe is almost as old as my grandmother.
How I am going to do this, I have not yet figured out. I am thinking pencil skirt with tank top and leather jacket. Sort of a ‘Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!’ aesthetic.
March32011
It’s 1942, and my hair looks fantastic today.
March172011
The curse of jumping straight into sex work without bothering with school first, is that if you aren’t making money, or making much money, you don’t feel productive even if you’re technically being productive by learning stuff.
I really miss stripping sometimes. I miss the money, yes, but I also missing seeing my friends every day, and sitting in that cracker box of a dressing room talking shit and chain smoking. I miss my hate-dances, I miss complaining to, and sympathizing with my friends about douchey customers.
I kind of miss everything about it. Maybe absence is just making the heart grow fonder, but I was really happy then.
March232011
NO! WIRE! HANGERS! EVER!
This may be my Halloween costume this year. It is also what I look like every night.
March252011
I am a very mean person.
I just spent almost an hour making fun of my current next door neighbor, and my former downstairs neighbor with my best friend.
We have determined that the former downstairs neighbor looks exactly like Ryan Reynolds (even though she is a girl) and that the next door neighbor is creepy, and possibly racist.
Next up? Pranks, maybe.
This is the most fun I have had in a week. What is wrong with me?
April82011
This is my favorite tattoo, and the only one that I never, ever regret getting for any reason. The world is quiet here.
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