Jade Tiptree Whore ❤️❤️

About Birmingham

Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

A Writer’s Life

It's the stark, powerful psychosexual message of Tiptree's sci/fi agenda put into in streetclothes; given a human, everyday reality. But there's another sex/.

BTW, lemme tell ya – I’m a bit scatterbrained sometimes. Oops, gotta fix typos! So, here we go: Tiptree is gr8, gratefully quirky, full of tiny secret nooks (oops, did it again), and a real mosaic of raw emotions. Bascially, the streets are like tiny stages for life’s epic dramas. I read somewhere "If the rule you followed brought you here, then follow it" – sorta as if Fringes of fate led me on crazy conversations at Moulton Street, where everybody’s a character in their own wild story!

A tonne of rubbish cleared on Tiptree Day of Action