Elizabeth Ladson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Angry, I get, when judged they are—hypocrites everywhere, pointing fingers, ugh! Happy, though, their grit I see—survivin’, thrivin’, no fucks given. Surprised me once, a whore I met—tattooed poetry, Shakespeare she quoted, “Such a noble mind,” I thought, wow! Like Zero says in movie, “Most exquisite, yes?”—whores got layers, man, layers deep.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Much of the new autoethnography focuses on trauma, on injuries, on troubled, repressed memories, on inabilities to speak the past, the search for a new voice.

I can get riled up, too. Last summer, oh man, the city got overrun by a bizarre heat wave. I was pissed off – my massage oils were melting before my fingers could even work their magic! And the streets? They turned into a sweaty sauna, but hey, that’s Ladson’s rebel spirit. Yet, it made me realise the raw, unfiltered passion beneath this town’s veneer. Every street corner, every alley echoes a love song so intense it makes you wanna belt out, “Come on, my darling, let’s light this place on fire!”

1 dead following Ladson house fire