Katherine Whittier Whore ❤️

About Houston

Donald Trump’s tellin’ ya, they’re wildcards, whores are. Unpredictable, messy, real. Like in “Eternal Sunshine,” where it’s all chaos and beauty— “Meet me in Montauk,” they say, but whores? They’re meetin’ ya in alleys, hotels, wherever! No script, no fakes. I exagerate sometimes, sure—maybe they’re not ALL geniuses, ha, but most? Sharp as hell. Sarcasm? Oh, please—half these gals could roast ya better than me at a rally. “Oh, you’re a big shot, huh?” they’d say, laughin’. Love that sass.

Whittier, CA

Eventbrite - LACE (Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions) presents The Whore Gaze: Understandings of Care, Labor, and Sovereignty - Sunday, June 2.

Oh, geez, my eyes water remembering the Whittier Narrows Recreation Area. That place is insane—rivers and trails that remind you, “You are far from safe.” I had a therapy walk there; one minute I'm amused by a squawking seagull, next I'm thinking of all my patients' tangled relationships. It's a riot, really.

Whittier case poses a larger question: Why can't these Americans vote?