NTKOG #112: The kind of angsty, chocolate-smeared loneyheart who spends V-Day with her equally man-hating girlfriends jabbing stickpins into the crotch of dumb-boy voodoo dolls.
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TKOG Who <3s sluts and hula hoops (TMI Thursday!)
Posted in arts slash crafts, bad behavior, love & sex, totally am that kind of girl, tagged boston, burlesque, christmas, entre nous i'm not totally comfortable with the word slut -- did we reclaim that? i missed the memo. it seems mostly like a not okay thing to say but i'm just quoting their press materials., heck YES i just said erstwhile - got a problem with that?!, holiday tradition, promise this is the last time i use the phrase "floppy dildo" in 2009, slutcracker, somerville, the slutcracker on December 17, 2009 | 30 Comments »
Not an NTKOG: The kind of girl who, um, rouses her holiday spirit by watching The Slutcracker: an XXXmas burlesque revue. (Not an NTKOG because, dude, near-naked people humping vibrating candy canes onstage? Yeah, I’m kind of all about that.)
The Kind of Girl Who … ogles 17-year-old werewolves
Posted in arts slash crafts, follow-up, shameless self-promotion, totally am that kind of girl, tagged 10 things i love about 10 things i hate about you, bella swan, edward cullen, i guess it's okay to sort of like stuff that the screaming masses like, new moon, poetry, sometimes stuff isn't as bad as you think it'll okay, sonnet, stephenie meyer, twihards, twilight on November 22, 2009 | 20 Comments »
NTKOG #64: The kind of girl who gets all sweaty and obsessive over the pale undead and wakes up ungodly early to swoon over Edward with the rest of the acne-ridden masses.
The Kind of Girl Who … is probably writing a sonnet about you as we speak
Posted in arts slash crafts, totally am that kind of girl, workin', tagged boston, fourteen-lined beast, if said sonneted-about grad student happens to be blog stalking this then -- uh well i guess you probably already knew but still sorry for being so awk, literary journal, love guys with facial scars, mfa, poem, poetry, publication, published, seriously guys please don't judge me, sonnet, the idea of poetry inflicting violence on language i totally stole from Roman Jakobson so if you are a fan of his and now pissed off then i am truly sorry on November 11, 2009 | 17 Comments »
NTKOG #58: The kind of girl who gets her non-ironic Plath on and — gulp! — submits some of her poetry to an actual friggin’ literary journal! And also (yikes!) non-ironically shares a sonnet.
The Kind of Girl Who … gets pretty explicit about sex (TMI Thursday)
Posted in arts slash crafts, bad behavior, love & sex, may or may not be that kind of girl, shameless self-promotion, tagged apparently eskimos have like their thirty score words for "snow" but judging by my erotica i have one word for "cock" so GET PSYCHED ABOUT IT, blowjobs, caveat: my understanding of the word "koan" comes from zadie smith who is probably not a buddhist, erotic fiction, erotica, hey you know what would make sex better? MORE WORDS!, humor, posts my mom shouldn't read but probably will, sex, sexing, sexytimes, TMI Thursday on November 5, 2009 | 16 Comments »
NTKOG #55: The kind of compulsive Sex and the City watcher who basically feels it is her moral friggin’ imperative to make with the non-stop TMI about sexing. I am: like moderately buttoned-up about specific details of sexing. Unless you’re one of my beloved girltalk co-conspirators. In which case. Bring a poncho. I am not: [...]
The Kind of Girl Who … knows that reading is strictly grandmas
Posted in arts slash crafts, may or may not be that kind of girl, public transportation, tagged commute, ear bud, i have really terrible taste in music and was going to say that if i knew anyone who read as indiscriminately as i listen to music that i'd make fun of them -- then i realized that i in fact read as i, ipod, music, texting, traffic on October 26, 2009 | 21 Comments »
NTKOG #48: The kind of girl who passes up on the mind-broadening, life-giving joys of literature in favor of more modern occupations like texting, fretting and the ubiquitous earbud. For one full week, I gave up reading of all sorts on my two to three hours of daily commuting.


