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	<title>Sappho's Girls Blog &#187; Ruminations</title>
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	<description>Hark, one tenderer note than all ... Sighing, one long low lovely loveless call...</description>
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		<title>Star Fuck</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2011 16:09:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have fucked exactly one famous person. It&#8217;s not good form to name the people one has fucked on a blog, regardless of his or her fame. And I am always the soul of propriety. But that doesn&#8217;t mean I won&#8217;t give some hints. She is a tall, thin and not conventionally pretty woman comedian. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>What&#8217;s wrong with being a Fucking Whore?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 15:56:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s just a short exchange, but it got me thinking. What, indeed, is wrong with being a fucking whore? In an episode entitled &#8220;Popping Cherry&#8221; of season one of Dexter, the Showtime series about a benign serial killer, Dexter&#8217;s sister Deborah visits the clutch of street prostitutes to query them about being witness to the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Star-Spangled Booty</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jul 2011 08:09:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is not much better than sex on a national holiday. The national holiday hangs low, and the air itself feels heavy and quiet; lassitudinous and torpid is the feel of a national holiday. It lends itself to fucking, this weighty and still air; it seems to press itself upon you and force you into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On Prelapsarian Sex, or a Consideration of Al Fresco Fucking</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2011 08:02:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[For sex to be truly al fresco it must take place in the unobstructed great outdoors. Inside a human-made structure, however penetrable to the peering eyes of willing-or hapless-voyeurs, doesn&#8217;t really count. This criterion of al fresco sexÂ  inherently needing to be unencumbered by human structure precludes allowing sex in a tent, or in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My Ode to Peggy Lee</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 16:10:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It all started with Peggy Lee. She was my first crush-my first female crush. My first boycrush was my uncle Fred, whom I was convinced I would marry until around the age of ten when the concept of incest was clearly explained to me by my mother. Peggy Lee. The voice smoky as the bacon [...]]]></description>
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		<title>While My Uterus Gently Weeps</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Jun 2011 08:57:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/?p=157</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I resist making this confession because its inherent pinkness borders on the twee, but every month that I slouch closer toward menopause, the more forsaken is my uterus. It&#8217;s hard for me to interpret any somatic signal as pure text-for me there is always some subliminal message that cries out for interpretation-and my extreme period [...]]]></description>
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		<title>These things I cannot say&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 May 2011 09:44:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I myself am tongue tied. I can write filthy sweet nothings that make a grown woman keen inwardly. I can talk a tear of naughty shreds into a phone. I can, at innocuous moments, lean over, place my lips just thisclose to your ear and drop-whisper some dirty bomb mot into your ear that will [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sunshine&#8217;s Kiss</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 11 May 2011 08:01:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Her real name was Sunshine; I don&#8217;t recall her stripper name. It would be hard to top &#8216;Sunshine,&#8221; so she probably chose something banal like &#8216;Nancy,&#8221; or &#8216;Drew,&#8221; or &#8216;Amy.&#8221; Sunshine had the blue-black hair of Dita Von Teese, pale skin and a large tattoo of a sunflower on one of her deltoids. Her body [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Dressing Room &#8211; A Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 08 May 2011 08:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/?p=159</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[You call me and tell me that in one hour I must meet you in a dressing room at Macy&#8217;s on the designer suit floor; &#8220;Armani,&#8221; you tell me. You tell me to wear a short skirt with no panties and high heels. You tell me to ride the train, not take a taxi, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Little Miss X</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 07:01:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[To be honest, I don&#8217;t remember her name. I have only the vaguest recollection of what she looked like. I remember that her hair was shortish and pixie-like, but given that it was 1984, that would hardly differentiate her from most chicks, myself included. We were almost all of us sporting asymmetrical choppy hairstyles that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On How I Came To Come</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2011 09:57:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.sapphosgirls.com/words/?p=118</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I started masturbating at around twelve. As far as I can remember, my orgasms then were kind of like a box lunch: contained, satisfying, pleasurable, sometimes even surprisingly so, but nothing to write home about. I certainly enjoyed them enough to rub myself raw in the process of procuring them. I enjoyed them enough to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Of Queens, Red &amp; White</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2011 09:44:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the other hand, fucking whilst menstruating is the deep primal bomb, baby. A point so crystal in its firm resolution that its contention is to me unfathomable. Season two of Entourage&#8217;s episode entitled &#8221; The Boys are Back in Town&#8221; opens with the boys return to L.A. and Vince&#8217;s manager E trying &#8212; unsuccessfully [...]]]></description>
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		<title>More Utopia: The No Where Woman</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 08:08:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A hotel room is utopia. It exists on a plane disconnected from the real world. It has the same things your own personal and real space hasâ€”a bed, a mirror, a chest of drawers or two, a television, a bathroomâ€”but it is almost exactly unlike your real life. A hotel room is nowhere. The many [...]]]></description>
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