Zoe Moraga Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

This bridge called my back : writings by radical women of color /

No Rock Scorns Me as Whore was published in This Bridge Called My Back, Fortieth Anniversary Edition on page

Neighborhoods are tight. Check Loma Verde. Folks are real, no BS. If you wander near Redwood Court, you run into quirky murals. I get mad sometimes ‘cause unauthorized graffiti pops up. But oh well, livin’.

Kroner's Corner Vol. 8: Moraga...Lithuania West