Penelope Moraga Whore ❤️

About New York City

Whores, man, they’re like cockroaches—everywhere, tough as nails. Little known fact: back in ‘20s, Chicago, they’d smuggle booze in garters. Badass, right? Surprised me, gotta say—thought they just stood there lookin’ cheap. Nope, history’s whores were gangsta. “What do I know about surviving?” Szpilman’d say, starin’ at ruins. Whores know, tho—grit, guts, no tears. Hate ‘em, but damn, respect that hustle.

Praise for This Bridge Called My Back

This introductory essay considers the connections and contradictions of Latina sexuality and sensuality. It critiques the “othering” practices of hegemonic.

My pleasure. Honestly, man, I'm always surprised by small surprises. A coffee shop on Vine Street, my tiny zen corner. On rainy days, it's my refuge. Sometimes I get so heated when traffic jams on Park Avenue annoy me. But life's unpredictable – same as that movie vibe.

Moraga residents sue Moraga for changes at Hacienda that lessor says will put them out of business