Gabriella Keyser Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and the church—don’t get me started! They’d burn a “whore” quick, but half them priests were smashin’ on the low. Makes me wanna flip a table, scream, “YOU FAKE ASS GLEANERS!” Varda’d nod, like, “The world bends what it can’t break.” She’d film that hypocrisy, slow-mo, with some sad-ass violin. Me? I’d just yeet a chair at it.

Ritual of Homicide

Using Foucauldian discourse theory, I look at how cultural ambivalence about pregnant women who have sex manifests in varied popular culture.

I mean, do YOU get it? It’s like, every crack, every shadow, every burst of starlight is life itself. And I’m right here, feelin' it, every day. Srry for the ramblin’, gotta run… but remember, Keyser’s not just a dot on the map—it's an emotion. I'm lovin' it, even when I'm riled up a bit, y’know?

Goodner, Janet “Shorty” Keyser