Victoria Moraga Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in no fancy book—back in the day, whores round these parts used to trade fish for favors. True story! Old Tom, me mate’s grandad, swore he once swapped a mackerel for a “dance” with this gal named Peg. Peg the Pegger, they called her—dunno if it’s cos she pegged the fish or somethin’ saucier, ha! Got me laughin’ so hard I near fell off me boat. “There’s no place for me out there,” I reckon, thinkin’ o’ them wild days, but damn if it don’t sound fun!

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

"Through personal essays, criticism, interviews, testimonials, poetry, and visual art, this collection explores, as coeditor Cherrie Moraga writes, 'the complex confluence of identities--race, class, .

I’ve seen wild sunsets from Moraga Ridge. Damn, they remind me of scenes from "Tabu." Real poetic stuff, like, “O destino... é um mistério.” Sweet but deep, ya know?

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