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I'm a freakin' Buddha. And then I'm seriously starting to freak out.

How is it possible to be an accidental fluffer on a porn set? The first time I realized I was a fluffer by default was during a gig at Adventure Studios.

I never wanted to become someone who could only ever talk about her kids. But then, that's exactly what I became.

Cunt. Whore. Bitch.

The body does not want an abortion, and subjects a woman to misery. But that may be a good thing.

Paranoia shrinks the world around you so that you seem larger.

The enchantress is there, waiting patiently under layers of numbered dyes.

The moment I learned I couldn't have a baby, conception went from being my assumption to being my purpose.