Summer Foovay | January 2, 2010
The ballroom was filled with fashion’s throng,
It shone with a thousand lights;
And there was a woman who passed along.
The fairest of all the sights.
A girl to her lover then softly sighed,
“There’s riches at her command.”
“But she married for wealth, not for love,” he cried,
“Though she lives in a mansion grand.
“She’s only a bird in a [...]
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Summer Foovay | December 26, 2009
“I was a matchstick girl – when I met Warren. No, really I was!” her laughter was like the rest of her; big, full chested and round; it seemed to boom around my lofty studio. “There I was, bare headed, bare footed, in that thin little shift that was my only dress at the time. [...]
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Summer Foovay | December 23, 2009
“All women are whores.”
The reporter blanched, her face turning white under her rosy makeup. Swallowing as politely as possible, she jotted down the photographers statement and braced herself for the explanation.
“Those women who consider themselves “good women” hate us the most because they see themselves in us. And because they can see that [...]
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