When thinking about the implications of writing on a porn site- one that I am furhtermore naked on- I mulled over the more obvious objections, some of the less obvious and came, finally, to the conclusion that I wanted an audience even if they were more interested in my cunt than my thoughts. Looking as always to the women who have come before me, pen in hand, to the altar of literature only to find that it is by and large reserved for men, it occured to me that even if this act would devalue my writing, I had no interest in this sacred right and the values it assigned to begin with. If my pussy is going to sully my writing, my pussy is going to sully my writing. There are no two ways about it. Its not like I can wash it off or disguise it out of existence- I will simply never be allowed to engage in this rididculous ritual. Plus, even if I could, I kind of like having it around and furthmore I like announcing that my body exists in its full anatomical glory- gross vagina problems and all. But still, I thought to myself, isn't this a little too much? Shouldn't some division exist? I do want eventually to be respected for what I am doing and again I thought of all of those women whose names were changed or elided entirely for the sake of this coveted intellectual respect. It was when I finally stumbled upon why they were forced to disengage themselves so entirely from their own texts that I finally decided to do this. No one takes girls seriously at least men don't take us seriously. If they have any interest whatsoever in sleeping with you than, sorry ladies, they have no genuine interest in what you have to say. Your brain, although they will talk about it, caress it with stimulating ideas if you will, is nothing more than a third boob. A good way for smart men who, on a liminal rational level recognize that brains are important and want nothing to do with dumb blondes, to gloss over the fact that they like your ass more than anything else. Yes, like everything else about us, they like it because it makes them feel better about themselves. That being the case my writing is not going to be taken any more seriously anywhere else so fuck it. And so this is what I have decided: my goal in life is to make men so uncomfortable that they don't even want to sleep with me anymore. I want my writing to really, really bother and offend them. Valerie Solanas did it well but then again she was "crazy" (but who doesn't want to shoot Andy Warhol? I think she was just a little before her time).