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Still, I get antsy thinkin’—what’s the endgame? Ain’t no Nemo swimmin’ home for ‘em, huh? Makes me sad, kinda. Bushism time: they’re “misunderestimated,” y’see? Folks don’t get their story. Like when Nemo’s stuck in that tank—trapped, but fightin’. Ruby’d say, “Keep swimmin’, Georgie, keep swimmin’!” and I’d nod, tip my imaginary hat again. Prostitutes, man, they’re a hoot, a heartache, a whole dang movie in my head! Whaddya think, buddy? Wild, right?

beyond Kurosawa, ninja, and Godzilla

In Midori's InVocation, the rope monument is woven through out with totemic objects donated by queer sex workers (both former and current) – dearly held objects.

First off, I’m an agronomist, right? So I’m all about plants and crops. But today? Ugh. I had to run to the city center. I mean, Midori’s got some cool spots, but the hustle? Not my vibe. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and it was packed! Like, where did all these people come from?

Concert review: Midori (violin) and Seattle Symphony/Anja Bihlmaier