Elizabeth Eliot Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

What gets me mad? Ugh, the judgin’! People actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like, “Oh, she’s dirty!” Puh-lease! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a barnacle! Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s got the guts, huh?!” Happy stuff? When they’re real with ya—raw, honest, no fake smiles. Like Penny sayin’, “We are not Groupies!”—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, arr!

Investigations

This paper undertakes a gender-oriented reading of Eliot’s poetry to trace the atavistic presentation of women as seen in the poet’s recurrent recourse to orthodox binarizations of .

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

Transcript: Eliot Wolf Press Conference 4/26