Copy and pasted from my Suicide Girl journal.
Okay, about my fan mail from the other day. This one:
[B] From B..... to me
Hello,i em big fan of you and you body,and i want to ofer you 50.000$ in
cash to sex with you.I em european bizznismen(milionare) and i em
living
in Miami Beach FL,so if you interested i send you mine pics to see
me.Please this is not joke or something i em real and money is not
problem.My name is B.... and i have 29 years,please answer me.[/B]
While I am convinced that this was sent to me by an obnoxious asshole trying to insult or provoke me, Zak reminded me that it [I]could[/I] actually be a real person, making a real request (however fucked up, misguided, or asshole-ish it may be).
While I would like to provide those of you who asked with the entertainment a conversation with this person could generate....
I wasn't going to send any response anyhow--not my style really, but I certainly can't bring myself to fuck with a possible "someone" who's reasons for proposing to pay me just to fuck him may be pitiable and not laughable.
The obnoxious asshole however confused he may be is laughable, but how can you tell?
If I were to reply ever to something like this though, my response would be something along the lines of:
I have a t-shirt, male size large, with me on it, topless. Will that do instead of sex? I'll sign it if you like.
Only $10, 000 and ......
Then a long list of insane items and conditions.
Last night Zak helped me create my first ever D&D character. (Zak's the dungeon master, obviously)
And yes, we are going to play with a luscious porn star/fetish model and her drummer boyfriend. I am pretty excited. And nervous. We will play when we get back from the east coast. Next week. (Supposed to leave tomorrow morning, early.)
I have never played before. But I have played lots of video games and they seem to have been based on D&D.
I haven't slept in a very long time and I may end up being too sick to get on a plane. And thinking also possibly too ill to be left alone. But we have plane tickets and hotel reservations and family obligations and Miami....
I miss a bunch of girls who live far away. I even miss girls who live nearby.
And somehow I am looking forward to holidays in Canada. I have this notion that this year will be sparkly-er and glittery-er and warmer and better smelling than holidays have been in a long time. I am hoping it's a sign that things are going well for me (aside from my body/health slowly but steadily deteriorating a little bit more every day). I want to smell ice and winter and nothing alive outside and feel invigorated and then go inside somewhere glittery and warm and be sleepy and safe.
Or that's all a sign that I've been really sick for a long long time and am desperate for some extravagant and actually non existent form of comfort.
Like a cure, or even just a cause. I could work with a cause.
P.S: I got to dance one night with Starla and have been sick in bed almost constantly since.
P.P.S: I still have prints for sale and also signed calenders. Suicide Girl Zoli, Joanna Angel, Justine Joli (I <3 Justine), and Darenzia are all in this calender too. Skip back a few posts and there's a link about it. It's the one where I'm Tank Girl.
Also, a note: I really truly admire Kimberly Kane. I think she is a genius when it comes to smut. Check out her Bad Advice blog to see one of the most beautiful, stylish, artistic and sexiest trailers for a porno movie ever made. I think it has real sex appeal, not like porno sex appeal, true human sex appeal. I can't wait to see it.
