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It's my journal (if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
I thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
A lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
The thing is? I have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
And other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
No matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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Aw, man. You guys, I just had the funnest night. I got to hang with a Punk-y stripper who was a geek to boot. She hung with us at the Benson till 6am talking about cones, rods, helicopter fuel, ROTS, and lovemaking techniques. It was fucking beautiful. Did I mention she had her shirt off? And that she has beautiful ink all over her beautiful body?

She works at Mary's and her name is Satori. You should definitely check her out if you come to Portland because she is a bonafied contortionist that does amazing things on the pole and then blows your mind on the stage too. Get down there and worship her goddessosity and then have a seriously hot conversation with her about clone wars or the geology of the Tsunami earthquake. That girl is the shit.

Man I love this town.