About the Author:
I hate doing the about me. I mean, is it really important? Do you really care who I am as a person? Even if you did I can't give you an accurate picture with only a few words in this column. I prefer to think I am much too complicated to be described accurately this way. Of course I could be wrong. You could say I'm in a transition period. Although, I would prefer to think that I have always been the same me, I cannot deny that everything we experience effects who we are to a certain extent, and I have had a rough few years recently on the emotional front. I guess I should consider myself lucky. I once said as a young person that I would rather life be hard than boring, and as it turns out, I have thus far fufilled that wish. Through it all, my love for my family is unconditional and infinite. "I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I'm all right for you when all that I wanted was to be good, and do everything in truth." --Martha Wainwright Here's to doing everything in truth. *raises glass, then downs contents in their entirety* *author looks for a bigger, more encompasing closet* When it comes to truth, it has been my experience that there are more blurred lines than specifically designated boundaries, and even then not many people avoid containing themselves.

Poetry by Heather Malloy

Purple Girlfriend

I'm no purple girlfriend
Gagged and bound, tossed around
By horny men with sex brains
Liking it myself mostly knowing
That other than for the pleasure of the
Most intense moments, I dont really want to be there
I am the best attention whore
Desire men to adore me, want me, use me
Beg me to release them because they can't
Tear themselves away
Still, I'd give it all, and beg and crawl myself
Become an object of disgust for all men
Just to be a purple girlfriend
Clichéd white trash, I am Dolly Pardon without the talent
My Daddy had dirt floors you know
Momma lived across the tracks but lacked
The tact to pick one good enough
Told you so.
Told ya you'd raise poor bastard kids
And learn to hate Jim Beam, pour it down the sink and get hit
You seemed happy anyway, people
Have worse lives, don't they?
People have better ones too, someone
Gets to be a purple girlfriend, just not you. Not me either.
So pure and perfect, God's own prodigy
Innocence void of original sin, a virgin in
This land of porn; I mastered the whips long ago
Satan put my soul on his visa
Though the bastard never paid
I suppose I could reposses it but I'm lazy,
Too busy polluting purple skies and living lies
Telling myself that any of it matters
It doesn't.
Not like it would if I were a purple girlfriend.



                               --Heather Malloy


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