tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14843302866705733192024-01-28T01:04:10.083-08:00Writer! Writer!A writer's page. I show mine, you show yours.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484330286670573319.post-5472996697330233802023-07-16T16:05:00.000-07:002023-07-16T16:05:23.962-07:00Sixteen Women in Search of a Poet<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxZJMGeCXfiOA8tB0iBZKr8wsbG6erjfYeFwMhiH9xmiD0RcdN8skM18Fvd4EIzZqeePuaJzaIXWBjRNKxJE6E0G3sm0iUX_nm7J9rTamWqFcOCq22bWYU5w7RclQueFbQiyaQTGOSIjG/s1600-h/HornyWomen--Cherokee--SepiaColor--low.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="192" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162887812763491298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicxZJMGeCXfiOA8tB0iBZKr8wsbG6erjfYeFwMhiH9xmiD0RcdN8skM18Fvd4EIzZqeePuaJzaIXWBjRNKxJE6E0G3sm0iUX_nm7J9rTamWqFcOCq22bWYU5w7RclQueFbQiyaQTGOSIjG/w320-h192/HornyWomen--Cherokee--SepiaColor--low.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">(<em>One hundred years ago, some medical authorities warned that professional seamstresses were apt to become sexually aroused by the steady rhythm, hour after hour, of the sewing machine’s foot pedals.</em>*)</span></div><div align="center"><br />_________________________<br /></div><div align="left"><br />The above photograph, circa 1910-1920: sixteen <em>horny</em> women pose at their stations at a grubby sewing factory.<br /><br />Right.<br /><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div align="left"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.whyiwrite.com/2023/06/sixteen-horny-women-in-search-of-a-poet.html" target="_blank">Essay moved here.</a></b></span></div></blockquote><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484330286670573319.post-55793628796618073192023-07-16T15:58:00.001-07:002023-07-16T15:58:55.703-07:00Horny Women at the Sewing Factory (Jennifer Semple Siegel)<span style="color: white;">*<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWT2_8a7-r04VnfT_lX7eB22T79unEIF3uImPiUKNwxv-3oZ1LWihgBAa4eCBrWCoyPiHMpESTYHDXvgJPoRJwwI_NKYL5vonGAh-7WvjdoWGAAX7OT7uiIuvDhbaUfognx5qE05RE-4fq/s1600/Horny+Women+at+the+Sewing+Factory_Cherokee_Bigger_JustPicture_SepiaColor.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475902700028296194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWT2_8a7-r04VnfT_lX7eB22T79unEIF3uImPiUKNwxv-3oZ1LWihgBAa4eCBrWCoyPiHMpESTYHDXvgJPoRJwwI_NKYL5vonGAh-7WvjdoWGAAX7OT7uiIuvDhbaUfognx5qE05RE-4fq/s400/Horny+Women+at+the+Sewing+Factory_Cherokee_Bigger_JustPicture_SepiaColor.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><center><br /></center><em><span style="font-size: 85%;">One hundred years ago, some medical authorities warned that professional seamstresses were apt to become sexually aroused by the steady rhythm, hour after hour, of the sewing machine’s foot pedals.</span></em><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size: 85%;">–circa 1910-1920</span><br /></div><div align="center">*<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Oh!</span></strong><br /></span><br /><span style="color: #000099; font-size: 130%;"><strong>Yes!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><b><a href="https://www.whyiwrite.com/2023/05/horny-women.html" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: medium;">Poem moved here</span></a></b></div><div align="center"><b><br /></b><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 78%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0ch08uhxazuVk73_LcvQMmRCgYf4DYnejaA3zavUyqEtMT1yNEq602ihgdMPotRyX5I6Mz8qWBAUfMvSfITDAYF5ONyQwRw-xvho01eUs7WvA5azuxb_7nIbSev4Pmz5LTUNLh3q7Qeh/s1600-h/HornyWomen--Cherokee--negative--lensflareposter--bright.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="192" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162972294770203634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0ch08uhxazuVk73_LcvQMmRCgYf4DYnejaA3zavUyqEtMT1yNEq602ihgdMPotRyX5I6Mz8qWBAUfMvSfITDAYF5ONyQwRw-xvho01eUs7WvA5azuxb_7nIbSev4Pmz5LTUNLh3q7Qeh/w320-h192/HornyWomen--Cherokee--negative--lensflareposter--bright.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484330286670573319.post-45992773093825745952008-02-20T02:31:00.000-08:002023-07-16T16:28:12.945-07:00Introducing Body Memoir Politic: Looking (A Play)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPI18y_28n00XcUO6q95kRWfaDczJtAvpx5tEC1aedcjFRHVQGvQe_S3wCrdECwVD3cEWRprTNIYc7Y9Sd7y2fqaqicDJp3d6ACZRTkKSmPQYa_gDVhXwgtmFrm2oAoE33hcKam2HwQI/s1600-h/Jennifer+1969--LiquifyAccentLens3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168961027232797202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPI18y_28n00XcUO6q95kRWfaDczJtAvpx5tEC1aedcjFRHVQGvQe_S3wCrdECwVD3cEWRprTNIYc7Y9Sd7y2fqaqicDJp3d6ACZRTkKSmPQYa_gDVhXwgtmFrm2oAoE33hcKam2HwQI/w269-h320/Jennifer+1969--LiquifyAccentLens3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="269" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #990000;">Body Memoir Politic:<br /><br />Looking</span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">A Play in Ten Scenes<br /><br />by<br /><br />Jennifer Semple Siegel</span><br /></strong><br /><br />© 2008<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">______________________</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><em><strong><span style="color: #006600;">One pill makes you larger<br /><br />And one pill makes you small<br /><br />And the ones that Mother gives you<br /><br />Don’t do anything at all.<br /><br />Go ask Alice<br /><br />When she’s 10 feet tall.</span></strong></em></div><p align="right"><br />–Grace Slick, “White Rabbit”<br /></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Coming soon!</b></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484330286670573319.post-51654311369490653142008-02-13T12:18:00.000-08:002023-07-15T12:31:39.344-07:00The Queen Bee (A Playlet)<div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1egjVL5XeCy2hIVtvQ4iKxI3j78pDiM7atNlrZNdnEHnlzceHXkPrRNV4qRMqkf9dzrgmA9t91krald9DUuAYYvqa7rPzhiKlI3uPbJ7As_DR1z3wSAWVv0-E1Ut-W-9GHI3iQYpWFNzu/s1600-h/Queen+Bee+Watercolor.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="153" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166562053239705810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1egjVL5XeCy2hIVtvQ4iKxI3j78pDiM7atNlrZNdnEHnlzceHXkPrRNV4qRMqkf9dzrgmA9t91krald9DUuAYYvqa7rPzhiKlI3uPbJ7As_DR1z3wSAWVv0-E1Ut-W-9GHI3iQYpWFNzu/w200-h153/Queen+Bee+Watercolor.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="200" /></a> <p align="center"><strong>The Queen Bee (A Playlet), by Jennifer Semple Siegel</strong><br /><br /></p><em></em><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://www.whyiwrite.com/2023/06/the-queen-bee.html" target="_blank">Moved to WhyIWrite.com</a></b></span></p><p align="left"><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmX43pnQ9YemgMwWSUMrDYBKjzKMSEvj-0xTZJg9obhGI3QHJL_y-iLWh9mbWnsu6izLTwjhcB7LmkQ_2iiOdQ9CWG1yIMpMRB1upzpcG8qCbXcNeFkY6fI7uKgaI34rsd9C4CyHUUChT/s1600-h/Queen+Bee+Crayon.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="153" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166563109801660658" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmX43pnQ9YemgMwWSUMrDYBKjzKMSEvj-0xTZJg9obhGI3QHJL_y-iLWh9mbWnsu6izLTwjhcB7LmkQ_2iiOdQ9CWG1yIMpMRB1upzpcG8qCbXcNeFkY6fI7uKgaI34rsd9C4CyHUUChT/w200-h153/Queen+Bee+Crayon.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="200" /></a><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1484330286670573319.post-7195122267862066222008-02-11T19:41:00.000-08:002023-07-16T15:52:02.397-07:00Fiction: “Are You EVER Going to be Thin?” (Jennifer Semple Siegel)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGAqCIj8Cpw87S3wBzVtXaOamvLj090s0i6S0oXenldn8d8UihFUQM2vWhyphenhyphenAVIzUyGekSYFRUbNFK6nqdTrlFbiYhMUIw_HjfEdSHkQBYamuNgYBYNSpR0yXKSsCUAIT6SGoj-FNZPQz33/s1600-h/Jennifer_May+1959_First+Communion_Sioux+City.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165938651621593282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGAqCIj8Cpw87S3wBzVtXaOamvLj090s0i6S0oXenldn8d8UihFUQM2vWhyphenhyphenAVIzUyGekSYFRUbNFK6nqdTrlFbiYhMUIw_HjfEdSHkQBYamuNgYBYNSpR0yXKSsCUAIT6SGoj-FNZPQz33/w182-h320/Jennifer_May+1959_First+Communion_Sioux+City.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="182" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;">Author, age 8. First Communion.</span></u></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Hollywood, California<br /><br />Oct. 1958<br /><br />Dear Little Sammy Cuddler,<br /><br />Happy birthday! So you are 8 years old. Such a little lady, I hear. Buy something pretty (not candy) with the enclosed check. You’re my little cuddler, and I want you to be happy.<br /><br />Are you still fat?</div><div align="left"><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div align="left"><b><a href="https://www.whyiwrite.com/2023/07/are-you-ever-going-to-be-thin.html" target="_blank">Story moved here</a></b></div></blockquote><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0