petite, bohemian, feminine goth lady, femme fatale, and sexy trollop of wild abandon...
prostitute of the streets, kept woman, whore...I am all of these...with total abandon

'in truth…she is a salamander, she is a nymph…she is a bacchante of the menelean mount.'

My Desires:

all of France, especially Paris
Italian men
sultry dark eyes
the seductive feel of black velvet and black silk
black garters and black silk stockings
the occult
blood vampirism
the night



Friday, March 26, 2010

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Mata Hari

Mata Hari (Indonesian for 'sun': 'eye of the day'), was the stage name of Margaretha Geertruida Zelle (7 August 1876: the Netherlands ~ 15 October 1917: France). She moved to Paris in 1903 and by 1905 began to win fame as an exotic dancer. Her style and free-willed attitude made her very popular.

She was a courtesan to many high-ranking allied military officers during this time. On one occasion, when interviewed by British intelligence officers, she admitted to working as an agent for French military intelligence, although the latter would not confirm her story.

On 13 February 1917, Mata Hari was arrested in her room at the Hotel Plaza Athénée in Paris, accused of spying for Germany. She was found guilty and was executed by firing squad on 15 October 1917.

In 1985, biographer Russell Warren Howe convinced the French Minister of National Defense to open Mata Hari’s file; it was revealed she was innocent of espionage charges.

Monday, March 22, 2010

To Decriminalise Prostitution

I first saw this in Harlot's Parlour; this does an excellent job of rebutting the foolish and illogical statements of those who oppose decriminalising prostitution. The arguments in favour of decriminalisation are presented here in a highly intelligent and sensible way. 

Friday, March 19, 2010


What we wear
What we are
To hide
To reveal




Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Sekhmet: The Great Harlot

Sekhmet, goddess of ancient Egypt: although she is a goddess of untamed violence, death, and blood, she is also a goddess associated with the wild ecstasy of love and sexuality. Hers is the unleashed feminine sexuality, powerful and intensely passionate, which can frighten many people.

It is this untamed female sexuality which has frightened the christian church; within the book of revelation, she is denounced as the Great Harlot, and called “Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and of Abominations of the earth.”

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Sanguinarian Whore

Vampires: we haunt your dreams and capture you...

Friday, March 5, 2010

"The Life: Memoirs Of A French Hooker", by Jeanne Cordelier

"And, like Medea in the midst of so many dangers, I would remember that I still have one thing: myself." (Stendhal)

Many books have been written about prostitution, but none has moved me like this book. First published in France in 1978, "The Life: Memoirs Of A French Hooker" by Jeanne Cordelier is a powerful, harrowing, and realistic account of a young woman named Marie and her descent into the world of prostitution. It is believed this book is at least partly autobiographical; if Ms. Cordelier did survive even some of the life experiences told here, then she is to be commended for her strength - as well as for her brilliant literary talent.

The original title for this book was "La Dérobade", which translates to "The Escape", and this is the focus of the entire book: first Marie's escape from an intolerable family life, which includes living in poverty with an incestuous father and verbally abusive mother; through her chance meeting with a rakishly attractive and mysterious stranger named Gerard, she discovers a way out of this predicament. Gerard reveals to Marie that he is a pimp, and should she work for him as his prostitute, he will provide for her and give her the love she craves so desperately. Pimps have almost uncanny insight into troubled girls and young women who come from unhappy families, and Gerard is no exception. Since she is young and naive, Marie falls for his act, but she is in for quite a rude awakening. Gerard soon reveals himself to be just like many, many other pimps: physically violent to the point of being dangerous as well as psychologically manipulative. From this point on, all she can think about is escaping from Gerard as well as finding a way out of prostitution.

These days, unfortunately, it has become all too common for women cashing in on the current "sex workers' rights" craze to paint a rosy picture that somehow all girls and women who are prostitutes are liberated, happy-go-lucky types who just love what they do, singing merry songs and leaping about as if life were one, big, happy Dr. Pepper commercial. This is extremely misleading. While it is true there are some women who do enjoy working as prostitutes - and I am one of them - many do not enjoy it at all and find it to be degrading and even dangerous (I can personally attest to the "danger" aspect of the life). These "sex worker" proponents on the lecture circuit do a great disservice by not mentioning the fact that most women and girls who become prostitutes - particularly at the street level - started out as runaways and "walk-aways" from abusive parents.

Through Gerard, Marie works as his prostitute in many different settings: in brothels, whose madams take financial advantage of the women who work in these establishments and treat them like cattle; in one brothel, the madam exclaims to Marie and the other working girls, "Ladies, you're cattle - nothing but cattle. And don't you forget it." Marie also works for Gerard in bars and on the street, enduring humiliating arrests by the police as well as beatings from violent customers and even more savage beatings from Gerard.

Marie manages to hang on to herself through her friendship with another prostitute, a girl nicknamed Malou. Together, they give one another the strength they need to survive in the life. But Malou does not work for a pimp; she works for herself in order to support her child, and she is frustrated by the fact that Marie has not yet worked up the courage to leave Gerard. At one point, Malou says, "...Take a look at yourself - a girl like you ought to have her pockets bulging with loot. Either you haven't got the nerve, or you actually enjoy the life you're leading..."

As a streetwalker, Marie feels she has hit rock bottom: "...I'm dying on my feet in the murky light of dark alleys, and there's no one to hold out a hand to me..." Sooner or later, we all come to the realisation that we can descend no further, and sometimes, this gives us the impetus to escape. And this is what happens to Marie. Through connections of her older sister Lulu - who at one time had also been a prostitute - she escapes Gerard for good, fleeing to a seedy brothel in the south of France, near Marseilles. Overworked by the cruel madam who runs this brothel, she returns to Paris. Marie then walks into the local police station and requests that her name be removed from the files of the vice squad, signing her name on a form stipulating she will not return to the life.

What a deeply moving book - filled with a wild mixture of despair, dangerous situations, suspense, and even a bit of humour. Ms. Cordelier also writes beguiling descriptive passages; of the street life: "...For those who know how to smell, it's a true perfume, and it's free to boot, and it makes you love the nighttime...And one girl and then another go on fluttering around the extinguished street lamp. It doesn't matter if their lyrics have altered slightly - it's still the old, reliable tune, and it says: Come away with me!"

The film version of this book was originally released in 1979; it was released here in the U.S. in 1982, which is when I saw it. I was impressed. Starring Miou Miou as Marie and Maria Schneider as Malou, the film caught the true flavour of the book and was equally haunting.

For anyone who wants an accurate account of the world of prostitution, "The Life: Memoirs Of A French Hooker" is the one book to read.



Marie's shared items


"So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still."
— Veronica Franco (Poems and Selected Letters)

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