brava!

FABULOUS piece on the joys of GETTING YOURSELF FIRST, please.

my ex complained: "Rock-n-roll makes my dick hurt." so guess what gathered dust?

while rock-n-roll wasn't the only genre to make my ovaries sing—denying my own primal appreciation for a rowdy 4/4 time signature using a basic verse–chorus form—was not only lame... but for 25 years?

downright fucking ridiculous.

thank you, young WISE, lady!

AND...

:-) PREACH!