LEONORA DORA DONOVAN

The Pussy Gazette

Fourth floor suite in the downtown area. The doors, encrusted staccato marrow, and, inside them, bushed freely, all sorts creep crannies as each many planes for potential growth (like cells put away into slutty little dishes). The carpets are here sewn with ingrown legs and they are thorny soft like you wouldn’t believe. And, anyways, they’ve been stained with any new fluids of all kinds, developed and pumped around like water for those who drink it. The Pussy Gazette operates a slick, sickening suck void long for their way to get off here. For letting go, gender-antagonistic restrooms inspect genitals for their own inconclusive pleasure. No sooner are you in the room than a craned camera clamps down on whatever you’ve got on offer, like a kiss through a rubberized camera, like a kiss you’d give the world, like a sexuated goose chase for the fuck of it. And sometimes some articles do still flow through here from the press to paper-flavored condoms that you can read while you fuck, the story revealed and disappearing per gyration per attempt to tantalize the reader.

Leonora Dora Donovan is a decadent transsexual. You can find her work in emails to her friends.