Blast From the Past: “Miss Temptation”

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May 5, 2011

“Miss Temptation” is a short story that Kurt Vonnegut originally wrote for the Saturday Evening Post in 1956. You can find it in Welcome to the Monkey House. I read the anthology in high school, but this piece really resonated with me the second time around, oh, twelve years later.

It’s about a soldier who has just returned from serving his country in the Forgotten War. Corporal Fuller has never done well with women, which he credits to his not being good looking or rich enough, and not simply because he’s a jerk. He tells off a beautiful young aspiring actress named Susanna, publicly humiliating her, because he doesn’t like the way she “makes” him feel. He had never met this woman before, yet she incited such a strong reaction that he yelled at her and spent the rest of his day moping and snapping at his mother.

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Call For Contributors

Site News

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suzyhooker

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May 3, 2011

We here at Tits and Sass would love to expand our roster of smart and witty writers. If you’re interested in joining the team as a regular or occasional contributor, send a bio along with a completed post that could serve as your first post on the blog (500-800 words is a good length) and/or writing samples of your previous work to: info at titsandsass dot com. Please be sure to stipulate what name you’d like to use, what site or blog or Twitter account you’d like linked to, if any, and an image that can be used as a userpic. All disclosures of current or past sex work will be kept completely private.

Here are some regular features we’re always accepting reader submissions for:

Stripper Music Monday
Are you a strip club stripper? Consider contributing here. You could post a playlist with commentary, write about one specific song, review something new you think strippers would be into, talk about your all-time favorite stage set, about the music at your club if it’s different from what people think about when they think about “strip club music,” whatever you feel like doing. Maybe write a little about the atmosphere and clientele of the club and how that plays into your choices, how much freedom you have to play what you want, that sort of thing. But as long as it’s about the music you play at work, we’re happy! The rest is up to you.
Stripper Music Monday submissions should be sent to bubbles at titsandsass dot com

Stacks and Cats
See above for examples. Pictures of your cats (or dogs, or fish, or whatever) with your sex-work-earned cash. Just email us a photo with proper attribution.

Klute (1971)

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Bettie

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May 3, 2011

You guys, this was my first time seeing Klute and I am totally sold on it. I was into it pretty much from the first few seconds because I am one of those people who decides whether they will like a film based on the colors and whether they feel “good” to me or not. I’ve been having a green moment of late, and there is so much green in that opening scene! There seems to have been (from what I have gleaned from interior design books from the 70’s) a lot of that happening, the garden in the house thing. It reminded me of this post at Desire To Inspire. I love it. If I didn’t kill plants I’d start a garden!

But I do.

So let’s get into this film, shall we?

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Stripper Music Monday: Lydia

Naked Music Monday

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Lydia

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May 2, 2011

Zappa says that talking about music is like dancing about architecture. What few people realize is that normally I AM dancing about architecture, so I’m going to give the talking about music thing a shot.

Hi. My name is Lydia, and I’m from the Midwest. I’ve been honing my music folder in the same club for eight years and a few weeks. By the end of my first night my manager had nixed all instrumental music from my auditory arsenal forever (goodbye Amon Tobin). By the end of the first week I’d learned the hard way that Iggy’s “I Wanna Be Your Dog” was out too. In fact, anything produced and recorded in a manner that didn’t take up enough sound space was out (I still love you, Violent Femmes). Bass. Drums. In my manager’s words: stuff guys recognize, stuff they can sing along to. I spent some time fighting that, a lot of time dancing to “#1 Crush,” and a lot of time being completely fucking confused about how to bring my idea of music for a perfect strip club and the perfect music for my strip club together in a happy marriage of loving-the-one-you’re-with.

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