The Sex Industry seems to offer a wide variety of options in occupational careers, even for a part-time Goddess...
She calls herself “Kore Goddess.” She posts nude pics and a link to her webpage which has many many more nude pics, and video clips and provocative invitations to pay to see even more.
She is a bit on the “curvy” side. Okay, more than a bit. She posts these nude pics of herself in a variety of settings: out in nature, in odd smoky rooms surrounded by BDSM shit and drug paraphernalia, sometimes she’s smoking pot, sometimes teasing, smiling, sometimes seductive, sometimes confident and seemingly happy and enjoying herself.
She reminds me of a Central-American sculpture, The Goddess of Fecundity: enormous breasts, wide hips, sturdy arms and legs, and often a kind of blank expression, inscrutable beyond what she wants you to know or think.
I wrote her a DM (direct message) trying to sound like I was a cool, famous, successful author who had some reason to reach out to her. And she responded, in a message that sounded authentic and funny, and ended with a description of herself: “I’m just an uneducated dork from Humboldt.”
If this poem makes her immortal, that’ll be fine by me, and if it doesn’t I don’t think she’ll be disappointed or surprised. . . Because once more, with feeling . . .
— KOREGODDESS (@kore_goddess) March 3, 2013
...After all, it’s hard to catch a Kore Goddess very much off guard, much less to resist her.
NOT The Beth Chapman Story
Biology is biology, attraction is attraction, lust is lust
I was bottle-fed as a baby
In case the name Beth Chapman Doesn’t ring a bell, She was A Reality TV character and Dog Da Bounty Hunter’s wife.
She had huge and I mean HUGE boobs. But a few years back she had a “grim cancer diagnosis.” I wrote about her first when I heard. She was in a medically induced coma. And I followed her story Right up until she died.
So why do I mention the Enormity of her boobs in this update? Why am I writing about her at all? What is it that attracted me, And why did I care?
To be honest, The only reason I ever Watched Dog da Bounty Hunter And his crew of faux “Bounty Law” Superheroes was to see Beth Chapman’s HUGE boobs.
I’m pretty sure many men Watched for the same reason And grieved the end of Getting to tune in and See Beth Chapman’s Huge boobs, like me More than for any other reason, Any other aspect of her Celebrity and reality TV fame.
Sorry Beth, Please accept this belated apology On behalf of ALL We big boob focused men. You probably had Other HUGE qualities That people who knew you In real life Loved and admired. But much like my friend Kore Goddess, Who once described herself to me as “just an uneducated dork from Humboldt CA.”
Let’s be honest, many of us remember you Only for your boobs.
Kore is pictured at the top Of this piece a shot of her pretty face looking through a dripping window pane
And again here:
Resting and relaxing, I imagine.
And here, lighting a cigarette in Another apparent moment of repose:
I’m afraid, Beth and Kore, Biology and attraction and lust Being what they are, The rest of the your stories, Of your lives, Will probably never be pursued With the same fervor As other Points of interest and focus: Never gain the kind of attention These other qualities will garner.
Because your boobs Were And are And forever Likely, Will be, Noticed, Even though This aspect of your lives, Will NOT Be the whole of your stories.
Follow-up on Serious Inelegance
A disaster of my own making
This will be my second and likely final effort to write a nasty wrong committed by me here, not long ago. The piece below speaks for itself and I share it again b/c my shame is genuine, my embarrassment lingering, and my worry for the young woman who suffered at, and from, and by my moment of indiscretion continues to ghost me. Her choice in doing so is totally understandable and only one more moment in my lifelong history of fucking-up personal relationships b/c of my over-active libido in its dance with my underdeveloped sense of propriety and empathy.
Seriously?
I mean, are you REALLY serious?
In a moment of foolish, old man out-of-his-fuckin’-mind idiocy I jokingly, (I swear to Christ it was meant to be funny) suggested to a young, writer friend (yes, young, but an adult, married and everything) who looked that she send me a pick her herself topless, like my Twitter pal Kore Goddess had gifted to me as easily and naturally as can be —
Of course, Kore does work in the Sex industry.
Well, let’s just say that it didn’t go well. Not well at all. My young busty correspondent angrily cursed me out and then dropped me like a palm fulla puke.
Seriously?
You bet her ass, seriously!
#MeToo is a fuck of a long way away from dead or over, seriously. And in many ways I know it’s necessary and in some ways, it’s kinda shitty for old-school horndogs like me.
Lesson learned — and my sincere apology — seriously.
