Whore Next Door: Running Up That Hill

by Siouxsie Q May 11, 2016

Last week, I took my first trip to Sacramento to lobby at the state capitol. It was a grueling day of tense meetings and hushed strategic conversations about how to save the world — just like I dreamed it would be. The flags, the classic architecture, the sweaty stink of power wafting through the historic hallways — it all evoked a sense of romance. And why not? I love my country more than I’ve loved most men.

When I was in first grade, my teacher asked each of us what we wanted to be when we grew up. “The…