Esther

UCSC, UCSB, LMU, Ventura College, Buena High School

Working Stiff, American Hero, Soldier of Fortune

leftist?

being a debauched dork, a part-time gonzo journalist, and a covert whitebelt. straddling the line between bon vivant and tragic figure

our lady of the flowers, discipline and punish, sex drives: fantasies of fascism in literary modernism, hop on pop, LA confidential, the master and margarita, i see by my outfit, taffy sinclair books, my wicked wicked ways, hollywood babylon. david sedaris could crap and i would love it....and the holy Vice Guide

jfk, taxi driver, chinatown, vertigo, true believer, any and all movies by: john waters, alejandro jodorowsky, nicholas ray, rainer werner fassbinder, blue crush, midnight madness, over the edge, love actually, pretty woman

gravy train, avenue d, X, bowie, the stooges, LOVE, t-rex. the rolling stones. ornette coleman. depeche mode. joy division. charlie parker, the who, stax/volt, roxy music, can, the make up and NOU, most motown pre-1975, connie francis, pop hip hop radio, ZZ TOP!, old Aerosmith

nip/tuck!, anything related to Law and Order...Jerry Orbach is my father figure, hollywood mysteries and scandals, any show that features kids trying to give their trashy looking moms wal-mart makeovers

Let's preface this with: I really don't give a shit who hates me and who doesn't. I used to have cervical cancer but now I don't. I used to drink a lot but now I don't. I work two jobs. I learned my lesson and I am no longer into drama. Now I just want world peace and abs of steel.
Things I like: writing a ton of shit in this profile, getting drunk (in the past) and falling off my bike, dumpster diving (4-REAL 4-LYFE), surf movies, Charlie Hong Kong, firefighters, wearing zombie makeup, having big hair, making out with people either too young or too old for me. I pissed on the floor of a Ralphs market. I want to have a Twist party with Roxanne Shante, Norman Mailer, and Gael Garcia Bernal. We can drink cough syrup and do the Watusi. Sex doesn't need to be art, but art needs to be sex.
I am a non-stop rock and roll machine, a 36 hour party
person, and an unholy soldier of the night. I'm neither
attractive nor rich, but I can make a hell of a drink and
I won't hesitate to rub my glam rock stank all over
whatever you hold sacred. A can of peaches is sexy, but
heavy syrup is sexier. School is for morons, livin' is for
champions. There's no fucking rules, dude.

I am seeking a life companion who is like the hamburglar
if the hamburglar were only into mcribs. So I was absent
the day everyone attended sexual orientation, that still
doesn't mean that I'll like your emo ass.Intellectual and sharply-dressed drunkards are always welcome in my social sphere. Beautiful boys, girls, boy-girls, trannies, bull dykes who worship James Dean, ex-
rockabilly moms, and saucy lads who are smarter than I am
are also welcome anywhere anytime with me.Everyone else: James Brown, the ghost of Raul Julia or Diane Arbus, Studs Turkel, Terri Nunn from Berlin, people who un-ironically wear tiaras, pirates, sport fuckers, anti-anglophiles,whomever invented Jolt Cola, Chester Cheetah, Iggy Pop, teabaggers, materialistic assholes who give me things that they'd otherwise give to the salvation army, Steinbeck-ian homeless people, James Ellroy, BBW models, people with tapeworms, coke dealers, burlesque performers, Hello Kitty, Caetano Veloso, Eve Libertine and Penny Rim