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<rss version="2.0"><channel><description>I’m a writer recently escaped from San Francisco, the web’s relentless optimism, and the center of America’s sex culture. While there, I wrote for Valleywag, Gawker’s stabby tech culture blog. I’ve also contributed to Slate, BlackBook, the San Francisco Bay Guardian, and $pread magazine. I live in New York. Please don’t ask me why no one will have sex with you.</description><title>melissa gira grant</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @melissa)</generator><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://17.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktjaj0bdOH1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/253572891</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/253572891</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:28:02 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Sternum status, five weeks on: solid, white, unmarred, with a...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kth88ikhWv1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sternum status, five weeks on: solid, white, unmarred, with a bit less angora.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252211177</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252211177</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:43:30 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>meaghan: maybe a good way to know if you love a man is to try to imagine living on a farm and having babies with him. do you die of laughter? then rethink.&#13;</title><description>meaghan:  maybe a good way to know if you love a man is to try to imagine living on a farm and having babies with him. do you die of laughter? then rethink.&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me:  i imagine what they will think of me when i they see me, three days into a writing binge, with unwashed hair, a torn slip, eyeliner still clinging to my cheeks, and asking them to go get me coffee -- WHAT DO THEY SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
meaghan:  MILK NO SUGAR!&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me:  heavy cream if they've got it, exactly! MARRY ME MEAGHANO&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
meaghan: we would run an amazing household&lt;br /&gt;&#13;
me:  can i quote this pls?</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252141871</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252141871</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 11:24:06 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I think if you’re cuddling with someone and they’re cross dressing, you can become..."</title><description>“I think if you’re cuddling with someone and they’re cross dressing, you can become lovers, it can become an affair. But it doesn’t start there.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/S___Elliott"&gt;@S___Elliott&lt;/a&gt;, who adds, “You can quote me on that. That’s a philosophy for life.”&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252111499</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/252111499</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 10:49:50 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"What would be between us if I could just present my body as it craved being captured? I don’t..."</title><description>“What would be between us if I could just present my body as it craved being captured? &lt;i&gt;I don’t need to be fucked. I just want to be photographed.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Do I need to give it &lt;a href="http://melissa.tumblr.com/tagged/she+is+a+camera"&gt;a name&lt;/a&gt; now?&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/251207313</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/251207313</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 14:50:30 -0800</pubDate><category>she is a camera</category></item><item><title>There is nothing more hookery: lunchtime lingerie shopping.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktf44g8sA51qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing more hookery: lunchtime lingerie shopping.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/250957696</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/250957696</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 09:18:54 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kte1c6wf9B1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/250366247</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/250366247</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:21:34 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"Every new pleasure takes up within a passing one, but never quite completely. There is always a..."</title><description>“Every new pleasure takes up within a passing one, but never quite completely. There is always a margin where the present moment leaves space for desire.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Working more on this (see: &lt;a href="http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241046442/the-way-a-woman-dreaming-still-parts-her-legs-at"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/246398074/an-honored-mistress-whose-own-vision-of-sex-is"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/248985867</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/248985867</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:39:00 -0800</pubDate><category>she is a camera</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktbyzpXNQp1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/248982568</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/248982568</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:35:49 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"… an honored mistress whose own vision of sex is so boundless that she can’t help but be..."</title><description>“… an honored mistress whose own vision of sex is so boundless that she can’t help but be demanding. She doesn’t wish to be… She just can’t, once provoked, keep from running over her own banks.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;A bit more &lt;a href="http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241046442/the-way-a-woman-dreaming-still-parts-her-legs-at"&gt;from where that came from&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/246398074</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/246398074</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:01:00 -0800</pubDate><category>she is a camera</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt7o54DnbH1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/246144889</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/246144889</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 08:50:53 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"A proffering, I-love-you is in the side of Expenditure: they spend the word.  Those who seek the..."</title><description>“A proffering, I-love-you is in the side of Expenditure: they spend the word.  Those who seek the proffering of the word (lyric poets, liars, wanderers) …spend the word, as if it were impertinent (base) that it be recovered somewhere, they are at the extreme limit of language, where language itself recognizes it is without backing or guarantee, working without a net.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Roland Barthes, “A lover’s discourse” (shared with you as I recieved it, slightly intoxicated, in half-light, in the dark)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/244271291</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/244271291</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:44:55 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>I remember. This.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt4q7veFN81qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember. This.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/244269528</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/244269528</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 18:42:55 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"He forgot what he was building didn’t belong to him, and, consequently, felt dismayed at its..."</title><description>“He forgot what he was building didn’t belong to him, and, consequently, felt dismayed at its destruction.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Arthur Krystal, “Slow Fade,” on F. Scott Fitzgerald in Hollywood (The New Yorker)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/243818975</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/243818975</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:08:22 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Bachelor Parties 101</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://katstories.tumblr.com/post/243074451/bachelor-parties-101"&gt;katstories&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;After four years of stripping, I was an expert on the kind of songs that really get the d-bag demographic all pumped up at the club.  They always act the way that people who don’t know how to download songs act when their favorite top 40 hit comes on the radio, like it’s a miracle.  The mix consisted of such douche-friendly hits as, “Ridin’ Dirty” by Chamillionaire, “Hypnotize” by Notorious B.I.G., the 50 Cent/NIN “Closer” remix, “Baby I got your money” by ODB and “Check Yo Self” by Ice Cube.  I threw in a few rock songs like “Big Balls” and “TNT” by AC/DC for variety.  It’s not to say that these are strictly douche songs, but they are at least good common turf for me and the douches because I don’t do Tool.&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/243279555</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/243279555</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 20:37:35 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Dramatic tag sale. Delancey Street.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt141zhBEd1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dramatic tag sale. Delancey Street.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/242172521</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/242172521</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 19:51:25 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>“You make love to whatever you need.”</title><description>&lt;img src="http://8.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kszb4nf4Rt1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099762/quotes"&gt;“You make love to whatever you need.”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241100790</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241100790</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 20:29:00 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksz9a4XQ821qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241058266</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241058266</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:49:16 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"The way a woman dreaming still parts her legs at the arrival of a lover’s hand in the night as..."</title><description>“The way a woman dreaming still parts her legs at the arrival of a lover’s hand in the night as they lay together: I want to be shot that unconsciously.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;from something new named after &lt;a href="http://sheisacamera.com"&gt;something old&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241046442</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241046442</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:39:00 -0800</pubDate><category>she is a camera</category></item><item><title>(via)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://2.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksz8q8hPlv1qz4atgo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.milfcumdumps.com/images/milf-bukkake.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241044534</link><guid>http://melissa.tumblr.com/post/241044534</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:37:20 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
