Sirenita Lake
- Location
- San Francisco, California,
- Birthday
- November 04
- Bio
- Sirenita Lake is married with cats, life-long bad girl, former high school English teacher, former software technical writer, and graduate of that great imploding public interest law school, New College of California School of Law. Sirenita is temporarily the worse for wear--ok, permanently, totally, nuclearly fucked--and gets to spend more time on the computer doing online tenant counseling and writing just for fun.
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Yes, I'd say it's
unethical or bad parenting or
whatever. If
you can make a
robot…”
9:07PM - “You guys really are
invisible. I'm not sure I've
ever met a
Danish American.
How…”
November 23, 2009 10:21PM - “I sympathize. I looked
like a mutant at 12. Now I
make guys
weak in the knees.
(A…”
November 23, 2009 09:05PM - “That shower scene is
hot. I love how your hair gets
all
swirly like you're in a
w…”
November 23, 2009 02:27AM - “You've helped me. I
think about you a lot. I think
about the
fact that you keep
t…”
November 22, 2009 11:12PM
Sirenita Lake's Links
- New list
- vzn's list of polyamory references
How I came to be buying a condom in a Hilton hotel across the street from LAX is a meandering tale of impulsive decisions and their consequences, tragic or comic. In the late 70s, I graduated from college with a degree in linguistics. I had no particular plans for being any… Read full post »
The angry man was waiting for me as I parked my car in front of my physical therapist’s office building. He was pissed because I had honked at him. He had been having an argument with his teenage son in the crosswalk of a busy thoroughfare, and the kid bolted to… Read full post »
I was 19. It was an abandoned quarry. I was in the cab of a semi truck, one guy at the wheel, the other in the sleeper. I had been asleep, exhausted, since just outside of Reno, and woke up to the screech of breaks and an abandoned quarry in the… Read full post »
My heart was not broken. The blunt force trauma, however, left severe lacerations and contusions. It was in the blue and purple stage of bruising, when touch is painful. I didn’t want to let it stiffen up, so I decided to give it some mild exercise. Nothing too rough. I’m getting… Read full post »
Since I published this, I found a story in a local blog page describing what this guy and his partner were reported to have done. Apparently, there was a belief that a cop had been injured, though I have not seen anything to confirm that in the local rag. There are a few comments… Read full post »
Six was a lonely cat, imperfectly socialized and nervous. He flinched when you reached to pat his head, nipping your hand. I never saw Emily bend to pet him, nor did he rub against her ankles. Emily had lived in a succession of shared apartments and Six had been taken care… Read full post »
The moment my relationship with Emily hit rock bottom, she wasn’t even there. I was standing on my porch, blood-soaked paper towels pressed to my right arm, telling six cops that everything was fine, just fine, the cats got into a little fight but it was all over.
"I’… Read full post »
I wanted to start this "the rhino lowered his head and charged, barely missing my leg as I pulled myself up into the baobab tree..." Or maybe "the gun was shaking in the addict’s hand and I read in his crazy, glassy eyes that no matter what I did, he was… Read full post »
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