I was taught, as a girl, that I shouldn’t have tattoos, that I should brush my hair and that I should cross my legs, that if I had sex without being married, I was considered a harlot. God I love that word, harlot. It reminds me of my high school lit teacher and how she used to cringe at the word, so I would say it for her, when we discussed ‘The Scarlet Letter’. It’s sharp, there’s black with red lipstick there. But I stand here, today harlot free, loving sex and loving art, free from the cuffs.