Rachel R White

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Rachel R White

Getting a Happy Ending: Buying Sex As A Girl

It started on a highway in rural Kentucky. We passed an adult superstore in the middle of a cornfield, the kind with a retro name like “The Jewel Box” or “Pure Romance,” I can’t remember which.

I Did Coke With The ATL Twins All Night So You Don’t Have To

I’ve been watching the twins hit on girls for hours. At the Soho gallery–where they were part of a group show–one of the twins cozies next to a girl eyelash extensions and a wide-brim hat. He mutters: “I have a crush on you. You’re a rich girl, aren’t you? I’m sayin’…  you’re the type of chick I’d like to impregnate.”

Do You Know That I’m Going To Leave You?

It always ended this way. Late afternoon and again in bed, staring at the wall. 3 pm…it could collapse you, the way the sunlight comes in, angular, moving, to only again disappear.

Getting Screwed At The AVN Awards: A Journey Into The American Porno Dream

The red carpet at the annual AVN porn awards is in full swing, even though it looks like a stage still being set. For some reason I’d imagined such an event would take place outdoors: porno-queens gliding by in glittering dresses waving as trade journalists snap photos amidst some palm tree studded backdrop.

I Went To ‘Skinny Mini’ Speed Dating

In a story like this, do we assume that because the writer is a woman, she — like all women — has learned that her body is her ultimate value? And that if it doesn’t reach certain standards — is not over exercised, primped, plucked, starved — she becomes unworthy as a human being?

Aren’t We All Jennifer Aniston?

How do I look while taking out the trash? While slumped in a chair at work? While crying during this movie? We watch a celebrity like Jennifer Aniston with the awareness of ourselves being watched.

The Goth Phase: An Exploration In Persona

The Dark Phase in itself is femme; is inherently sort-of queer. I imagine that when goth became a scene — the Batcave in London in 1982 — that the more dramatic, poetic dimension of Goth made it a safe haven; an alternative to the increasingly masculine and aggro punk scene.

Paris Hilton Nostalgia

Paris broke the rules sexually. She wore lingerie to clubs, she was romantically linked with everybody. She had a sex tape. They were taboos that were ready to be broken.

I Don’t Know If I Want Babies

I tell Kate I was shocked when I saw my sister with her newborn. That you have to hold it constantly. That you can’t do anything while holding it. That if you want to do something, you have to pass it to another person.