I had the right to remain silent. But I declined.
I’m Samara. I started this blog because I don’t quite fit in anywhere – I’m “A Buick in the Land of Lexus.” I’m originally from New York city, but now I live in suburban New Jersey. I’m not sure how I got here, but it’s a good place to raise a kid – Little Dude, my 12 year old. He’s the coolest kid around.
I was a wild child back in the 90’s. I had a couple of very shady jobs- like when I worked as a phone girl in a whore house, or in a Wall Street strip club. I got into lots of trouble and I hung out with all the wrong people. What, you mean you were never a part of a cult?
I’m originally from the projects, so there’s always a bit of that in me. I’ve had some amazing opportunities, which I’ve managed to blow exquisitely – like when I was part of the Lollapalooza tour in 1994 but who knows? Maybe I’ll still get to fuck up up my life a few more times.
Writing is how I breathe.
It’s my favorite coping mechanism, and how I explore some of the darker things I’ve experienced. I almost got trampled to death on when the World Trade Towers collapsed on Sept 11. I’ve survived drug addiction, and sexual assault.
I’ve been Freshly Pressed 6 times, and featured on the Word Press “Discover” page once.
Two of those stories were about education, which I’m passionate about. I think we need to tear down our education system and start all over. The latest story I wrote about high school illiteracy was the story on WP’s “Discover” feature.
I was Freshly Pressed for my story about drug addiction, which went viral.
I wrote a story for The Sisterwives Blog, which I founded, about escaping from my abusive marriage, and that was FP’d.
On the lighter side, I was FP’d for a rant about writer’s block and Charles Bukowski.
I’m a single mom, and my kid is one of my favorite things to write about. Although when I wrote about getting arrested for disciplining my child, that post went viral and for a few days, I was The Worst Mother on the Internet. Going viral is an intense experience.
My kid is hilarious, and usually foremost on my mind – even when he’s not around. Or even when he’s practicing his sax, which sounds like someone is shitting out farm equipment. I’m trying to raise him to be strong and independent – but I’m sure I’m screwing THAT up. I’ll let you know in 10 years.
I TRY TO BE FUNNY
You know what? I’ve found that only the truth is funny. Yes, I really DID have a dying dog over for Thanksgiving – and although I didn’t actually book an African safari for Little Dude’s bar mitzvah, I considered it.
Life is hard – for everyone. I don’t care what your circumstances are. So, I try to laugh and make people laugh.
If you’re a child of the 80’s, then you’ll understand why I paid homage to John Hughes teen movies. Or why I feel as old as fuck. And why the rock and role life style doesn’t mesh well with being a mom. No week-long drinking and drugging rock festivals for me.
Yeah, yeah – so I write about sex. Doesn’t everybody?
Once upon a time, I wrote about a woman’s right to use the words “slut and whore” – and the name of the post was “A Slut, A Whore, A Blogger, A Mom.”
From that day on, the number one search term for my blog, every day, is “Slut Mom,” thanks to the degenerates on the Internet. I finally embraced it and wrote the Slut Mom Blog. After all, someone once referred to me as a “Punk Rock MILF.” Even my own gynecologist recommended the use of dildos.
I wrote about how to save your marriage with oral sex, even thought I’m not a huge fan of marriage. I wouldn’t even marry another woman, although, God help me – I do sometimes fall in love with women.