{"id":637,"date":"2011-08-19T01:11:55","date_gmt":"2011-08-19T01:11:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gregglory.com\/wordpress\/?p=637"},"modified":"2023-07-08T10:22:00","modified_gmt":"2023-07-08T10:22:00","slug":"jeanne-a-whore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/jeanne-a-whore\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8230;[Jeanne, a whore]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>He had his cold delights, like many men.<\/p>\n<p>Holding his enormous head, and strutting before the fireplace like a conscience-stricken peacock. Always in fine wares, and I daren&#8217;t say a word against him, or he&#8217;d&#8230; he&#8217;d&#8230;. Well, he&#8217;d make me look into my own heart so far, I didn&#8217;t want to live any more. He could turn an evil phrase! How he knew me, without being a whore himself, I don&#8217;t know. Vile lashings of that spiked tongue! Ah! My heart was scissored by his whips! How did he ever manage it, knowing me like he&#8217;d been through every degradation with me, spitting at my pimp&#8230; and&#8230; other things. He would say, &#8216;Love is the reason.&#8217; But no love ever spoke like his.<\/p>\n<p>The next moment it was all &#8220;devotion without content, oh my miserable dear, it is the finest thing under the sun! For you I pour these roses over with my blood. Your masses of hair bury me, and, like a vampire of desire, I arise&#8230;!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Such things. The erotic and the gnostic compellingly combined. I could&#8230; stand on his words and see the world. That&#8217;s what it was. That&#8217;s what it was like. No one&#8217;s ever done that to me, before or since.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hand me that wine. There&#8217;s a love. Put your pants on.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>He had his cold delights, like many men. Holding his enormous head, and strutting before the fireplace like a conscience-stricken peacock. Always in fine wares, and I daren&#8217;t say a word against him, or he&#8217;d&#8230; he&#8217;d&#8230;. Well, he&#8217;d make me look into my own heart so far, I didn&#8217;t want to live any more. He <a href='https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/posts\/jeanne-a-whore\/' class='excerpt-more'>[&#8230;]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1001002,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-637","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-evil-interludes","category-12-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1001002"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=637"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8347,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/637\/revisions\/8347"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=637"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=637"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gregglory.com\/blastpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=637"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}