I should have been a dancing girl . . . Preamble to my Autobiography…

I should have been a dancing girl. I should have waved my skirts in the Moulin Rouge, shook my money maker at the whores who sat before me in the halls of inequity and the bedrooms of the rich. I should have been a barroom darling in Nazi lace and kosher leather, singing songs about […]

I should have been a dancing girl . . . Preamble to my Autobiography…