Official Blog the Artist, Musician, Author, Investigative Blogger, accidental Adult Industry Expert & unconventional Christian
(who is sometimes known as former pornstar) Monica Foster. Official website: www.MonicaFoster.net
Enjoy my latest Monica Foster interview with Lacy Burke - producer and director of the controversial porn industry "into the mainstream" crossover film Car Date - www.CarDateMovie.com - a www.MonicaAtHome.com exclusive (I will upload this interview to www.youtube.com/MonicaAtHome shortly)
Here is the complete edited interview
Below is the raw interview from blogtv.com complete with the live chat feed.
THIS is who should be leading the Sex Workers Rights Movement. The young woman in the videos below known as Rayra and HappyHooker83 speaks her mind on Michael Whiteacre, Sex Workers Rights, Hypocrisy within the current mouthpieces of the Free Speech Coalition and much much more...
This young woman is one of the strongest, intelligent and centered women I've come across in a very long time. Thank you Jesus and God. Thank you.
Still I Rise
by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Click below to watch Thursday's live webcast of Monica Foster for ATR