by susansnow
but we women should not be imitating disgusting men like Bukowski. I met him years back at the Gold Digger's Bar on Santa Monica blvd. I was little more that 24 at the time. He was half drunk with some pal of his and kept trying to put his hand under my mini skirt. Finally to calm him down I went into that disgusting bathroom in the back to give him a blow job but his cock was so filthy I vomited before he could even get hard. Fuck Charley B. You don't need to be imitating him or blowing him. Sometimes we do stupid things figuring something good will come of it, usually noting cums.
Like the title reads, "in the style" I'll be damned if I praise him and would likely not have given him head. I think picking apart his work and making it my own is enough. Giving the raving masculinity/misogyny a feminine injection. Good luck with the residuals of your story and I hope a handshake is enough for your new favorite writer. Perhaps a conversation.