Catherine Gigante-Brown

"I was afraid this thing was going to do me in. But I took a deep breath and decided very early on that I would face cancer on my own terms."

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The heartbreaking saga of a 14-year-old Black prostitute who was murdered in cold blood by her (maybe) pimp on Christmas Eve in 1900 Savannah.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

Alas, I am the lone female in a house full of men. Only two men, but they take up a lot of space.

If the odds of getting cancer are like Powerball, why couldn't I be a scratch-off millionaire?

That’s the thing about being a breast cancer survivor — it’s always there: it never goes away. The scars, the fear that lurks in the back of your mind like a boogeyman. You’re going along nicely, living your merry life, and you’re fine, until you’re not.

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

Why, when I'm cool with being a salt-and-pepper chick, does it so clearly unnerve others?

Candida Royalle pretty much invented couples erotica. She made it socially-acceptable. Respectable. The women in her films looked like real women and had real, comfortable female bodies. And her movies actually had stories. Good stories. She hired her friends—adult legends like Annie Sprinkle, Veronicas Hart and Vera, and Gloria Leonard — to create Femme films too.