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In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

The Day of My Sister’s Funeral & ee cummings

 

( For Kay and every single woman who has ever been caged )

~~~~~When the devil executed my sister, it was like any other day.

I was mowing the lawn, listening to Ken Follett’s, Pillars of the Earth on my headset. I was at the part where the young boys in the castle were throwing rocks at poor, innocent cats just because they could. I was baking mandarin chicken in the oven for dinner. The sun was warm and luminous upon my face.

I received the call at 5:15 PM. “Did you hear…did you know…He shot…Mike killed Kay…Your sister K-k is dead….”

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In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

Big Boobs & Jagger Lips ( a story about sisters )

Big Boobs & Jagger Lips ( A story about boobs, lips, fitting in, love, sisters, and undying love )

Kim & Kay. Sisters Forever.

~It’s taken nearly thirty odd years, but I’m sort of, kind of, in fashion.

You see, I wasn’t always this cool and confident and amazing.  In middle school, I developed boobs before any of the other girls in class, and believe me, I wasn’t thrilled about it.  Not a single bit.  I wasn’t like some of those females who looked forward to their chests filling out, or those who couldn’t wait a moment longer to purchase a lacy, Victoria Secret bra. Nope. I was not one of those girls.

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In Memory of Kay Kim's Blogs

My Life So Far…

~As I look back on my life so far, everything I’ve experienced has directed me onto the path I am on now—-Kim Sisto Robinson

 

1980-something.

 

 

I come from Minnesota, Nassau, Bahamas, & Carnival Cruise Lines….

…where I drank long island teas, goombay smashes, and dealt black jack to movie stars like Telly Savalas, Louis Gosset Jr., rich oil tycoons, and dirty old men who blew raspberry scented smoke into my face at the old Playboy Club. Once- a man grabbed my ass; so the manager, Orlando Pastrana, ran over and told the creep to “LEAVE MY HOUSE Now!” I appreciated the gesture, although I could’ve protected myself, even at 20 years old.

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