Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in The Showgirl.'s LiveJournal:

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2004
9:15 pm	hmm. i feel as if i've fallen off the face of the fucking planet for a while. i'm still around...somewhat. lack of interest, maybe. i'm trying to stay focused on the task at hand...haven't figured what that task is yet, when i do, i'm sure i'll make it known. i've been spending a little time visiting Rose while i'm in Los Angeles. just checking up on her, making sure that everything is running smoothly. the AC Maintainer has informed me that i must make one more post and then i have to post in the AC Red Carpet again. oh joy. at least i found something to talk about, right? hmph. Current Mood: amused Current Music: nails on a chalkboard. (1 comment | post comment | disclaimer )
Monday, July 26th, 2004
5:00 pm	you can't stop her now. three kisses, forehead, hand and cheek. informally duplicitous. bane that i seek. half a world away and i’m here, hungry and longing for affection. you. my silent assailant, so sure of whom i speak, but are you? do you? if you think this letter writes for you, you’re mistaken. these eyes blink for no certain face. for no certain taste lingering in my mouth, rolling from my tongue, flutter, flutter like the Spanish consonants i utter. like the silent pleas I stutter. mmmm and i’m saying that you can’t hear me calling you from here. climb from your pedestal and join me in the rear. for conversations of Nieztsche and Neruda and Dante and Homer; you slide against my pelvis and push me in a corner. hell spent and determined to subdue, insistent to unglue me. but you’ll never figure, you’ll never find the unspoken iniquities that transpire in my mind. and I continue with my catlike grin, nothing to win or lose for the apathy I ooze. Current Mood: calm Current Music: esthero - daylight (2 comments | post comment | disclaimer )
Wednesday, June 30th, 2004
8:40 pm	cuz now i wanna be your dog. there's nothing i hate more than a whore with romantic dillusions. sucking cock all night long while dreaming that any day now, her Prince charming will flutter along on his white horse and sweep her off her feet. it never occurs to her that maybe, just maybe, deep throating Bobby isn't the way to find love. not that i'm against casual sex, hell no, God bless, get it where you can. what I'm against...is the total fallicy of the Prince Charming story. that if you bide your time like a good little girl, some man is going to rescue you from a lifetime of loneliness. it's just not real. from birth women are programmed to want the white wedding, three bedroom house, Astro-van, dog and children. maybe, just maybe if the guy you end up with isn't a complete bastard, you'll get to have a job. as long as it doesn't threaten his fucking masculinity, that is. but the moment you work your way up that fucking corperate ladder, gain some fucking confidence and a social life that doesn't include him, he's gone. not only does he leave you with the kids and a mortagage the size of Montana, he takes the fucking dog, trades in the van for a car he can't fit into AND marries some silicone filled bimbo that shares the name of a snack cake. there you are, forty-five years old and the fucking spinster you never wanted to be. and for what? for a few years of placid happiness that was more filled with you working your ass off to be a good wife and mother and him screwing his fucking legal secretary? stop the fucking insanity girls and realize a man isn't going to fucking make you happy. now don't mistake my bitterness for man-bashing or man-hating. i don't hate men, not at all. i just have no use for them as providers or the keepers of my orgasms, security or happiness. and guess what kids? i'm all the happier for it too. having said that...i'd like to introduce myself properly. i've had blink-and-you'll-miss me parts in a few really great movies and i've made some really bad career moves (et. al Showgirls), i've done work that i'm really proud of (Prey for Rock and Roll) and i've been struck down by the network beast (Snoops), but i'm most known for my role as Corky in cult favorite "Bound" where i nearly fucked Jennifer Tilly paralyzed. if my resume doesn't impress you, take a look at my icon. that's right kids, the loud mouth with fish lips. the names Gina, nice to meet you. Genial Gershon Current Mood: amused Current Music: be your dog ; the stooges (5 comments | post comment | disclaimer )