I know some of these women. I love the idea of a parlor party where everyone is in on the lie but no one can talk about it. Ham/mayo sandwhiches in secret with a tarp over your head, and decadent choc. and wine in the next room with a cellist. I'm also open for reading poetry at these events, but I'm very fuckin' expensive. I've received 10s of satoshis for my poetry over the last 17 days