Anonymous said: One of the saddest and most hil- NO BITCH, the sad thing here is the fact that you're a stripper. If you want respect, maybe you should've graduated high school. 😂😂 when did stripping become a legitimate career?
tura satana appreciation post. here’s what u need to know:
born in 1938 and died in 2011
her parents were a silent movie actor and a circus performer
she was gang-raped by five men when she was ten. they were never prosecuted and it was rumoured that the judge was paid off.
this prompted her to train in various martial arts (such as aikido and karate)
over the next 15 years, she hunted down each of her rapists and exacted revenge against them. they never even knew who she was until she told them
at the same time, she formed an all-woman gang called “the angeles”
"we had leather motorcycle jackets, jeans and boots and we kicked butt."
moved to los angeles when she was 15 and supported herself
dated elvis presley and turned down a marriage proposal from him
her most famous film role was in 1965, as varla, a “very aggressive and sexual female character”, in faster, pussycat! kill! kill! (a film that was “an ode to female violence”)
tura was responsible for her own costume, makeup, use of martial arts, and much of her dialouge. she also performed all her own stunts and fight scenes
was known for not taking shit from anyone. russ meyer, the director for faster, pussycat! kill!, said of her “[tura was]extremely capable. she knew how to handle herself. don’t fuck with her! and if you have to fuck her, do it well! she might turn on you!”
I have 11 dollars in my bank account but I’m too proud to borrow money from my parents. My cars a piece of crap and once again I cried on the way home because of it. I have a talent for making shitty art in huge amounts, so I end up only reassuring myself of my worthlessness. Despite the last four years of somewhat healthy body image all I want to do is bend over the toilet to get rid of all my fat. My boyfriend doesn’t take care of our apartment and doesn’t acknowledge it when I do. All I can do to escape my life is get drunk off cheap beer, sleep, and then look forward to another day of everything I don’t want. Tell me again, why didn’t I kill myself when I thought I had the courage all those years ago?