SwitchGrace

http://instagram.com/grace_alcest Remember my name... 

I am back in the US once again and have posted two additional pictures up on my instagram account http://instagram.com/grace_alcest. Once again, I am also still a professional in this business and what can I say? If you can get it for free else where? Good for you. I am pretty sure you can get your hair cut or a tattoo for free by some random person down the street as well, but you get what you pay for, right? :P Stay weird, my friends. 

Last night after dinning at Sons of Essex, a pretty German man showed me the permanent marks on his upper thighs from when I blindfolded him, dexter'd his ass to his kitchen table, opened up all his blinds to his apartment so I could see the pretty skyline (also to give a show to the neighbors) and then proceeded to beat him with a power cord after I canned his feet. That permanent mark was a symbol of his devotion. Thank you!

Still at Pandora's Box in NY, and still annoyed w the assholes on the train (you know who you are...). However, I am leaving for Norway on Oct 2 and I am still on instagram. Quit ghost following me, man the fuck up and actually be a real follower

http://instagram.com/grace_alcest

https://twitter.com/followers

Leaving for Norway on Oct 2 and I can't wait!! \m/ Again, had the pleasure of having some random man stare me down on the train this morning. If you are that curious about who I am, you can follow me on instagram, but keep your rudeness to yourself. 

Instagram:

http://instagram.com/grace_alcest 

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/LongingForGrace

I set up an instagram account, you can lurk there to your heart's content and my face is fully shown there:

http://instagram.com/grace_alcest

It is always interesting when someone recognizes me on the train here in NY either from this site, from Pandora's, the muay thai circuit or from all the tattoo work done on me in the past regardless that my face is partially hidden with this account... 

You know who you are because I see you staring at me when I sit down. I see you staring when I trying to quietly read my book in peace. I see you staring as I get up to leave and I can feel your eyes on me. The end result is that I will continue to ignore you and you will wonder if it was really me that you saw or someone that might look like me. I will have forgotten the moment once I move passed the annoyance of you invading my private space, but you will think about me for the rest of your day.