Love Craigslist. Oh, yes.
Check out the Sexy Podcast roundup I did this week on Fleshbot — there are some really cool shows out there.
Lately I’ve been sitting on the computer for hours and hours and feeling totally stir crazy. I’ve been going out every night as a result, whereas usually I spend my evenings… on the computer working. Last Tuesday night I bailed and surpised Carol and Robert (and a whole naked gay male erotic massage class) at the Center for Sex and Culture, and drank their beer while catching up on gossip and doing a phone interview for Wired.com news — if the article goes up with my comments, it’ll be the seventh time I’ve been in Wired, which I think means they give me a 401K or something. Or at least a subscription that arrives on time would be nice — I got so tired of getting three at a time I decided to never ever subscribe to Wired print again, those jerks. On Wednesday night I got all dressed up like a tarty Laura Croft and danced on a stage with some of the nearly-naked boys in the horn section of the Marching Band until my muscles were sore and I was literally drenched in sweat and beer. After the show I got a tidy spanking from Mark Growden (for being lippy and calling him “Chester the Molester”) and that was very nice, too.
Next weekend is Pride in SF — there should be plenty of things going on to keep me from being too crazy. While I’m so tempted to go to LA (especially since I was informed that if I showed up at COOP’s house in one of my skimpy Marching Band outfits, I’d get locked inside), I’ve agreed to be one of Annie Sprinkle’s sex educators for her Sidewalk Sex Clinic and be interviewed on QTV and stuff to help promote her new book. I’m super flattered (*update*)to be hawkin’ my brainy wares on the street for Ms. Sprinkle. I just think it’s so interesting that Good Vibes picked this SRL photo (greasy, no makeup) for their ad. Everyone really seems to like that photo, which is why I haven’t put something more glam on my blog…
Okay, this post isn’t going anywhere, which kind of reflects my state of mind. Something in my life needs to change, but I don’t know what. About a year or so ago I made a friend in London through my blog, and we’ve been emailing each other infrequently about life and stuff. London Boy told me at one point that if Hornboy and I ever wanted to vist and stay with him we were welcome to — so I decided to take him up on it. Just me. So on total impulse, I just (one hour ago) purchased a ticket to London to visit and stay with someone I met through my blog. Am I crazy? I feel like it. Maybe it’s my new Green Wing addiction (one of the best shows on TV, *ever*). So I’ll be in London with my laptop and fetish heels looking for trouble from July 7-14; if anyone has any recommendations on stuff to do and see, I’d love to hear from you. I picked those dates because (hooray!) I’ve been invited to participate in a roundtable discussion for the EFF on July 19 for their local monthly public event called BayFF; in July the theme is legal issues and blogging (in connection with their new Legal Guide for Bloggers).
Oh — I just got an email from the people in Argentina doing Lengua Latina! Thier videos are a *great* idea (cool music, too)!
*Update* I’m no longer so super-flattered. I just returned from a trip to the bookstore and took a look at Annie’s book. Her book is perfectly fine; I’m just totally insulted that I’m not in her huge list of (two dozen) “Fabulous Sex Educators.” You know that big vulva painting that Annie sticks her head and boobs through for pictures and performances? I painted that. Not the original — that one burned up when her houseboat burned down and she lost everything, including her cats. I took the charred (smelly) remains of the vulva painting and lovingly made her a new one just like the old one — I was asked to. So now when you see this vulva at her events and shows, it’s the one I painted. What hurts more is that while she was writing her new book we traded emails back and forth a few times. I know that doing a favor and having contact about writing and books doesn’t qualify me to be in a list of educators but she lists two of my books in her bilbliography. So I didn’t make the cut, but I’m to be featured at her event, for a company whose marketing manager can’t even say my name out loud without turning green and inflating 100 times her size (I heard that the lady I confronted when I quit flipped her lid when she found out I was invited to be in this event)? Huh. I don’t understand anyone in this scene; maybe it’s the signifigant generation gap. Someone asked me if maybe there was a ghostwriter that didn’t like me? I don’t know, but I know almost everyone’s ghostwriters in the sex writing biz and they all like me — they consult me for their client’s books (and almost always give me a credit or throw me some kind of bone for my info and time).
Maybe I’m overreacting, but I’m pretty confused. Is it any wonder I prefer the comapny of lethal machines?
