March for Peace and Justice with $pread and PONY

April 28, 2006

If anyone in the NYC area is interested:

$pread and PONY are going to be marching as a sex workers’ contingent at the March for Peace, Justice and Democracy being organized by the National Organization for Women in NYC this Saturday, April 29th. Bring your friends!

We’re meeting at 11:30am in Union Square, beside the statue of George Washington on a horse, at the front of the horse. Remember to wear your wig if you don’t want to be recognized! You may be photographed with sex worker banners and signs!

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Emerging on the other side

April 27, 2006

I’m emerging from a two month long tunnel of intense work… like, 19 hours a day, seven days a week insanity. No joke. The amount of stuff I’ve taken on – and managed to see through - in this time period is quite thoroughly or impressive, or maybe just insane. I can’t quite believe that I made it, and with a limited number of freakout/meltdown/Ican’tdothis moments. My ability and my drive to complete it all was quite strongly linked to the ever weird, ever gloomy cast of my personal life. When things go to shit, I shine. For example: when September 11th happened, at the start of my senior year of college, it happened along with some difficult and unrelated stuff in my personal life, and I got my first solid 4.0 in school that semester, plus held down a job and an internship.

When shit goes down, I pour myself into the one area of my life that I know I can control and will succeed at: work. And it’s at the expense of perpetuating the fuckedupness of that other, vastly unquantifiable piece of my life – interpersonal relationships. When I do my work well, I know it, and other people know it. Does being good at interpersonal relationships get me quoted in the New York Times? No. Being good at my job does.

This is a stupid and wrongheaded way to look at things, I know. But I repeat it – things get sketchy with the people in my life, I turn to work. I turn back, and the people are gone, because I’ve directly or indirectly told them to fuck off. It’s a vicious cycle.

So now I’m turning back to the people, and thinking that this shit needs to change. It has to change, or I’m going to keep throwing myself into my work and coming up for air every now and again only to see that the people are figuring their shit out, building lives, committing themselves to their loves, having babies. And I… what am I doing? Not that. That is all passing me by, and I’m letting it – I don’t know how to grab onto it, or how even to evaluate what pieces of it I want and what I want it to look like.

I’m not even dating my writing, as RKB says. I’m pouring myself into the stuff I believe I have control over and can and will succeed at, while neglecting the more questionable and unreliable areas of my life, the pieces that at the end of the day are what matters.

Sure, I can say that my work matters – it does. It is my life, it gives me meaning and hope and drive and inspiration and a kick in the ass and a million other things I never expected. But it’s not all that matters. What matters is that I’m 26, and on one level I have a highly evolved sense of what I want and need, and on another level I feel like I’m a goddamn emotional toddler, at odds with the world.

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26

April 25, 2006

This morning, right outside the door to my apartment was a cake, homemade by my upstairs neighbor, with a note: “It’s your birthday. Eat cake for breakfast!” And did I ever.

Its a chocolate cake, of course, which means that it fits in nicely with the birthday dietary restrictions I decided on yesterday: on my birthday, I will only eat chocolate, sushi and ham.

So far so good.

I keep getting these really sweet emails and phone calls asking me what plans I have for my birthday - the answer is that I’m writing my goddamn term papers, and no it is not a fun way to spend my birthday. I had 25 pages of writing due today, and I’ve got another 25 pages due tomorrow. I am about 5 pages shy of complete. This means that by this time tomorrow, I’ll have written 50 pages in the last two weeks. And I will be done with my master’s coursework and “only” have to write my thesis. So close I can taste it. Tomorrow, I will have something to celebrated. Until then, I remain in front of my computer, highly caffeinated. Where’s my ham sandwich?

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The story, for your listening pleasure

April 20, 2006

Wouldja look at that… I figured it out! Its a touch more than 13 minutes long, with a nice intro by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Enjoy!

p.s. - If you would like an MP3 file of the story, drop me an email. My internet access is a little scketchy right now and I’m in the throes of paper-writing, but I’ll get it to you if you’re a little patient.

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What's a little fisting between friends?

Last night was goddamned fun and amazing, and exactly the boost I needed to get through the next six days of writing.

For serious, an audio post is on its way once I figure out how this fucking thing works. One of my lovely fans recorded my reading last night of his own volition, and sooo… I will publish it here, for you all to listen to and chuckle about.

As a bit of a preview, a picture by the lovely Viviane. It was taken at a crucial point in the story when it becomes necessary to describe the mechanics of fisting. With hand gestures.

And also, a goddamn ridiculous photo by Brian Van of Lily Burana feeding me a cupcake, while Molly Crabapple looks adorable in the corner: For fuck’s sake. My life is ridiculous.

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In the Flesh this Wednesday

April 16, 2006

If you’re in New York, you should make your way to Happy Ending (302 Broome St) this Wednesday evening at 8 pm for Rachel Kramer Bussel’s monthly erotic reading, In the Flesh. Its FREE, the theme this month is “True Confessions,” and the line up is killer:

Sexy nonfiction on the theme of “True Confessions” from local erotic authors, sex columnists, and personalities including comedian Dan Allen, Jessica Cutler (The Washingtonienne), Miriam Datskovsky (Columbia Spectator sex columnist), Josh Kilmer-Purcell (former drag queen, author, I Am Not Myself These Days), Judy McGuire (Dategirl columnist for Seattle Weekly), Audacia Ray (wakingvixen.com) and memoirist Felicia Sullivan.

There will be candy, cupcakes, and prizes as well, because RKB knows how to treat you right.

I will be reading my piece, “What’s a little fisting between friends?” which is in this here book, which just came out this past week. My piece is a touch nerdy, a little awkward, but also pretty sexy and funny, if I do say so myself. Its written about my first fisting (courtesy of the lovely Jane Vincent and her tiny hands), which took place at the beginning of the slutty period that began right after the breakup of my 4 and 1/2 year relationship in the winter of 2003 and has continued til my recent bout of abstinence.

To summarize: bar, free event, candy, story about fisting.

And seriously, if you come to the reading, say hi. I will no longer tolerate feeling like a loser at my events because no one says hi, only to get a bunch of nice emails the next day. If it looks like I’m really busy talking to people, its because I’m trying to look busy and not like a socially awkward weirdo who has been doing nothing but writing term papers for the last eight days (and will continue to do so til the 26th). Consider yourselves admonished.

This just in, a blurb about the reading in today’s Metro:

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Sharing is caring

April 13, 2006

When I arrived home this evening, I had mail. It’s a book I ordered for some research I’m doing for a term paper about the 1970 and 1986 commissions on pornography, and I was endlessly amused that it was wrapped up like so. Yes, really, its wrapped in brown paper. And yes, really, it has the word “pornography” written on it. Pretty sweet eh? The full disclaimer is that the word pornography is actually in the title of the book, but its still damned hilarious.

You’ll forgive me if things are a little quiet around here for the next two weeks, as I’ve got all my grad school bullshit due on my 26th birthday and the day after. Sure, I can look on the bright side and be excited about the completion of my course work for my MA (thats a happy bday), but on the other hand, I feel like I’m not going to have a birthday this year, which is lame.

I will be taking two social breaks before everything is due, however. The first is tomorrow night - I’m going to see Rip Me Open, a play at Galapagos that stars the lovely Desiree Burch. Also, next Wednesday, April 19 at 8 pm, you can see me read about my first fisting (receiving, or “on the business end,” to use a phrase from the piece) at Happy Ending Lounge, 302 Broome Street. More details are in the sidebar. The lineup is pretty fucking serious, and its FREE.

And last but not least, I will show you a sample of the most awesome porn I’ve seen in ages, from All Gay Toons, a site I reviewed on SugarClickthis week. You see, its an Indian fucking a cowboy (note the horse in the distant background) next to a dead gorilla, which the cowboy killed in an earlier part of the sequence. This is the image on my desktop - it makes me giggle every time I see it.

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Some writing, some talking

April 11, 2006

My more favorite recent SugarClick posts:
All Gay Toons, the strangest site I’ve seen in recent memory
Dirty Surface, truly awesome, explicit erotic photography

I’ve also started a weekly SugarClickesque review-writing spot on Fleshbot:
Biwitched, a bi threesomes site is this week’s review
Juliand, high gloss pretty lady smut
Dana DeArmond, alt porn attitude

Remember how about two months ago I did the WYSIWYG Valentine’s Day reading at PS 122 and then I said I was gong to podcast it and then I was too lazy to actually do so? Weeeeelll, the WYSIWYG folks video taped it, so if you click and scroll over here you can see a clip of me reading a piece that I’ve never published here. Its called “Forgiving Myself: Bad Sex Secrets of a Sexpert.”

And also, if you have an hour and a half to spare and want to see me, Melissa Gira, Robyn Few, Carol Leigh, Catherine MacGregor, Jessica Melusine, Elizabeth Nanas and a roomful of activists, academics and sex workers talk mostly about issues around outness, you should head on over to the New School’s website and check it out. There’s some clicking involved - click ‘special events’and then scroll down to the more recent dates to Sex Work Matters, and we’re “Part 2.”

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In the Flesh

April 10, 2006

4.19.06 at 8 pm - In the Flesh: True Confessions
at Happy Ending, 302 Broome Street

New York’s hottest personalities share their 100% true sex confessions. From bad sex to porn obsessions to prostitutes and more, they’ll make you cringe, laugh, and turn you on (maybe even all three at once!). Featuring comedian Dan Allen, blogger and novelist Jessica Cutler (The Washingtonienne), Columbia Spectator sex columnist Miriam Datskovsky, memoirist and ex-drag queen Josh Kilmer-Purcell (I Am Not Myself These Days), Dategirl columnist Judy McGuire, nude model, porn reviewer, and sex worker Audacia Ray (WakingVixen.com), memoirist and editor Felicia Sullivan, and your host, Rachel Kramer Bussel. More details here.

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Wanting what I can’t have

April 08, 2006

or, why I say no to hardcore

I spent all day today at a shoot for Candida Royalle’s new film, where I got to meet a lot of awesome people, catch up with folks I hadn’t seen in a while, and watch people fuck. All in all, a pleasant way to spend a Saturday. As you all know, I’ve been a press machine recently, and though I guess it shouldn’t be surprising, I do feel surprised and flattered when people – especially people I personally admire – pay attention to what I’ve been doing and have nice things to say about my work. One of the frequently asked questions of the day was about my own future plans for performing in adult films. And the thing is – I’m not planning to be on screen performing sex acts in any porn.

The real and true reason for this is that my personal sexuality is a bit of a mess. This week marks two months since I’ve had sex. I know that isn’t a long time by most people’s standards, but it’s a pretty big deal for me, though it actually marks the second two-month no-sex streak I’ve had in the past year (the first was last summer when I was in Europe). In the past, I’ve been pretty compulsive about my sexuality and at times it’s been rather self-destructive. Doing porn would get me laid in extravagant and interesting ways with amazingly sexy people – but I’ve been feeling a really powerful disconnect between desirability and being.

To elaborate – though I have a predilection for porn that features authentic sexualities and could have the chance to work with some amazing people and probably make some good stuff, the emotional price feels too high. The things I choose to do with myself should at least have the potential to make my life better, and right now, I don’t think fucking on camera would do that at all. Getting paid to have sex when I can’t manage to have sex in my private life just feels fucked up and wrong to me – I’ve lived that weirdness in the past, and I just don’t have the stomach for it anymore. I can learn and have learned a lot from the sex industry (like all kinds of stuff about my limits and how to say no) but I don’t think it can teach me to be really present in my body and in my sexuality, and that’s what I want, more than anything. The truth is that I’m not really sure how to get there.

Do I miss having sex? Yes, absolutely, but not really in the way I expected. I miss sex with a specific person, and I miss the commingling of flesh and sweat and awesomeness, but I can’t have it the way I want it right now, and I feel fragile and weird, so I abstain. A year ago, when I felt this disconnect, I fought it with ostentatious fucking. A year, a casual sex injury, an introduction to what is possible in sex and love, and a fractured heart later, everything is different.

In the past, I’ve felt bitter and angry about not being able to have the most excellent sex all the time, but I don’t really feel especially angry about it now. And though I’ve made jokes a number of times in the last few months about my inability to get laid, I’m at peace with it. That is, I usually am, except for days like today, when I watch people enjoy themselves and open up their sexualities for a roomful of people and cameras, and I’m envious of their apparent bravery. But at the same time, I am smart enough to know that the surface appearance of sexual confidence isn’t always the emotional reality (for a good example, see the latest post on Rollertrain).

My emotional reality is – complicated. Strange. A mixture of unexpected moments of clarity and growth, plus a heady dose of sadness. And above and beyond that, its fragile, and for the first time I’m taking heed and caring for myself. And maybe it seems strange to people that I am who I am, but I don’t have an active partnered sex life. But you know what – I don’t care what other people’s judgments are of that fact, because I know where I’m at, and I’m learning about what I need and want, and I’m finally doing that the right way.

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Saturday muses

April 06, 2006

Just now I caught myself staring at my computer screen and wondering why I hadn’t written about spending twelve hours of quality hang out time with Melissa Gira, Jane Vincent and Jessica Melusine on the Saturday after Sex Work Matters, because it was so long ago. But wait - actually it was just this past weekend. It just feels like a long time because of the insanity every day this week has brought down on my head.

But the thing is - after getting through the opening and co-moderating a roundtable with Melissa Gira (who I’d just met in person for the first time), we realized that it might be awesome to actually, you know, hang out. And so, Saturday came about. The four of us met up at the LGBT Center after our respective lunches in the East Village. Everyone wanted to see Sex Worker Visions without the hordes of people, plus I was scheduled to do an interview with Joe Gallant for his Screw Show, which airs in the wee hours - Friday night/Saturday morning, at 2:30 AM on Manhattan Cable ch. 67. When I mentioned to Melissa that I was meeting up with Joe, she said she’d love to meet him, as they’ve had ongoing email correspondence but hadn’t met in the flesh.

Melissa and I combined forces to do a walk through of the show on camera, because she knew a lot of the artists in the show and had some good insights. We had a good laugh with the always affable and genuine Joe afterwards, and Jane commented that after meeting Joe, she totally gets why people take their clothes off for him and allow him to give them bong enemas.

Jane, Jessica, Melissa and I then decided to make our ways into Chelsea and wander through art galleries. We saw some good installation stuff and paintings, but also a lot of crap. It was awesome to intersperse thoughts on the conference and the sex workers rights movement with our thoughts on the art - a pretty natural flow with these four slutty artsy hyper-intellectual women. We lounged over coffee and pastries for a while, bid adieu to Jess and then headed back to Brooklyn for a night of more talk and take out pizza.

These women - they are my muses. They keep things in sharp focus, and remind me why I do what I do - I do it for them. Better than that, I’m starting to do my work with them, tnagled up with their thoughts and criticisms and ideas, and my work is getting stronger for it. Collaboration is a beautiful and unstoppable thing - especially when it’s bicoastal brilliance.

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Sex, brains, respect and shame

April 05, 2006

So many thoughts and issues swirling around in my head these days, not enough time to do justice to them all. Today a bunch of things came together (or apart) to make me think about the sex, brains, respect and shame of the title.

I know I didn’t delve into the content of the readings from Monday night, though I did allude to getting all choked up hearing Tony Comstock read. And the thing is, he read this really amazing piece pondering the ugly reasons behind the fact that sexuality is almost never portrayed well and tenderly and in complexly erotic ways in mainstream film or in porn. Lex echoed that sentiment on Naked Loft Party today, and further pondered the idea of societally enforced shame and the fears of outness - though pictures were taken at the event, very few of them will surface on our blogs, because of this ongoing struggle between the public and the private. But despite or because of this struggle, its comforting and inspiring to walk among others who are doing similar stuff in their lives.

And Lex is right - part of what was great about Monday night was how normal it felt. But the thing is - this isn’t really normal. All of these bloggers have come together and bonded in a really strong way because we’ve all been through varying degrees of shit with the choices we’ve made or the hands that our lives have dealt us. What we’ve each done with that is a lot of things, but it isn’t normal.

Perhaps the saddest thing, to me, is that intelligent discussions about sex aren’t normal, though they feel normal in my day to day life, because I choose to surround myself in a tiny sheltered little world of people who are (roughly) like me.

Though I am the first person to make a pun, poke fun at myself and be self-aware about the absurdity of writing some of the phrases I write and getting myself into some of the situations I get into, there’s a sharp and devastating difference between having a sense of humor about sex and being derisive about it.

All too often, sex is written and spoken about in publuc forums with utter disdain and disrespect.

Exhibit A: today Violet Blue wrote about a massive article in the SF Weekley about Cake, exported from NYC to SF (with love!) for a big party there recently.

Exhibit B: a snarky, sex negative article in the NY Press about the Sex Work Matters conference last week. Its very good with factual accuracy (unlike certain other NY papers that shall remain nameless) and its a great big piece, but the tone of it is just awful.

I realize and accept that many people don’t think sex is worthy of the brain power, time and love I give it in my professional life. I also know that one of the easiest and sometimes best ways to write about sexuality is to do it with a sense of humor - I do that myself, and it often works quite well. I realize that the idea of people - especially women and sex workers - seriously thinking about and examining the cultural and political whys to sexuality is absurd to some people. And though all those things are part of what motivate me to do my work as thoroughly and well as possible, it also breaks my heart a little. The idea that journalists can be so crude and cop such an attitude towards their subjects when sexuality is involved is appalling. Sexual cultures are REAL cultures, and as fucked up, obscure and removed from norms as many are, they are at least worth giving a hard look at and being treated as real things and not refuse.

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New. York. Times.

An Old Profession That’s New to Doing Taxes

I won the race among my friends to get quoted in the New York Times. Ain’t that some shit?

I have plenty more to say about it, naturally, but time is short at the moment.

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Out from behind the screen

April 04, 2006

As blogged (so far) by Chelsea Girl, Tony Comstock, Cherry Bomb and Tess, last night was the NYC Perverts’ Saloon at Galapagos, hosted by the lovely and amazing Desiree Burch.

It was nothing short of a magical evening. I got teared up at least once (thankyouverymuch, Tony Comstock) and the range of readings was impressive and really ran the gamut. It was really interesting to see what one piece each of the (very prolific) bloggers chose to represent themselves.

Although I don’t write dirty stuff much these days (or do anything dirty to write about, even), I read a post from back in early June called After Party, about an impromptu fivesome at Jane’s graduation party. The big surprise of the night was that Jane was still in town, and so she got up on stage and read The Naked Man in My Bathroom, which gives some backstory to my piece.

And to cap it off, a picture of me looking super smiley with Houston Bernard, who is awesome and did a wee bit of DJing for us.

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Perverts' Saloon - April 3 at Galapagos

April 03, 2006

Hey, remember how I’ve been working on this art show thing non-stop? Yeah, also I’ve been organizing a NYC sex bloggers reading. The idea for the reading was planted on the night of the sex bloggers meet up at the beginning of February, and then I did this little thing called follow through, and voila! A reading.

Only its not just a reading. There will also be a multimedia element to the evening, in the form of erotic moving images by NakedGuyNYC and awesome DJing by the very foxy Houston Bernard.

AND there will be free gift bags by Manic Panic that will have other little fun items in them as well. Come on out! Or curse the fact that you’re in another city.

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Managing Roles

April 02, 2006

The trouble with a roundtable is that organic conversations never move point by point in any kind of linear way. Incidentally, this is also the amazing thing about these conversations. The roundtable Melissa Gira and I moderated last Thursday ended up being a little bit all over the place, but it was extremely participatory, which is exactly what we were aiming for, so that was excellent.

The thing about this roundtable is that it grew out of conversations we were having on our blogs as well as in emails. Last fall when the Sex Work Matters conference was announced, Melissa and I were both struggling with ways to approach writing a proposal for the conference, and I commented on a post she wrote, asking how she planned on presenting herself – as a sex worker, an activist or an academic. A few rapid-fire comments and emails back and forth, and we decided to pitch a co-moderated roundtable about exactly that decision process, that weird dance between worlds.

A few weeks ago, between emails, IMs and phone calls, we came up with a list of questions we were interested in wrestling with:
a. In what ways do these roles (sex worker, activist, artist, academic) compete with each other?
b. Does the hierarchy of how these roles are valued shift in different contexts, in different communities?
c. What are the values and detriments of outness and degrees of outness in various contexts?
d. Why do sex workers in academia often stay closeted even when working on issues facing sex workers?
e. In what ways can sex workers use their personal experiences in a relevant and not merely anecdotal way in academic discourse?
f. How can sex workers support one another in becoming and remaining visible and heard in related activist, artist, and academic communities?

The final list of roundtable participants included Robyn Few (Sex Workers Outreach Project), Carol Leigh (BAYSWAN), Jessice Melusine (boa), Elizabeth Nanas (Wayne State University) and Catherine MacGregor. Everyone took about five minutes to introduce themselves, and then we leapt right into discussion, and from the start there was pretty much no separation between the audience and the roundtable participants. Melissa stayed up on stage with the roundtable participants, and I took the wireless mic and walked around the room Donahue-style, which turned out to be a pretty cool way, spatially, the moderate the conversation.

The main thread throughout the hour and a half was the issue of outness, and things were a little jumbled, but overall it seemed that the people in the room who spoke up supported sex workers being out in varying degrees. Of course this is a pretty predictable stance from the people on the roundtable itself, since many of them are out sex workers rights activists on a pretty much full time basis. Many of the other folks in the room sang the praises of outness too, but once we started to get into the nitty gritty of “managed identities,” it got more complicated. There are differences between being out to friends, lovers, families, straight job employers, and dissertation committees. And then there’s the kind of peculiar flip side of choosing how out one should be as an activist to one’s clients and employers within the sex industry. There was also the big question of “what kind of harm can outness bring?” and a few people said that being out hasn’t brought them any harm. While this may be true, I think that’s also a very limited way of looking at things – publicly associating yourself with sex, and especially commercial sex, marks a person as a member of a kind of ghettoized piece of the cultural pie. So, it might not wreck havoc on one’s life in all ways, but it does change things. To claim that associations with sex and sex work is anything like “business as usual” is kinda insane.

There’s also the complex issue of chosen versus forced outness – there were a number of women in the room who were very out as sex workers largely as a function of having been arrested and made the subject of intense media scandal. That is a totally different beast than measuring your degrees of outness, which also can be used as something of a preventative measure: if you’re out and proud, maybe you’ll be more shame-resistant. I know a little bit about that from my experience of coming out to the family last fall.

When we were discussing the usefulness of outness within the academe Barb Brents, a non-sex worker academic who researches sex work out of the University of Nevada in Las Vegas, said that she thinks it is becoming increasingly acceptable for sex workers to be out within the academic system and make use of their experience in their work, but not just in an anecdotal way. I’m not sure that I’m convinced of this, but I really hope it’s true. During our roundtable at least there seemed to be a lot of interesting spoken and unspoken dialogue around the relationship between sex workers and academia. Melissa told me that from the sessions she attended in the afternoon she felt like she might actually trust academics a little bit more, because there seemed to be a lot of listening happening, and less of that creepy Researcher On High thing happening.

Sex Work Matters was only a one day conference, and I could talk to these folks forever. It seems like a lot of good collaborative seeds were planted though, so there’s a lot stirring. Plus a lot of people at this conference will also be making appearances in Vegas this July, for a four day sex worker conference sponsored by SWOP and the Desiree Alliance. Lots of conversations will continue there, and lots of stuff will continue to happen between now and then as well. This stuff totally gets me jazzed, because there’s the talking – but there’s also an intense focus on the doing. And that’s just amazing.

It doesn’t seem like it’s up yet, but when the tech stuff has been sorted out, you’ll be able to watch our whole session on the New School’s website here and see and hear all the stuff I forgot to write about, plus tell me that I misinterpreted things or just generally see for yourself what the roundtable was like. Unfortunately I don’t think you’ll see the awesome tights Melissa was wearing. Trust me when I say they were awesome (and red).

Ladies and gents, the blogging bug has bit me hard once again, and I’ve got so many thoughts a-churning. It’s kinda crazy. I’m totally gonna be making up for my slight absence over the past few weeks.

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