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Diary #477

Last week I flew to Washington, DC to present The War on Whores at the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit.  Amazingly, I had no problem on my flights out, and though my return flights were screwed up and delayed I still got through (though I barely made it onto three of the legs by the skin of my teeth, like literally being the last person seated).  I stayed with Elizabeth Nolan Brown and her husband Swin, who were both wonderful hosts who made me feel very welcome; on Thursday she took me to visit the Reason office and on Friday I had brunch with Washington Post fact-checker Glenn Kessler, whom I’ve wanted to meet for years now.  The movie screening on Friday went well, but as usual the best part of the trip for me was the people; besides hanging out with Liz, Swin, Kaytlin Bailey, Alex Andrews of SWOP Behind Bars, Amber DiPietro, Kendra Holliday & David Wraith of Sex Positive St. Louis, Deviant Ollam (who designed our McNeill/Matisse 2020 shirts) and other friends, I got to reconnect with Kate Zen (now working with Red Canary Song) and meet Phoenix Calida (whom I’ve admired for a long time) and Niki Gilliland, whose story I featured back in May.  I’m probably forgetting all sorts of other people and events, but most of this was wriien on the plane home and the rest was finished after I got home, so I’m just going to sign off now by thanking my patrons for sending me!

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Idiocracy

Just in case you missed it, Twitter’s completely mindless algorithms (which are not supervised or monitored by humans in any way) have locked my account again; it happened Monday afternoon and my account will (presumably) be back to normal this coming Monday afternoon.  Until then, I’ll be tweeting from my backup account, which I ask that you follow because this is bound to happen again.  What happened this time is that a prohibitionist experienced some kind of glitch while attempting to troll Prostasia‘s website, and accused the members of the advisory council (which includes yours truly) of trying to “hide” our participation in a child protection and pro-civil-rights organization (because apparently the most delusional prohibitionists believe that wanting to protect children and civil rights are somehow positions to be ashamed of).  When those accused asked the loser what he was blabbering about, he quickly descending into calling all of us “pedos”.  I replied in thread with the tweet you see here; apparently the loon took offense and reported my analysis of his level of cognitive function.  I sincerely doubt this rather mild insult was what Twitter refers to as “abuse and harassment”; what I believe happened is that complaints trigger an algorithm which scans the reported tweet for “bad words”, and my quoting what the abusive chimp was accusing us of was taken as my calling him a “pedo”.  As Isaac Asimov once pointed out, computers are high-speed morons; tell a computer that certain words are verboten and the electronic idiot cannot tell the difference between someone initiating use of the words, and someone quoting the insult.  Going forward, I’m going to keep this in mind because it’s the second time I’ve been shut down by this same censor-moron (the first one was for calling myself “queer” when a speech cop wanted me to call myself “gay”; see the similarity?)  As long as Twitter and other websites allow themselves to be governed by mindless machines, this will never stop, but cheer up:  think of how exciting driving wil be once this same kind of algorithm is actively operating a sizeable fraction of automobiles.

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For the past two weeks, I have only seen my regular gentlemen and a single new client with excellent references (who found me via Twitter), and it has been wonderful.  As I’ve mentioned several times in the past year, I’m really tired of dealing with traditional escort advertising sites, especially since FOSTA demolished the old demarcations between the different types of sex work advertising, resulting in my being subjected to a barrage of the kind of unschooled, semi-literate, rude, stupid, screening-averse wannabe clients I haven’t had to deal with in years.  As a result I am in the process of phasing out Eros and similar sites entirely, and an ever-greater fraction of my clients find me via other channels such as my blog, Twitter, other writing, my public speaking, TV interviews, etc.  I haven’t taken a cold voice call this year, and I reply to no-information texts with a polite but short copy-paste text including my website address (visible in part here) that rarely results in any kind of response, much less a paying client; yet despite these changes to make my life more pleasant, I’m still two months ahead of budget as I have been for the past couple of years.  That lets me know that my strategy is working, which means it is very likely that next year I’ll start moving toward my next goal,  namely to eventually stop taking new clients without a referral from one of my friends.  What this means for you if you’re already in my “good guys” list is that everything will go on as it has been, and it may even get easier for you to get an appointment; what it means if you’ve never seen me, but would like to, is that you should probably get on the ball and make an appointment in the next few months, while I’m still accepting new clients.  I’m getting to that comfortable stage of maturity where I dislike change even more than I did in my youth, and by two years from now I’d like nearly all of my in-person visits to be with clients I know, trust and feel comfortable with.

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I’m going to be visiting Washington, DC twice in the next two months; I’m leaving for the first trip on Wednesday and should be returning Sunday, because even though the conference won’t quite be over the flights look too good to pass up (and I druther not get stuck in Washington, especially not in August).  “The Conference” is the Woodhull Sexual Freedom Summit, at which I’ll be showing The War on Whores this Friday night; for the rest of the time I’ll be doing my best to meet up with friends (old, new & online) I know will be there and listening in on any sessions I find interesting.  I plan to have a car, so if you’d like to see me professionally while I’m there (I should have time on Thursday and Saturday), please let me know ASAP so we can arrange that.  That includes anyone who donated to my fundraiser at the $250 level and above; I owe you presents and a visit!  And it isn’t too late; if you donate by Wednesday we can almost certainly still make a meeting work.  And if you’d like to see me but can’t this week, don’t worry because I’ll be back next month for a reception and movie screening at Reason Magazine HQ on September 26th.  I don’t have the details yet, but I should pretty soon, so watch my Tuesday diary columns for details.

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Diary #475

Though the actual reason I went out to Sunset this weekend was to celebrate Lammas with my friends, it also served to get me out of Seattle during SeaFair, and thus away from extra traffic, closed streets and fighter planes roaring over my house every day.  Instead, I had several lovely days of relaxing and getting high.  My apples, plums and blackberries are all starting to come in, and the replumbing project (necessary for the floor repair) is underway.  Some friends also came out to build a yurt for Jae so she can have a little private space of her own, and we did some planning for future projects.  I tried to snap a picture which showed as much of this as possible; you can see the partly-finished yurt, a wheelbarrow for moving gravel, a piece of pex pipe we’re allowing to uncoil for use, and (if you look carefully) some apples on the branches over my head.  I hope to have some even more exciting news and pics in the near future! 

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Any week which includes a Who night with Lorelei is a good week, but last week was good in other ways as well.  It started early Monday morning with a lecture (via video link) to an anthropology class at the University of Michigan, then continued Tuesday with one of my regular beauty treatments and a lovely evening with Lorelei (which beside Doctor Who also included the last two episodes of Good Omens).  I had a productive week of both remunerative work and writing (after editing my video lecture for Renegade University last week), and I even got two lovely presents:  the seventh season of Bewitched from Chekhov, and a Stornoway black pudding all the way from Scotland via Brooke Magnanti!  I like regular black pudding, but the Stornoway variety is without peer and at the time of this writing I’m still savoring the memory of the flavor from dinner a few hours ago; I’m going to take what’s left of this one out to Sunset on Thursday to share with Grace for Lammas.  Anyhow, that’s all I have to say for now; the selfie is simply one I took last Thursday and thought my hair looked extra-nice.

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Diary #473

When one is neuroatypical, it’s necessary to come up with strategies – what the young folks call “life hacks” – to adjust for all the various ways in which one’s brain and nervous system are maladapted for life in a world designed by the neurotypical.  For example, I’ve talked about the coping strategies I’ve designed for living with severe vertigo, and my entire career serves as a workaround for my inability to handle bureaucratic systems and my intolerance for any attempt to assert authority over me.  And when one suffers from a seasonal anxiety disorder exacerbated by excessive daylight, but lives in a place where there’s enough light at 8:54 PM to take this selfie in one’s car, it’s helpful if one can figure out a way to dampen neural activity enough to relax and sleep (because adult life does not allow one to simply blow everything off for four months of every year).  Well, I’ve finally found one: I simply start my edibles earlier than I do in other seasons.  Last week I found that starting even an hour or 90 minutes earlier than I normally would makes a huge difference, and on Friday I decided to start a largish dose really early (like 8 PM) and was delighted to have about three hours of good quality tripping before I coasted into that twilight zone between “stoned” and “asleep” a bit after midnight.  You’d think that loss of sober hours would result in a drop in productivity, but nope; I actually managed to get more accomplished last week than I typically would.  I’m guessing it’s because my brain is calmer and quieter after a proper rest, so though the quantity of productive hours is less, the quality is higher.  Which is probably what my friends have been trying to tell me for years, but my life had to be arranged in such a way that I could take advantage of the advice.  Oh well, better late than never.

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