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Diary #252

Endza with Monk's treeThough I’m continuing to get busier in some ways, I’m also finally done with most of the crap related to relocation and re-adjustment.  Everything, that is, except getting my Washington state driver’s license…about which the less said, the better (they do NOT want this to be easy).  But even that is mostly done, though I have to bring in some more documents today; the good news is that a helpful DMV supervisor (yes, I just typed that phrase) seems to have tracked down the computer error which caused all the trouble with my passport and other government records, and within a couple of weeks that should be all resolved, too.  That doesn’t mean I’ll be traveling much overseas, because my terrible motion-sickness can’t be corrected by bureaucratic paperwork; it will, however, re-open Canada and Mexico to me for the first time since the police state started demanding passports to return to the US from there.

But last week wasn’t all paperwork; on Friday night I attended the Seattle Erotic Art Festival accompanied by the lovely Endza, who was a volunteer docent at the festival and was able to tell me something about nearly every piece there (including one that she introduced with, “and of course you recognize these models because you live with one of them.”)  The next night Jae and I attended our friend Abby May’s burlesque performance, and the rest of my funtime activities for the week are not anything which could be described in non-pornographic language, except for the ones involving chocolate.  Today I’m getting my hair done professionally for the first time in years, and tomorrow…oh, let’s just leave something for next week’s diary!

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Back Issue: April 2012

They want so badly for there to be a vast international conspiracy of slavers shuttling helpless, wide-eyed ingénues around the world to feed the demand of millions of perverts who just can’t get enough sex with terrified, crying thirteen-year-old girls, that they’re willing to invest huge sums of money and effort and even stake their public reputations on their filthy, lurid fantasies.  –  “Finding What Isn’t There

BUtterfield 8By April, we were nearing the end of a feature that had shaped the blog since the previous July, namely “One Year Ago Today”.  A fair number of posts were direct sequels to those of the year before; “Oscillation“, “They Still Don’t Get It“, “Guided Tour“, “Hard Numbers” and “Stand-Up Guys” all fall into that category.  Others fall into established categories; “What Gets Into a Man…?” was this month’s fictional interlude, and there were four holiday posts: “Easter 2012“, “Walpurgisnacht“,  “Vinalia Urbana” and “Veneralia“.  Two of these were semi-“listicles”; “Walpurgisnact” contained my list of the scariest short stories, and “Vinalia Urbana” a list of aspects of the goddess Venus.  The latter two holidays were Roman ones, and the last contains a link to actual pictures of my pussy.  But while April saw the Pony the orangutan whoreapproach of the end of one tradition, it also marked a couple of beginnings.  Though I had done a few “My Favorite…” columns before, this month’s “My Favorite Books” and “My Favorite Authors” were the first of a monthly series that ran for over a year.  And “Much Ado About Nothing“, my comment on the Cartagena Secret Service prostitution scandal, was the first column which attracted the attention of the national media.

Black AdamThis month had a number of columns which examined the public perception of sex workers; “Held Together With Lies” looked at the bogus statistics used to support “sex trafficking” mythology, “Finding What Isn’t There” ridiculed those who refuse to accept evidence that such beliefs are false, “Ad Scortum” discussed fallacious dismissals of sex workers’ statements, and “Little Boxes” castigated false and artificial distinctions between sex workers.  Related to those are “Never Too Many“, a Friday the 13th column asking readers to speak up for sex workers; “The Notorious Badge“, which listed actresses who have played whores in movies;  “Ruined Maids“, which presented poems about whores; and “An Example to the West“, which explained why Asian and African sex workers are my heroes.

Rounding out the list are “The Rape Question“, which looks at how the crime was politicized; “Feet of Clay“, a look at some of Nick Kristof’s previous debacles; “A Knight There Was“, a reminiscence about my favorite cousin; “Two-Way Street“, an analysis of male-female differences; and “A Necessary Evil“, an explanation of why that government is best that governs least.courtesan and creature

 

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0421150119iIf you had told me a little over a year ago that I’d be thumb-typing a column on a smartphone mere hours before posting time, while waiting for a ferry on an island off the coast from Seattle, I would have laughed at you.  Yet that is exactly what I’m doing right now.  Life is queer with its twists and turns, isn’t it?  Here I am back at work again, making all sorts of personal, business and activist connections, running incredibly late on my deadlines and even using a damned smartphone…and being OK with all of that. It’s been a hell of a year, and I have all my loyal readers to thank for it.

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Diary #250

Maggie 4-12-15I had hoped for this week to be a bit quieter, and I guess it was (though there was still a bit of upheaval).  However, I confirmed my new office space with the landlord last Wednesday, and I’ll be moving in on the 1st; having that designated quiet space will, I think, make it much easier to catch up on my work and stay caught up (that’s the plan, anyway).  Friday was the busiest day of the week for stuff y’all want to hear about, though: I gave two interviews, one to a reporter from Spokane and the other to a student from Portland, and then in the evening I went over to Mistress Matisse’s and we hung out, ate pizza and drank some kind of nameless pink cocktail that contained an awful lot of rum.  I’ve never been much of a drinker, but Matisse is just so charming and reassuring that I feel comfortable imbibing in her presence without feeling as though I’m going to say or do something idiotic as a result.  Anyway, we talked about doing a podcast together in the near future (I’ll announce it here and in my Twitter feed) and she gave me a couple of lovely dresses, one of which you can see here.  And if you’re going to be in Seattle anytime soon and would like to see me in it (or in one of my other lovely things), just drop me a line and I’ll be happy to meet you to accept a donation toward my work in person!  As of last week I can even accept credit cards via Square, so if you want to help out but don’t like PayPal, now there’s an alternative method.

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Eating Up Time

eating up timeRegular readers know that I’ve been extremely pressed for time since moving to Seattle; practical concerns, a much-more-active social life, increasing professional demands and the adjustments that always come with a move have combined to eat away a lot of the time I used to use in writing.  People used to ask me how I managed to get a column out every single day, and my answer was that I spent most of my time on it; now that I don’t do that any more it’s grown a lot harder to keep up.  I used to be about a month ahead on everything but the news columns; now I’m days ahead at best, usually only hours (many nights lately I’ve finished up less than an hour before post time).  I’m sure some of you have noticed slip-ups and not-quite-on-times, and other signs that doing a daily column isn’t as effortless for me as it used to be.  But I’ve made two more changes that should make things go more smoothly again, one visible to y’all and the other invisible.  The latter is simply that I’m getting, for the first time since starting the blog, a designated office space in which to work; this will, I hope, let me concentrate on writing (rather than my girlfriend) when it’s time to work, thus getting more done.  The visible change is a sad one, but necessary:  I’ve had to resign from doing my Sunday column for Cliterati.  It’s just not possible for me to write another full essay every week, even though that later provides an essay for this blog as well.  On the bright side, that opens up a Friday slot for other things (Monday was getting a bit cramped), but I still can’t help feeling a little sense of loss about it.  Ah, well, time marches on and nothing lasts forever; the blog has changed in the past and will continue to change, I hope for the better.

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Look Again

Don’t feel bad if you got caught by my April Fools’ Day post yesterday; they nearly always catch most of my readers.  I guess it’s because I’m so serious the rest of the time, but even so I always try to leave some hints in plain sight even if the content isn’t a giveaway.  Yesterday’s started right from the title; my “In the News” columns are all numbered in the 500s this year, so “401” was clearly out of place, and was a reminder of the date (4/01).  The low number of items should have struck y’all as odd, and the fact that the links all went to blogs rather than news sites might have given you a hint if you’re the sort of reader who clicks on those.  Unfortunately, as more than one reader pointed out, the ludicrosity of the stories was not really a giveaway because real “sex trafficking” stories degenerated into absurdity a long time ago.  I’d like to thank Korhomme (“Finding What Isn’t There”), Mike Siegel (“The Widening Gyre”), Marijke Vonk (“Checklist”), Kaytlin Bailey (“Scapegoats”), and Brooke Magnanti (the “Page 3″ parodies) for helping me with this prank, and now all I have to do is figure out how to top it next year. Aurora

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Diary #247

Occidental Street 3-20-15Confused to see a diary column on a Monday?  That was a sort of last-minute change designed to accommodate the fact that I’m really behind schedule and didn’t have anything else for the slot.  It’s partly due to the fact that I haven’t finished dealing with all the crap that comes along with divorce and relocation, and partly due to doing more on-the-ground activism; for example, last Friday I testified against a new “trafficking” law in the Washington state senate.  But more than both of those is the fact that I lack the ability to focus on my work when my new life in Seattle offers so many distractions compared to my previous life in the country.  We’ve decided the way to fix that is for me to get a small office space where I can go to work for a few hours every day, so that I can focus on my writing and actually get it done!

Later on the day that I testified, I was interviewed by a student writing for Humanosphere; she took the photo of me you see here on Occidental Street in Seattle’s Pioneer Square.  And Thursday saw this article (which quotes me extensively) published in the Daily Beast; it’s amazingly refreshing to see a mainstream site recognizing the hysteria for what it is, and I think it’s an excellent sign of the impending collapse of the hysteria.  And assuming I can get my writing regime back on track, I’ll be right there giving y’all a play-by-play on that collapse as it unfolds.

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