Just to keep y’all up with upcoming promotional book events:
Sunday, May 20th, 3:00 - 5:30 PM
Minnesota Book Release Party!
@ The Bryant-Lake Bowl (in the theater)
810 West Lake Street, Uptown Minneapolis
(If we run past 5:30, we’ll just move the shindig to the bar.)
Thursday, May 24th
Amazon Bookstore Cooperative, 7:00 PM
4755 Chicago Avenue South, Minneapolis
And a reminder about tomorrow evening’s soiree here in Seattle:
Tuesday, May 8th: 7:00 - ?
The S.E.X. Book Release Party
Karma Martini Lounge & Bistro, Seattle
2318 2nd. Avenue, Belltown (206) 838-6018
I’ve since been informed by several natives here, for the record, that many Seattleites would die of shame from having public sex question Q&A, so I’m going to wing it, but my planned approach at the time being is just to work the room and let people ask whatever one-on-one.
Amazon.com finally got the “search inside” stuff listed on site, too, which is awesome since folks can finally get a good idea of how very much it’s not just a reprint of the site: I’d say that only about 50 pages tops are rephrasing or reprinting of site material.
You’ll be oh-so shocked to know I’m in the midst of a busy few days here. Just spent all of yesterday with a friend’s teenage daughter in need of some support, have lunch with a reporter from the P-I today, have to go get some supplies for tomorrow night, do a pile of luandry, finish a graphics job for mark, finish a pile of graphics for the Scarleteen upgrade and prepare myself not to be a complete spaz at the event tomorrow night (which I was feeling very chill about until I found out newspaper photographers would be there, alas).
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On a not-really-related note, I was reminded last night that the older I get, the more and more mushy what “sex” is defined as for me gets.
For instance, I can’t figure any other way to define those evenings we head up to bed wanting to have sex, and end up pretty much just rolling around naked, whispering a lot of sweet nothings, stroking various parts (which may or may not be genital), but without any eye on orgasm for either party. Because we leave the scenario with the same glow on, with the same heightened intimacy, with the same feeling of having taken time out to deeply connect. Given, we also leave it with a few more brain cells intact than some of the other varieties, but I don’t think that changes anything.
Related to that, though certainly less erudite and potentially TMI, remember those little “Love is…” cartoons? Couldn’t help but think last night, as we began our snugglesex, and both discovered as Mark rolled around on my back that a few glasses of wine had left me uncharacteristically burpy (I generally can’t burp, no matter how hard I try — been the case my whole life, which was very frustrating in childhood when great status was affixed to being able to belch operatically on a whim). This resulted in rolling burps being pushed out of my system, and my partner effectively burping me for ten minutes by bellysurfing my back.
Love may not be doing that for someone else, but I don’t know what the hell else on earth could have caused both of us to actually find that charming and cute rather than utterly mortifying.