All I’ve got for you today are some book-related quickies, in passing.
When Mark goes out of town for work, I never can get to sleep until dawn. Being so used to living in apartment buildings, houses feel unsafe to me, especially when I’m the only one in them. In apartments or rowhouses, you’ve got people on every side of you, who you know full well can hear even feet in your place, because they’re probably complained about it at least once. I’m a loud yeller, so if anything ever happened here, I’d probably get heard, but at the same time, this is Seattle, and the passivity of people here hardly inspires confidence.
I’m not afraid of the dark, but for whatever reason, when I’m here on my own I feel far more secure sleeping once the night sky starts flirting with dawn. However, since I’m also someone who naturally wakes when the light completely comes up, this means I get little to no sleep, and thus, am without proper brain function today.
Chicagoans: Still firming up some other dates and times, but on Tuesday, July 31st, at Early to Bed at 7:30 PM (North side: 5232 N. Sheridan Rd., right off Lake Shore Drive at Foster), I’ll be having an informal evening salon all about talking to kids and teens about sex and sexuality. Wine and munchies will be there, as well as the fantastic environ of a very fabulous women’s sex shop. (Thai, Sean and Erica: I’d better see you both there. Or else!) I’d also be up for an evening meet-and-greet somewhere that week if anyone wants to dish about it.
Two new press pieces on the book this week, one at Wiretap (Alternet’s Teen channel — it was also reprinted at The Nation and Alternet — whoohoo!), by the always-wonderful Rachel, and another at the Minnesota Women’s Press, by — which just rocked — a very cool high school intern.
I’m finishing an interview for the Center for New Words today, finally. It’s taken me an age because the questions they asked were so insightful and so huge, it’s earnestly broken my brain. But I was pleased as punch to be asked — it seriously made my month. For the most part, one of the toughest things I’ve dealt with in my writing and arts career is getting the perpetual cold shoulder from most feminist press: it’s taken a long time, for whatever reason, for a lot of feminist orgs to find the feminism in what I do, which has always flummoxed me utterly, since it’s not like you’ve got to dig for it. But, that’s looking up, which makes me very happy.
No joy yet on the financial front per all my work, I’m sorry to say. But I’m still over here trying to do everything I can to get that to turn around. Well, not yesterday. Yesterday the weather was so wonderful that I hooped in the back yard, played with the dog, viciously attacked the weeds that keep trying to take over my garden, made myself a fresh, simple dinner and whacked off before staying up all freaking night.
(I actually think I inadvertently did the equivalent of pissing on another dog’s territory in my masturbatory endeavors. Because I was feeling so ooky about being alone, I felt better masturbating in Mark’s office — which is HIS usual spot for that — than in the bedroom, which is my usual spot, and only occasionally his. I swear, I wasn’t trying to mark territory, but in hindsight I’m feeling a bit like a bad little puppy.)
July 16th, 2007 at 2:34 pm
I’m proud of you, Strong-grrrll…went to your depression thread and found it was outdated. Good on ya, Lass! Excellent.
July 16th, 2007 at 3:58 pm
Heather, I may have missed this, but have you hooked up with the Babeland in Seattle for book stuff? It seems obvious, but I can’t find you mentioning it anywhere. Just a thought!