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moominmuppetSo, I went to the Good Vibrations Indie Erotic Film Festival, which is traveling the country at the moment. Definitely an evening of good old-fashioned smutty fun; check it out if it's coming to your city!
Bonuses: Free mini-vibe when we came in, as well as a gift-bag raffle. Surprise Burlesque! Yay! (she sat in my lap)
and...
Carol Queen!
I'm a huge fangirl; her book Real Live Nude Girl came along at just the right time for me, when I was about 20 and still figuring out all my bi-poly-kinky-activist stuff. She's a large part of the political structure of my views on sexuality and sexuality-related activism, and she's also the original inspiration for me becoming a patient-instructor; I first read about the concept in one of her essays, and thought "Wow, I'd love to do that!", and then set the idea aside because I was living in the middle of rural Ohio. When I moved to Cleveland and found out about the possibility, I absolutely leapt at the chance, primed by that previous exposure to the concept. She was very sweet to me, even when I was all goofy and quoted one of her lines to her; a line in a hypothetical letter to her mother about "you never understood how important sexuality was to me -- what a journey I was making of it". That particular line struck me so hard that I still remember exactly where I was sitting when I read it (outside a little cafe next door to an indie theater in Columbus on a gorgeous weekday afternoon).
The short films were a fascinatingly mixed bag. Some funny, some sweet, some thoroughly WTF, some hot as hell. Carol made a point of talking about their desire to get a broader diversity of material that was represented here, and afterwards, we did see why; most of the pieces were featuring pretty average-sized white people, and it would've been nice to see some expansion beyond that in various ways. She encouraged everyone to submit entries to this year's competition, which has a June deadline. There's a bit of pondering going on in our house.
Bonuses: Free mini-vibe when we came in, as well as a gift-bag raffle. Surprise Burlesque! Yay! (she sat in my lap)
and...
Carol Queen!
I'm a huge fangirl; her book Real Live Nude Girl came along at just the right time for me, when I was about 20 and still figuring out all my bi-poly-kinky-activist stuff. She's a large part of the political structure of my views on sexuality and sexuality-related activism, and she's also the original inspiration for me becoming a patient-instructor; I first read about the concept in one of her essays, and thought "Wow, I'd love to do that!", and then set the idea aside because I was living in the middle of rural Ohio. When I moved to Cleveland and found out about the possibility, I absolutely leapt at the chance, primed by that previous exposure to the concept. She was very sweet to me, even when I was all goofy and quoted one of her lines to her; a line in a hypothetical letter to her mother about "you never understood how important sexuality was to me -- what a journey I was making of it". That particular line struck me so hard that I still remember exactly where I was sitting when I read it (outside a little cafe next door to an indie theater in Columbus on a gorgeous weekday afternoon).
The short films were a fascinatingly mixed bag. Some funny, some sweet, some thoroughly WTF, some hot as hell. Carol made a point of talking about their desire to get a broader diversity of material that was represented here, and afterwards, we did see why; most of the pieces were featuring pretty average-sized white people, and it would've been nice to see some expansion beyond that in various ways. She encouraged everyone to submit entries to this year's competition, which has a June deadline. There's a bit of pondering going on in our house.
