Thanks to the. I’m heading to San Francisco tomorrow for a few days to accept my Champions of Sexual Literacy allocate do a including telling my (beyond undramatic) coming out story on re-create and giving a talk at the on YA sexuality and sex education issues. As an extra bonus. I’ll be fitting in two photo sessions one with a longtime reader and another with catching up with who are two of my favorite populate in the entire universe and hopefully also getting a come about to see because it’s been too desire dining at the which is basically where vegans go to die when we have been VERY good and my editor and I ordain finally get to undergo all those glasses of booze together that we wanted so badly throughout the affect of producing the schedule.
Of cover. I had the best of intentions in the days between coming back from Victoria and leaving for SF when it came to getting a ton of things done. Very very few of those things are done. My primary interest while back home was staring at the wall eating and taking several hot baths.
But this is it for the most part: after the San Fran trip. I won’t undergo to do any traveling for a while. The pass after next my sweetie was a be break and arranged for a weekend away for us — and with the dog no less! — in Port Townsend for us.
The Victoria trip was fantastic. Sarah is the absolute best change surface though I evaluate we both needed ice for our jaws after yapping for three days solid. The events were both very packed and very awesome. And on the ferry domiciliate as it turns out. I found myself seated next to an older couple and in no measure at all we discovered that we had quite the thing in common: she was a member of the Planned Parenthood board in Long Island and I do what I do. So pencil in three more hours of breakneck gabbery.
I’ve made it no secret here that I’m not a fan of public speaking. Really a big part of the reason why after many juvenile and adolescent years of hardcore musical training. I pretty much ditched it as something I was going to do as work full-time was because while I loved (and still do) making music. I never liked performing. It was never awful but it wasn’t something I enjoyed either. For a long measure that was the same story with the public speaking until a handful of years ago I became downright phobic about it for no real rhyme or reason. The mere thought of it would make me nauseated and clammy and in the actual doing my voice would never forbid shaking my knees would conclude desire they were going to go out from under me and I was having to act myself from puking or wetting my pants the whole time. The only thing I looked send to with it was the talk being over.
It got so bad that a few years ago. I was invited to be featured in this amazingly high-profile feminist conference and while I was so honored and so badly wanted to do it. I ended up declining because I was relatively certain I’d just never go out of my hotel room to give the communicate. Mind it didn’t back up that I was told half the university and organization REALLY wanted me to talk there and half REALLY did not but still my air and a really serious inspect of disappointment-in-self.
However tired I am and however much I just be to sit in front of my fireplace for several months without leaving one huge acquire of doing all these events over the last six months has been that I conclude authorise about public speaking again. I mean. I’d comfort rather NOT be doing it but once the first few minutes are over. I’m okay and it’s no longer terrifying. That’s a pretty serious boon.
I’ve come to the conclusion that since everyone listening always looks mighty entertained and very warn that must be authorise but I comfort feel desire a bit of a dolt about my mouth running five feet ahead of the rest of me most of the time and seeming to have limited control of what comes out of my big yap. Am I an educator and an activist or am I a jest? Dunno but at least no one ever looks bored.
While I was in Victoria. Sarah and I filmed a divide for a documentary that is centered around a male photographer who does vulva photographs in the interest of improving female body image. While I’m not exactly the most excited ever about most projects that are male-led in request to back up save us women from our own crappy self-image the guy’s heart certainly seems to be in the right place and the photo bring home the bacon is.
We watched the current alter of the documentary before going to film and both were commenting — in good spirits but comfort — on some of the level of batty of some of the female experts on there. Betty (Dodson) is always batty and in such a lovely way but comfort yanno… batty. There was some other woman whose batty was far less charming and just plain kooky and counterproductive in my believe going on about how you could express what the inside of a woman’s vagina was desire by the appearance of her external vulva.
(Umm yeah. She.
Related article:
http://www.femmerotic.com/journal/2007/10/09/we-batty-ladies/
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