Plugged Lynn Peril's name into Google, since I'd forgotten the location for Mystery Date and looking for it here would mean reading my crap writing and wincing. One of the results was an article she did about (a book on) Bettie Page.
LET ME get it off my chest right away: I am sick of Bettie Page, the dark-haired, straight-banged pinup model who walked away from it all in 1957. What has led to this ennui? In a word, oversaturation. The years following Page's disappearance have seen the rise of a veritable Bettie Page cult.
Which is actually more than I ever knew about the woman. The sorts of stores that feature merchandise bearing her image usually aren't the sorts of places where you want to ask questions. Not needing Comic Book Guy mocking my ignorance, thanks. I'll just hide it instead.
The review was in The San Francisco Bay Guardian, the current issue of which features an article on Deep Dick Collective. Which Ronn Taylor mentioned a few days ago, but he's cooler than I am.
"D/DC occupies this space that isn't exactly comfortable for anybody," [member Tim'm T.] West tells me a week later, during our interview at Sexual Minority Alliance of Alameda County (SMAAC), the Oakland-based gay youth center where he worked until he recently left to pursue teaching high school full time. "We're not comfortable for black gay people; we're not a comfortable act for white gay people, white straight people, black straight people. We draw people who are actually thinking about identity - dealing with their racism and erotophobia. You don't get to be this cool gay white guy and not called out in some regards. But there are audiences that do get committed to the ideas that we're talking about, and they are doing some soul-searching."
I'm all in favor of soul-searching. For other folks, anyway. I ain't got time for that shit.
There's also a piece by Annalee Newitz of Bad Subjects fame. Or perhaps fame and Bad Subjects should not appear in the same sentence. . .
Any road up, think sfbg.com gets added to the sprawling monstrosity that is my bookmarks.
Since otherwise, I'd have to come back here to find the link. And ah hates doing that.
"I'm all in favor of soul-searching. For other folks, anyway. I ain't got time for that shit."
Oh man. I'm gonna keep that one in my arsenal. I need to be like that a hell of a lot more often; might actually make myself a living if I can keep my head out of my altruistic ass.
Am currently selling stuff at half.com because I'd feel guilty if some stupid bidding war broke out on eBay, and someone paid way too much for something.
I am dumb.
If you're thinking you need to quit with the soul-searching. . . you've already done too much of it. It's the folks who already know they're Practically Perfect in Every Way who need to check out a mirror sometime.
Oh I see you are taking a jab at me.
Come down off the cross, Mary Poppins, somebody needs the wood.
Sorry. Three guesses who slept like hell last night, and the first two don't count.
This is the point in the conversation where I would make the noise that sounds like a bitchy cat squealing but I have no idea how that noise would be spelled so you just have to use your imagination.
Take a nap.