Almost Famous

Whenever the news hits the innernets that I’m coming to New York, the requests for an audience commence.

I’m not being conceited; it kind of boggles my mind that I have a full dance card and invitations that i have to turn down in order to remain semi-sane and spend enough time with my boyfriend. It’s totally bizarre and I like it, for the most part. Because, for the most part, my NYC friends are cool about giving me space when I’m in town.

I was all over the damn place last weekend, from Jefferson’s apartment to Viviane’s, concerts in Central Park and barbecue in Madison Square Park, double-team flogging by Lolita and the blond, followed by a little knife play, holy ass. We walked through the Puerto Rican Day Parade and stopped by a Shortbus-esque sex (?) party in Brooklyn, running into people wherever we went.

I enjoyed a hardcore show in the East Village, kissing my favorite queer butch top in an elevator, shopping for floggers and lunching in Chelsea, shopping for pretty shoes and discovering the Organic section of Jefferson’s supermarket which is much, much nicer and mellower than the big, scary section for the masses. I would happily pay 50 cents more for a bell pepper up there if it means I get to keep my sanity. Seriously.

The weekend culminated in Monday evening’s Naked on the Internet book panel at the Museum of Sex, where I joined Ellen Friedrichs, Lux Nightmare and Marie Lyn Bernard in a discussion about women and the Internet, moderated by the fierce and very lovely Audacia Ray. Photos were snapped. Feels were copped. I didn’t wear underwear, and the whole lot of us went to Shilla in Koreatown for a late dinner.

My new shoes were complimented upon by a group of women walking past. That was worth the price of the footwear. Seriously, when a woman walks by, points and says, “Those shoes are fanTAStic!”, one’s buyer’s remorse suddenly vanishes.

So much to do, and not enough time, plus my nerves were a bit frayed in preparation for the panel, which was the first time I’ve appeared in public as Madeline. I didn’t wear a disguise, brilliant or otherwise, and it was actually kind of awesome. The other women were amazing and funny and smart and there were many familiar faces in the sold out audience. I could have/should have talked more about myself as a woman who blogs about sex, and what that’s like, but I’m not that adept at the personal promotion. Working on that.

Also, marcus and his boyfriend Seamus came up and stayed with us and it was a little weird. With marcus. Not with Seamus, who is so cool and beautiful I would like to lick his teeth and put him in my pocket. I think marcus and I’ve got the weirdness sorted through, though, so that’s good.

I brought a gift of makeup to Lillie, we painted our nails and made ourselves up like Terri Nunn on the cover of Berlin’s Pleasure Victim. Also, Miss Mary Mack is the best clapping game ever.

Also, Audacia and I exchanged gifts: I gave her a wide black headband with white Jolly Rogers on it and she gave me a big purple dildo.

All in all, a banner visit.

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Almost Famous

  1. Glad you had a blast, babe. Waiting to hear more details…

    Kisses,
    Juno x

  2. A wonderful visit and I’m happy at all the things you got to do and friends, new and old that you saw.

    kiss.

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