| October 4, 2015 | 5:59 pm
So... much... packing....

So… much… packing….

Hello, world! It’s been a while since I’ve posted on here, and I apologize for my absence! But I want to let you all know that my scarcity of late isn’t me neglecting you. It’s me making big changes.

First of all, the website itself underwent some serious fixing up on the back end, so I wasn’t able to post for a few weeks. And then I got word from my doctors that some mysterious medical issues I’ve been having were clearing up/not acutely harming me, and so I got a mostly-clean bill of health…

Which means I’m well enough to escape New York City at last. And so, my partner Jayel and I are peacing out! continue →

| September 8, 2015 | 5:31 pm
(Photo from The Daily Mail)

(Photo from The Daily Mail)

I was heartbroken to return to work today and learn that legendary feminist firecracker, visionary filmmaker, trailblazing toy maker, and legendary force in sex positivity Candida Royalle has passed away at age 64 from ovarian cancer.

Her passing did not come as a shock, since she has been quietly fighting the disease since 2010 and making an autobiographical documentary about her life and the search for her mother, which also documented her medical battle. Still, it is a huge loss for the sex-positive world. She was a force of nature who comported herself with such intelligence, ferocity, and grace, it’s difficult to imagine that light being gone from our world. She gave us all so much.

I was over the moon to meet her at this year’s Cinekink Club 90 reunion showcase, when I held her phone as she was photographed on the red carpet. She was beautiful, gracious, charming, and kind to everyone who rushed up to her to proclaim their adoration, myself included. I’m not ashamed to admit that I snapped a selfie on her phone in the hopes that she would remember me. I know I’ll always remember her.

A small bio from Club 90 co-founder and lifelong friend, Annie Sprinkle: continue →

| September 3, 2015 | 8:27 pm

My loves.

I apologize for my absence over the past few weeks! I have been remiss in my duties as a blogger, and I hope you haven’t been left wandering the lonely alleyways of the interwebz, scared and cold, without me.

continue →

| August 26, 2015 | 8:47 pm

You know, like it used to be when only white cis-males had any social or financial power BY LAW.

I’ve been totally train-wreck-watching the GOP primary race as Donald Trump runs gleefully roughshod over any expectations of human decency we once pretended to expect out of politicians. I keep thinking that maybe people just haven’t noticed yet that his entire worldview, and political perspective, is a melange of racism, misogyny, greed, fearmongering, and general hatred for people who were not born white and male in the United States of America. Like, maybe the fact that he is a one-stop shop for all things reprehensible–things which we used to at least pretend to find distasteful–just hasn’t been recognized yet. Like. Somehow, maybe people just don’t realize what’s happening. Because, honestly, I can’t respect people if they think he has anything to say that’s worth not telling him to shut the hell up about, much less worth listening to. People can’t be that crazy, can they? That disrespectful? That gross?

But, then, yesterday, I took a look around. continue →

| August 18, 2015 | 4:49 pm
(Image from from-hamptonhostess.blogspot.com)

(Image from from-hamptonhostess.blogspot.com)

Nostalgia is a strange thing, isn’t it? Some of my most vivid memories of childhood are mixed generously with visceral fear, discomfort, and awkward precursors of sexuality that I didn’t understand at the time. One of the strongest ones, for me, are the memories of hot, hazy, sweaty days spent harvesting and putting up sweet corn for the winter with my sister, mother, and grandmother. If my father wasn’t working on any of the two- or three-day long cornfest, he’d help, as well. It was family bonding on a whole other level that crossed from fun to scary to grueling to anxiety-inducing, again and again, for days every August. continue →

| August 13, 2015 | 9:52 pm

…that I do the social media?

Check it out. I have a tumblr.

And an Instagram.

And a Twitter.

And two Facebooks: one is a “fan” page where I just post links to stuff I’ve written, and one is a profile where I engage a bit more.

I update these more often than I write a new blog post, especially now that I’m super busy with freelance editing work. So give me a follow, or a “like,” or a whatever the hell else people do on social media!


| August 11, 2015 | 8:30 pm

Can we please take a moment to appreciate all the people who work on Last Week Tonight with John Oliver? The short PSA at the end of this (spot-on, important, brilliant) segment on sex ed in America should really actually be used as a sexual education tool. At least somebody is willing to do it.

That is all.

| August 4, 2015 | 2:44 pm


Directed by Erika Lust

Starring Amber Nevada, Dido Wend

You guys. You guys.

I don’t actually know most of you, but if you’re reading this blog there’s a good chance that you’re into erotic films. There’s also a good chance that you’re a fan of dark poetry, queer sex, and probably creepy stuff. Because that’s kind of my thing, and I don’t make much of an attempt to hide the truth of my dark little ghoulish heart here on my very own blog. continue →

| July 31, 2015 | 7:35 pm
Photo by  Shane Velazquez

Photo by Shane Velazquez

I’m not going to tell you in my own words why you need to read the interview I did with Arrie Davidson, aka Faux Pas le Fae, about her new show, “No Safe Word,” debuting tomorrow night at Dixon Place. The show is a sort of movement-based performance that is Arrie processing her experiences as a professional kink worker, and… I’ll let her tell you why this interview, and this show, are worth your time:

“For clients, there’s a safe word. There’s something you say if the scene has gone too far, beyond a comfort level you can deal with, and it’s not a word you want a client to say–you don’t want to push them there–but it’s like, “That’s it.” And, you know, the monologue is about how basically, for my family, I am red. When I told them who I was, they basically said, “Well, if you don’t want to play the role prescribed to you, as the son, then you’re not welcome. You can’t play in the family scene anymore. Too much. Red. Go away.” So, basically, I embody the safe word. That’s how I feel.”

That’s just the tip of this incredible iceberg. Please. Please go read the rest of the interview. It’s at Luna Luna. is profound.

That is all.

Oh, except, if you’re in New York and you’re free tomorrow (August 1) at 10:00 p.m… GO SEE NO SAFE WORD.

| July 23, 2015 | 8:32 pm

I am really, really excited to tell you that a new poem of my very own has been published over at the Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review! I’m a big fan of the Review, so I was incredibly honored when they showed interest in my work!

It’s another of my Audrey Munson poems, and it’s somber and sad and, you know, a poem.

And check this out–the Review has this fantastic feature continue →

| July 20, 2015 | 5:54 pm

(That pupil oughtta be more dilated but whatevs. I found it on The Guardian.)

I’ve been doing a lot of research reading on subjects relating to human desire and its expression in online activity… for a big upcoming project (probably, still waiting on some signatures). And a question that I’m not sure has actually been posed to the public at large, or to research subjects, keeps coming up in my mind. Namely, people’s preferences in porn-viewing format and how that relates to their experience of arousal while watching pornography.

So here’s my question. PLEASE ANSWER IT if you can, either in the comments below, on my FB page, via Direct Message on FB or Twitter, or by direct e-mail (misslagsalot @ gmail):

Do you tend to consume porn in full scenes and/or films, or in shorter bits like clips and/or gifs? Do you choose your preferred format because you enjoy seeing a scene unfold and imagining yourself as part of it, or because you are more turned on by the visual cues? Fantasy, or visuals? Or something else entirely?

I’m serious. Please answer this. I promise to keep all info anonymous if I ever write about this. I’m just dying to know about people’s feelings and motivations, and I’m not exactly set up to run a real science-y study here. HELP ME WITH ANECDOTES, PEOPLE! Tell me all yer secretz.


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