names

I suck at naming things. I can’t think of a name for this blog post. I can’t ever properly name stories I write. I feel like all my poems should just be “Untitled” with a number. It took me months of considering to name my art exhibit last year. I am just terrible at this. [...continue...]

Yeah… THAT kind of personal. At some point during the past year, I started to use a pet name for my junk. And my partner’s junk, too. I don’t mean occasionally, when I’m in a light-hearted mood, or even just in public so nobody knows I’m talking about genitals. I mean [...continue...]

So, I’ll admit that I’m feeling a little narcissistic today, and as I was pondering my awesomeness this morning, I realized that though I write under three pseudonyms, I’ve never made it very clear WHY. I don’t know if any of you particularly care, but indulge me as I [...continue...]

Sitting around the table trying not to be too obviously the black sheep yesterday (by which I mean pretending that the perverted and inappropriate half of my brain wasn’t running on high as I sat across from my grandmother), I started thinking about family and what it means in the larger [...continue...]

A reader wrote to us a few weeks back, asking how women who perform in porn are able to keep their personal lives separate from the porn vixen personas they create for their performance lives. The first thing we thought was, “Wow, this chick must want to get into the business! Let’s call [...continue...]