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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 [...continue...]

Just in time for me to go on vacation (thank god), my latest piece for Luna Luna surfaces! I originally called it "A Breakup Letter to New York." [...continue...]

Lynsey G: What about porn that’s made by people who are in a relationship, and want to put that on video? Protestor: But that’s not what defines pornography. [...continue...]

In this context, the consumption of pornography is a shared experience about which we have different feelings and reactions. Porn becomes a text for criticizing or enjoying, just like any other form of media. [...continue...]

FEM is more masculine than FEMME, so that appealed to me. (Sorry I couldn’t resist)....What I bring to burlesque is my passion for the things I love and a desire to share my weird/twisted/crazy/sexy stories with an audience. [...continue...]

View from the Brooklyn side of the Williamsburg Bridge. If you look closely, near the base of Freedom Tower, you can see a gold sculpture of Audrey Munson on top of the municipal building. Look her up.   Sometimes, New York makes me insane with anger, feeling like everything I do is futile, [...continue...]

It’s official! I’ll be interviewing filmmakers at Cinekink NYC 2014, albeit in a limited way. Tomorrow night, Friday, February 28, I’ll be interviewing Dan Hunt, director of Mr. Angel, the feature-length documentary about the amazing life and times of FTM powerhouse performer and [...continue...]

Stormy Leather. Owns you. (Image: Santiago Felipe) Ah, Tuesday. A frigid-ass testicles-as-icicles Tuesday that makes you want to pile on more blankets and rewatch the new Sherlock episodes all day. But I am not doing that! (Oh, sweet jeebus, do I want to do that! So much to unpack! So much [...continue...]

1) Angelina Jolie’s boobs are gone. At least her real boobs are gone. And you know what, awesome. She’s still going to be gorgeous and powerful and do what the fuck she wants, no matter what the hell you may personally think about her. And she’ll do it without cancer. So good for [...continue...]

So last night, it finally happened. The inevitable. I walked out of a screening of Remedy, the quite-graphic film about a young New York woman who goes into professional BDSM work, basically on a dare, and faces a lot of semi-nude challenges, as part of the Cinekink NYC festival… and ran [...continue...]