Opening night of nerdfucker in Brighton Fringe, four people in the audience. (For people who aren’t familiar with fringe theatre, don’t worry. I’m fine. Small audiences can be par for the course for a “niche show†at the beginning of a run when you haven’t...
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This is two shows, the Smut Stand, and four months of touring on there. Respect the roadie cart! Time was, when I toured, I rejected most offers of help: to load my car, to load my roadie cart, to pack up my...
View MoreI’ve been on the sex-positive train for a long time, as a writer, performer, and sometimes-educator. People out in the world seemed quite happy and ready to pin that tag on me when describing a Smut Slam, for example, and when I looked over my...
View MoreI’m finally getting to the point where I know other artists in my stop-over cities, and by “know†I mean they’ve been a Smut Slam judge or I appeared in one of their gigs and at the very least we’re friends on Facebook. It’s also...
View MoreI have spent the last eight years peeling my life open for public scrutiny, through my blogging and the plays and the Smut Slam and the Facebooking… you’d think I’d have no boundaries left, if I had any to begin with. You’d think that, but you’d...
View MoreWHEN: 4 hours (1-5pm), April 9, 2017. WHERE: Mauerpark, Berlin. OUTPUT: two full-length pieces, including a deliciously wet sit-and-spin session (with a focus on the ass) and a summer afternoon of semi-public pussy eating with the smells of sausage on the barbecue in the background. I wanted Berlin to go...
View MoreOpen mics notoriously happen anywhere that the host can fit them. I’m not even talking about the alcoves and broom closets of Edinburgh Fringe. I have been on multiple open mic shows—comedy, music, variety, whatever—that just unroll in the front room of a bar, dropping...
View MoreThere are many good things about Starbucks: their coffee is pretty much always the same over-roasted blend everywhere (at least you know what you’re getting?), and you can always get free Internet, which is a boon when you’re out and about in a strange city....
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We couldn't find a nice bracelet for me, so we scrounged a belt from a teen clothing store and cut it to fix my wrist. And we held on so tight. I moved to the UK three months ago today, but UK...
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Five days ago I told a Smut Slam-style story as part of a late-night cabaret. Half the crowd had already drifted off to the dance floor elsewhere in the building; the other half was getting increasingly drunk, so while the comedian and the blues-guitar duo...
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