Two girls, one Fuckbucket; me and Trish at NYC Smut Slam (photo © Ed Barnas) I started doing the Fuckbucket in early 2015 in Montreal. I think I added it to the first-ever Smut Slam cabaret (itself an experiment, a curated show...
View MoreA Facebook friend messaged me last week with a question. Actually, there were a few questions and a lot of self-questioning that roughly boiled down to “what am I?†Sometime this week I’m going to turn her question over (anonymously) to my FB network to discuss, because...
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I’m here now. I mean, I’m always here, but I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever to get here. Here is not much to look at, from the outside, from a context-less perspective, from a bird’s-eye, strictly geographical view. It’s a small room that I...
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This one ain't so bad, actually. Santa's nose is in a pretty good spot...
View MoreI am getting on that jet plane four days from today, heading over to the UK to try my hand at my particular brand of showbiz on that fair isle, to place my heart finally, firmly in the keeping of the love of my life,...
View MoreI’m a city girl, through and through. As long as I’m not more than 10 minutes away from decent public transportation, drop me in a big city and I thrive. Not surprisingly, this is where my art does best too. Outside of actual Fringe festivals, my...
View MoreBilingual Papi is a savvy phone sex user; he usually comes within 30 seconds of the end of his time package. He always ends up wanting a little more time with me, but he almost always only needs the amount of time that he has...
View MoreEvery so often—like every other week—I read a sex tips column that has clearly been written for a very, very specific audience, and that audience ain’t me, but I don’t know it right away, because they write as if, “Duh, everyone knows this is the way...
View MoreA singer friend of mine pinged me a few weeks ago after having received feedback about one of her songs; in the song she plays around with the word “hooker†to refer to herself after a guy bought her breakfast the morning after. The feedback was...
View MoreAbout two weeks ago I finally told Bilingual Papi that I was leaving. I had been dreading that conversation for months, but it wasn’t as awkward as I feared it would be. He didn’t blow up at me, or pester to give him exact details...
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