First Reading

My first reading occurred Tuesday. It was at Barnes and Noble Park Slope. The smelling salts didn't need to see the light of day -  thank goodness - because i didn't pass out!!! And I believe my total stutters only equaled two (or five). It was a little disconcerting at the very beginning when I warned that the word 'pussy' would be used and a woman in the front row immediately got up and put her copy of my orgasm manifesto back on the shelf, but she was probably lead to believe otherwise since we were located in the bible section. The pussy prophecy right next to stories of actually kind of made sense. 

I read a letter that I wrote to my pussy per a sex worker's advice and an interview with my grandparents about their orgasms. It's a sweet little passage. Each time i read it, it makes me think growing old with someone might be nice. Better than nice. actually good. that's all i'm going to say about that for now.

Afterward, I answered some questions and brought up a mediocre review I got in the San Francisco Chronicle (note to self: only bring up glowing reviews when trying to sell a book), but a black fur-coat clad woman in the audience interrupted, saving me from myself. Thank you! 

Barry Komisaruk and Nan Wise, the two scientists who study orgasm in the brain and who tried to help me re-jigger all my orgasm gear during the book, arrived just as the festivities were ending. But I thank them and everyone else so much for coming.