In Seattle, I stopped by Babeland, where I’d worked from 1998 to 2000. At some point, we made a photo book and these were the two I’d chosen. Me looking boyish and a wedding photo. Pretty cute.
I also got a shot of the first apartment building James and I lived in together. FUCC, a pirate radio station I DJed on, was in the basement with us.
I stayed with an amazing person named Phoenix, who provided me with the most decadent guest room experience of the trip. Her home is gorgeous.
The Gender Justice League in Seattle is…well, it’s home territory. I felt so welcome and comfortable there that I let myself get really open and personal. What a lovely way to do a reading and discussion!
We talked about my characters, the storyline, the queer publishing industry. My favorite moment – like swooning with joy – involved two attendees getting into a passionate disagreement over conflicting interpretations of Oly’s relationships to his own cock – the one that grew on T – and his silicone cock – the dildo he uses in the sex scene I’d read aloud. Real discussion about my real book and the real author’s real intent! Yep – geek heaven.
I signed some copies for the people who remained afterward and slept like a rock that night. The next morning, I did what I wish I could do every morning.
Vivace. Holy shit, that’s good.
And then I drove to Moses Lake to see my dad. Hi, Dad!