Saturday, July 26, 2014

P.O.D. The Beautiful Pigeon Fancier, a film written by Gabo

I just found out that Gabriel Garcia Marquez died on April 17, 2014. In recent years, from time to time, I would do an anxious Google search, to see if he had passed, because I knew he was in ill health.
But I was not searching for that today. I was looking for an image of the cover of Memories of My Melancholy Whores. Remembering a connection between that book and the many ecstatic mornings in sex school when i spent meditating and sobbing about the viscera that binds sex and death. This would've been right around April 17, 2014. It was his last book, and it gave me a kind of wild and grounding permission.

 Cien Anos de Soledad game me permission also--when I read it my last year in high school. When I was ugly and alone and hid in the bleachers to read during lunch. When my 12th English teacher (who was into Joseph Campbell and archetypes) was so enamored of me reading that book that he allowed me to write poetry about it in lieu of taking all major exams. One Hundred Years of Solitude solidified everything I knew about intimacy, both familial and sexual, about time and its shape, and the fundamental basis of reality as the marvelous, often horrific, sensual.

And here is this woman, he met in in an airport once, who I only hope is telling a true story--though that never really matters.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Flordacana july 2014

i wonder if these images just translate paradise to people. this light is paradise, and the filthy, but pure, yes pure, pee-warm Gulf.  but it is also remiss, outdated, nascent, impoverished and glutted to demise.

a long beach is a healthy beach, but in my body, no place traversable, the only place traversable for the physically disabled, Petra and Neil, come here and do Salamander!

sometimes i think of starting a beach access program here, but i'm still in hiding, still brooding on what can be done in the nonprofit industrial complex.

there was the water today and the light and the missing everyone, including people i have not or might not meet, yet. sending this orange-pink.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

The 3-war family argument

as pseudo-discussion is much more calming and lovely in sepia filter. or, I suppose it is a newfangled goldenrod filterer. Calling AAA pr not, a clothes hanger, bourbon locked in the car, laundry not done, who should help or if there were ever to be any more help, was all part of it, but faded now except for the curve of mouths and necks. Imagine a background noise like platters of brornze being thrown against one another.

Monday, February 17, 2014

sexological bodywork, finally, the paths converge

A fellow student from my CSB program wrote this up and let us all steal it, so here's what I am doing these days, if you are interested.

Need volunteers for sexological bodywork certification

I’m writing to see if you might be interested in receiving a sexological coaching/bodywork session with me. I am in training at the Institute of Advanced Human Sexuality Studies which will result in a certification (in the state of CA) in sexological bodywork.

Sexological Bodyworkers are educators and guides who tend to the whole human’s experience of their generative, creative energy, which most of us call our ‘sexuality’. Sexological bodyworkers believe sexuality is at the foundation of our authentic empowered human experience; the most radical foundational tool required to build cultures of soulfully reverent and spiritually responsible individuals. The sexological bodywork modality involves, among many other things, bodywork that does not exclude the genitals, sexuality education and self-pleasure coaching and witnessing. (borrowed from

As part of my training, I need to practice coaching and bodywork with a variety of individuals. Sessions can be over email, phone, or internet (not in-person) or in-person. And the in-person sessions can vary a lot also from no touch and all clothes on to me witnessing you in your self-pleasure (no touch) to bodywork sessions with touch (including touching genitalia). Here are some of the types of practices I am working with:

—coaching (can be over the phone, email, or in person.) in orgasmic yoga practice, sex-related topics, shame, etc.
—coaching and witnessing mindful masturbation; being witnessed in your self- pleasure can be a powerful practice for getting in touch with more of you and having a “communal” sexually embodied experience
—coaching and witnessing you with your lover - also as a powerful practice of being witnessed and seen in your sexuality
—sexological bodywork (one-way touch from me to you in a safe environment with open communication): including genital massage and anal massage

Sessions could range in time from 15 minutes to an hour or more. Sessions can be over the phone, email or Skype or in person in my home in St. Petersburg FL  or in your home.

If you are interested in exploring this with me, both to support my training and learning process and to explore your own sexual interests, please let me know. I would love to work with you.

I teach embodied writing classes and soon, will be featuring an erotic poetry and bodywork class. Go to to learn more about me. In the future, I am especially interested in focusing on people with disabilities in terms of sexological bodyworker. I have worked as a disability advocate and social worker in San francisco.


Friday, January 24, 2014

New collaborative poem with Val Witte on Dusie

Thanks so much to Dusie and guest editor Carrie Hunter for publishing the collaborative poem I wrote with Val. Because I like poem-archeology, I will say that this poem was braided together by Val and I during a year in which shared some wretched travails with intern dating, etc. There are some lowly outcomes, not leas tot which is the pome itself,a kind of prayer and a process of bodywork (at least for me).

It is called "Instructions for Folds: Why Iris?"

3. From the bottom is wine, as buried, fruit festive arm warmers for Christmas choir

4. By turning the most unusual orientation what is peculiar typified or defied, repeat || step 7 and pressed || flat the way we see is sharp, shaped like a diamond or a heart with multiple points || beating

5. A finger inserted is opening what hides beneath color, a skin || to crave texture disfigured, what we want a persona projected, pulled to the middle and sewn
like a pocket despite a tendency to partner we operate

in threes 

Read the rest ot this poem and other great pieces at Dusie!

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Suncoast Burlesque Festival at St. Petersburg Nights.

Burlesque as the sexy-funny of the pain-int the-assery of taking the stockings on and off--starts to mean a lot more when you do it with an orthopedic disability. or just say, Fuck it and don't do it, but want to lick the legs of the girls and boys with the best fishnets.

The glorious Blazing Saddles MC.

Mr. Rendez Vous, Ron Day Vu (sp?)

LOVE tattooed down his spine.

The ladies form the Hip Expressions burlesque class try out their number.

Oh, the much coveted pirate swing.

Franki Markstone, to Falco's "Rock Me Amodeus" remix!

Many other wonderfuls.

 Rubber Ducky, you're the one!

Not all hedonism, folks--a fashion auction to benefit a burlesque dancer who was recently hit by a car while riding her bicycle.

I must get this fire eater's name.


Everyone out on the stage and audience dance time.

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