September You. Keep. On. Giving! Tonight under the full moon, I opened a belated birthday present. Wrapped in repurposed chain saw box. Hand crafted at queer arts camp in rural Wisconsin. I’ll say more next month after I get to know this risky creative call to pleasure and trashE love.
In the meantime, here are gifts of spooky, full, fabulous literary magic and a queer invitation to supercharge your sex toys with moon energy.
The Book of Form and Emptiness
What the Constitution Means to Me (play and book)