blog essay about being a parent who writes smut, using this Salon article as a springboard. Then I lost it all when my text editor’s spellcheck hung up. Damn. Suffice it to say, the author’s experiences are a key reason I write under a pen name. I want my kids to have a respectable distance from what I write. I want their childhoods characterized by what they create for themselves and not impacted by my creative endeavors. So far, it’s worked out well.
Losing the entry’s left me too frustrated to rewrite it, so let me move on to other headlines.
Even before the Inside Deep Throat panel I mentioned a week or so ago, I had wondered now and again where the anti-porn feminists had gone. Oh, I know they haven’t completely vanished, but their voices have been replaced by those of the Concerned Women of America and other, similar conservative voices. Well, it looks like McKinnon can still bristle with the best of them. Bet she’ll enjoy the cautionary tale of the finally debuting The Other Hollywood. Bet she wouldn’t like editor Judith Regan’s continuing focus on the porn industry, which represents a savvy cultivation of porn celebrity in my eyes.
If you heard NPR’s interview with Dear Frankie‘s Emily Mortimer and your ears perked up when she mentioned being naked and covered in pudding, well, that movie was Young Adam, a rather bleak tale of the consequences of careless affairs and fucking. The naked pudding scene? It was hot, especially since it culminated in sodomy. BUT because it occurred in the midst of an angry, escalating fight that spelled the end of the characters’ relationship and because it clearly crossed over into abuse, its context leaves you feeling mighty uncomfortable.
Last, I plan to check out Tim Miller’s newest performance this week. Hope my tummy ache subsides.
