Tonight I read a few poems at bluestockings, a super-adorable queer filled independent bookstore/coffee shop on the LES.
The event was called "Speaking of Femme II" by Femme Family and it was bangin' if I do say so myself. Honestly, I always freak out when I have to read and for the first time I wasn't SUPER nervous.
My hand barely shook and I only screwed up a few times.
The title of the post refers to a quote by the emcee encouraging hittin' on someone. I second the notion.
Also, for your enjoyment, a few more instant moments.
Meanwhile, Goodbye New York City. I'm headed to Ida in TN for idapalooza/organic farming/ queer shenanigans.
Maybe I'll see a star or two out of my tent and think of you.