The Queering Femininity Conference has been interesting and definitely worth the trip so far, but to tell the truth, I came here mostly to sugar on peeps I love. Been on that from the git go!
The keynote Minnie Bruce Pratt was amazing — southern, silver-haired, dignified, and very powerful. She spoke about her own history, the larger struggle and unity. Minnie Bruce is a hero of Christine’s and she gushed over meeting her hero in ways that I plan to tease her about for years to come.
Annie Sprinkle was a trip, wide-eyed and delightful. She has at long last met her other half, and their mushy Post Porn panel explained how their new art project was going to be aaaallllll about their new marriage, with every year dedicated to a certain color and chakra concentrating on yearly themes like security, courage, communication. (http://www.loveartlab.org/) Having been married almost a decade, I kinda chuckled to myself at their sweet exuberance, remembering a time when Chris and I thought we had invented love. 
Cuz… boy, have I learned that sometimes all you can do is hold fast to your commitment as the inevitable twists and turns create your marriage. As the years have gone by, I learned love is often it’s own living, breathing being; and it my opinion, love is the only thing higher than art. Annie Sprinkle is gotdamn brave, though.
There were TWO bawdy, raucous cabaret shows — one led by our own Jessica Eve (sold out twice with people down the block waiting!) and one at the convention center. Pure joy in a fat Daddy’s heart at the site of sassy fat girls dancing, and a heart holla for Femmes of all kinds celebrating themselves. YEAH!
Anyways… being in concentrated queer space always seems to peak my awareness about racism, classism, sizism, ageism, and all the other assumptions we *all* make that oppress one another. I have had my old-school ears and eyes open for deeper understanding from the queer women I love and queer women I don’t know, those youngtas who seem so free to flaunt gender, and those who are just starting their journey by questioning the words and where they fit in. No doubt, queer geeks and internet surfers who connected with their kin online all seem to have had such a jump in dialogue, and I am soooo grateful for the bubble I live in! LOL Grateful for the incredible, thoughtful, interesting Butches and Femmes in my 3-D life, my far away friends. Wish ya’ll ALL coulda been here. And when I weave through throngs of my own kind, I know I am fucking blessed to have my beautiful and wise wife by my side.
Dunno what is on the agenda later today, but I think I am ’bout conferenced out. Wanna hang with some friends, talk booshit and laugh like a silly hyena. I hope everyone misses their flight! Heheh. Yep, I sure need these rich connections a coupla times a year.
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