Gina

Hi there, I'm Gina.

This blog serves many purposes for me -- sharing new writing & works in progress, keeping in touch with old friends, making new friends, and keeping an eye on what's happening on the interwebs. But mostly? It's where I blow off steam from graduate school and talk about which David Bowie song is the queerest. ;)

If you wanna know more about me, check out my website for info about the work that I do in the world.

If you're here because you're a fan of my writing, I recommend checking out How To Have A Body for a peek at my current manuscript in progress.

Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the internet. Enjoy your stay.
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  • File under: Deep Scorpio Feelings

    I’ve been working on a prose poem called “Reasons For & Against Loving Me.” I can’t tell if it’s awesome or drivel.

    Writing about break-ups and your own romantic anxieties in the midst of a Scorpio pink moon kinda means you just go for fucking BROKE, y’all.

    • 2 weeks ago
    • 2 notes
    • #how to have a body
    • #love
    • #sex
    • #relationships
    • #writing
    • #personal life
    2 Comments
  • César & I are having a very serious g-chat discussion...

    • me:   when really all i wanna do is fuck to "diamond dogs" or whatever
    • César:   you just wanna put queens greatest hits on and do it
    • me:   (i have not actually done this yet, but i will some day)
    • no, not queens greatest hits
    • even i have limits
    • César:   ha
    • me:   i love queen but i could not have sex to bohemian rhapsody
    • could you imagine?
    • SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO?
    • BONER KILLER
    • César:   lawlawl
    • you spelled out scamahfmgvjmyfduche
    • me:   you need to know that i am singing "SCARAMOUCHE SCARAMOUCHE CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO?" right now
    • César:   well done
    • expected no less
    • 3 weeks ago
    • 2 notes
    • #césar
    • #music
    • #personal life
    • #sex
    • #funny
    • #chatter
    2 Comments
  • Doing Your Dirty Work: A call for art at CSC - May 15 deadline

    Submit submit submit to this, visual artist friends! Last year’s show was stellar!

    sexandculture
    :

    Doing Your Dirty Work: a sampler of contemporary art about sex
    Open to Artists in the United States

     “Doing Your Dirty Work” is the second annual group exhibition at the Center for Sex and Culture in San Francisco, California. We invite all artists that are at least 18 years old to submit recent artwork that deals with themes of sexuality, sexual identity and gender identity.  Please do not censor yourself. Nothing is too dirty! Nothing is too perverse!

    The Center for Sex and Culture Gallery aims to provide space for artwork of significant merit that addresses sexuality and sexual identity, especially outsider or minority sexual identity. Too often mainstream art spaces self-censor or are afraid of sexual content. Too often the standard of artistic merit in sexuality community spaces is disappointingly low. Erotic art exhibitions are too often heavily hetero, cis, or white centric. CSC Gallery makes bridging these divides and providing a solution to these shortcomings its mission.

    Jurors: Dorian Katz, CSC Curator and Marlene Hoeber, CSC Director of Collections

    Submissions are due at midnight Friday, May 15th, 2013.  The show will be from Friday July 5th through Friday, August 30th.

    To enter your work, send the following to sexandculturegallery@gmail.com:

    • 5 images, jpegs less than 2mb each
    • List of images with size, media and title (in the body of your email)
    • Artist CV (attachment)
    • Statement of up to 300 words about your work. Send one statement only and not one for each of the 5 images (in the body of your email)
    • On the main page of http://www.sexandculture.org/ click on the green donations button on the right side of our main page to pay $15 entry fee through the option Doing Your Dirty Work. (Note that you have paid entry fee in body of your email.)

    ·       The gallery space also serves other uses so floor space is not available. We do not have equipment to present video work, but will accept wall-mounted video work with provided equipment. Wall-mounted sculpture is also acceptable.

    ·       In subject line of email, write “Art Submission – 2013


    Deadline: 05-15-2013
    Center for Sex and Culture
    San Francisco, CA

    Contact: Dorian Katz
    email: sexandculturegallery@gmail.com
    Website: http://centersexculture.org

    Source: sexandculture
    • 3 weeks ago
    • 19 notes
    • #csc
    • #Center for Sex & Culture
    • #the center
    • #Marlene
    • #dorian
    • #marlene hoeber
    • #Dorian Katz
    • #my friends are my heroes
    • #my friends are geniuses
    • #my friends are awesome
    • #erotic
    • #sex
    • #visual art
    • #sexuality
    • #doing your dirty work
    19 Comments
  • “

    Sex is not a goddamn performance.

    Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

    It should not require confidence.

    Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

    Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

    You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

    It’s not about being “good in bed.”

    It’s about being happy.

    One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.

    What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

    Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

    Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

    I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

    I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

    It’s originality.

    It’s passion.

    It’s joy.

    Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

    I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

    “Good in bed,” what.

    You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

    Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

    This isn’t a test.

    ”
    —

    (via datingdisastersofaqueergirl)

    Source: nikolaiolivier
    • 2 months ago
    • 177957 notes
    • #WORD
    • #sex
    • #sex writing
    177957 Comments
  • "A sea slug that is able to detach, re-grow and then re-use its penis has surprised scientists."

    Nature, you are amazing sometimes!

    • 2 months ago
    • 4 notes
    • #sea slugs
    • #sea slug sex anatomy
    • #gender
    • #sex
    • #sexuality
    • #aminals
    • #wow
    4 Comments
  • spaceykate:

krelllabs:

Exile page 1 by ~doctor-morbius
This is a work in progress, but it’s finished enough to show. Pen and ink on bristol board. I might make it color. I might not. I kinda like the black and white. This will run eleven or twelve pages when I’m done with it. It will also be VERY not safe for work.

OMG! FIRST PAGE! OMG! SO BEAUTIFUL! *dies*
I was afraid when I gave Christianne a script that covers 21 years, 4 major characters and 6 sex scenes in 10 pages she would tell me I was nuts (well, I mean I am, but) and ask me to redo it, but her talent turns out to be more than up to the challenge.
I just love all the little details she fits in to imply things about the characters that there was no possible way I was going to be able to talk about in such a short amount of space (in fact, I think panel 2 is the only place in the whole comic in which Ricardo Ríos shows up in full). For instance, the stack of untouched canvases in the corner of her father’s apartment, or the way his clothes are a little too big, like a boy playing dress-up.
Anyway! Please reblog so that everyone can see how beautiful this is because OMG am I proud to have been a part of this project.

This is incredible!!! I am so proud of you, Rachel! <3 <3 <3

    spaceykate:

    krelllabs:

    Exile page 1 by ~doctor-morbius

    This is a work in progress, but it’s finished enough to show. Pen and ink on bristol board. I might make it color. I might not. I kinda like the black and white. This will run eleven or twelve pages when I’m done with it. It will also be VERY not safe for work.

    OMG! FIRST PAGE! OMG! SO BEAUTIFUL! *dies*

    I was afraid when I gave Christianne a script that covers 21 years, 4 major characters and 6 sex scenes in 10 pages she would tell me I was nuts (well, I mean I am, but) and ask me to redo it, but her talent turns out to be more than up to the challenge.

    I just love all the little details she fits in to imply things about the characters that there was no possible way I was going to be able to talk about in such a short amount of space (in fact, I think panel 2 is the only place in the whole comic in which Ricardo Ríos shows up in full). For instance, the stack of untouched canvases in the corner of her father’s apartment, or the way his clothes are a little too big, like a boy playing dress-up.

    Anyway! Please reblog so that everyone can see how beautiful this is because OMG am I proud to have been a part of this project.

    This is incredible!!! I am so proud of you, Rachel! <3 <3 <3

    Source: krelllabs
    • 3 months ago
    • 51 notes
    • #my friends are geniuses
    • #my friends are my heroes
    • #rachel katharine zall
    • #Rachel
    • #Christianne Benedict
    • #The Exile & Happy Landing of Natalie Rios
    • #trans women
    • #trans dykes
    • #queer trans women
    • #erotica
    • #sex
    • #erotic comics
    • #comics
    51 Comments
  • &#8220;What time is it?!&#8221; &#8220;IT&#8217;S VALENTIMES!&#8221;I am a queer pervert and a slutty singleton who really loves Valentimes and I do not particularly care who knows it.
I mean, to state the obvious: Screw heteronormativity and compulsory coupling and misogyny and homophobia and transphobia, and screw culture that does not celebrate single people/poly people/queer people and people in otherwise non-traditional romantical relationships. Duh!
ALL OF THAT SAID: Love in &amp; of itself is never bad, chocolate &amp; flowers are awesome, the origins of the holiday are completely rad, and of course I am going to be all about a holiday that is specifically devoted to celebrating not only love, but erotic &amp; sexual love.
See also, any excuse to wear a lot of pink is good in my book. ;)

    “What time is it?!”
    “IT’S VALENTIMES!”

    I am a queer pervert and a slutty singleton who really loves Valentimes and I do not particularly care who knows it.

    I mean, to state the obvious: Screw heteronormativity and compulsory coupling and misogyny and homophobia and transphobia, and screw culture that does not celebrate single people/poly people/queer people and people in otherwise non-traditional romantical relationships. Duh!

    ALL OF THAT SAID: Love in & of itself is never bad, chocolate & flowers are awesome, the origins of the holiday are completely rad, and of course I am going to be all about a holiday that is specifically devoted to celebrating not only love, but erotic & sexual love.

    See also, any excuse to wear a lot of pink is good in my book. ;)

    • 3 months ago
    • 16 notes
    • #valentimes!
    • #valentimes is srs times
    • #love
    • #sex
    • #valentine's
    • #teen girl squad
    • #strongbad!
    16 Comments
  • “You get pushed off that pedestal and you scream into the sucking void like a girl on fire but you don’t burn up or turn to dust or disappear, you just keep falling. You count to ten, you count to twenty, you count to thirty, you count to forty. You float out in the liminal, endless, too-big space of everything that is possible and you taunt yourself with a million variations on “What if, what if, what if, just, just, just…?” The new reality he’s laid out in front of you is too much for your mind to take in. And you know how scary-fucking-smart you are. You know you are the kid who frightened and pissed off the worst teachers and intimidated the best ones, but your brain can’t save you here. You are very, very smart, but you are not smart enough to think your way out of this. You clutch the rosary your Catholic grandmother gave you for times like these even though you swore you didn’t believe in any of that any more, even though you turned your nose up at it, the rosary you kept in a drawer, the rosary you started carrying with you once you started believing again. You finger the beads begrudgingly and you’re actually not sure if you believe in this moment, but you would do anything, anything, anything to not hurt this much. You pray it only hurts a tiny bit more than this when you finally land. You pray your bones will heal up okay. You count your bones as you fall.”
    — New. Rough. We’ll see where it goes.
    • 3 months ago
    • 4 notes
    • #love
    • #sex
    • #heartbreak
    • #catholicism
    • #queer
    • #writing
    • #pedestals
    • #how to have a body
    4 Comments
  • “

    The summer you left, I went from being an adult with a bedtime and an alarm clock, an adult who ate three square meals a day, to falling asleep well after the sun rose, if I managed to fall asleep at all. I lost ten pounds in 6 weeks because I lost all interest in food unless I was stoned, and when I was stoned I mostly ate the chocolate cake, bourbon, & tiny wedges of exquisitely fancy cheese that friends set out in front of me. I subletted my apartment in San Francisco and I took a plane to Portland and I house-sat for kind strangers and I stayed on generous friends’ couches. It was ostensibly to work on my novel, but really it was because I couldn’t bear to be in the city where we’d fallen in love during the season in which we’d fallen in love when we weren’t together any more. Summer in San Francisco felt like The Greatest Hits Record of our failed relationship, an entire catalogue of This Time Last Year, oh, god, get me out, get me out, get me out!

    I was so broke that summer, but I threw caution to the wind when I could. I couldn’t afford Lush or Sephora, so I went to the Fred Meyer by my Portland house-sit and bought a $6 sample assortment of bubble baths marketed to tween girls, bubble baths that were supposed to smell like vanilla cupcakes and Fudgecicles and raspberry truffles but that just smelled like soap and vague pink sugar. It didn’t so much matter. The packaging was pretty and they bubbled up like bubble bath should, big and frothy and shimmering. I listened to Lou Reed’s entire discography while soaking in the hottest water I could stand and shaping the white clouds of foam into piques and valleys. I placed Craigslist ads I had no real intention of following through on, just to try to remember, dimly, abstractly, what it felt like to have someone actually want to fuck me. I read Tales of the City and I cried. I watched Golden Girls and I cried. I masturbated and I cried. I read over emails you’d sent me, g-chat conversations we’d had when you were swoony about me, and I cried. I could hardly believe my body was capable of producing that much salt.

    ”
    — New. Rough. And just an excerpt. But at least the dam on my writer’s block burst.
    • 3 months ago
    • 20 notes
    • #writing
    • #sex
    • #love
    • #heartbreak
    • #portland
    • #san francisco
    • #bubble bath
    • #golden girls
    • #lou reed
    • #tales of the city
    • #a.
    • #how to have a body
    20 Comments
  • “I know in my heart of hearts that creative and erotic drive are inextricably and undeniably linked. I can’t write if I can’t come. I can’t feel the pique of a story or a poem if I can’t feel the pique of my own orgasm. I don’t wanna write when I don’t wanna fuck. And I don’t wanna fuck when I don’t wanna write.”
    —

    From something very rough & very new.

    This is the least raw part, which probably tells you something.

    • 3 months ago
    • 2 notes
    • #FEEEEEEEEELINGS
    • #how to have a body
    • #creative drive
    • #erotic drive
    • #queer
    • #sex
    • #writing
    • #poetry?
    • #experimental fiction
    • #what i know
    • #the body
    • #the word
    2 Comments
  • How To Have A Body

    Dirty Thirty. Wow.

    I am happy and relieved to finally say good-bye to my twenties. But it’s not “good riddance.” It’s more “fond farewell.”

    I have learned SO MUCH over this past decade. Also, let’s be real: I have accomplished a really impressive amount of cool stuff over this past decade, both personally and professionally. I’m not even gonna play at being falsely humble or modest here: I’m totally awesome and I kicked a lot of ass in my twenties. I was brave and forthright and honest and bright. Sometimes I made really stupid decisions, bad mistakes. Sometimes I was way too hard on myself.  

    But sometimes I was really good to myself. Sometimes, I was bloody spectacular.

    So many moments over this past decade were formative. Everything from leaving a horrible abusive relationship at 21 to starting Girl Talk at 25. Graduating college at 22, getting one of two Master’s Degrees at 29 (and being very well on my way to getting my second in May). Starting not one but two manuscripts. The shitty meaningless boring jobs and the work that I loved, the work that fed me. Getting published a lot, teaching a lot, performing a lot. Touring and doing college gigs. Meeting so many sweet people. Making friends who have become beloved family. Building towards actually making a living as a working artist. Bad awkward funny-story sex that still taught me a lot about my body and my boundaries. And the best sex of my entire life, the kind of fucking that left me humming and panting and alive with the utter possibility of the world. Falling in love a few times and becoming a better person for it. Learning so much every time my heart broke open.

    But what it all boils down to is this: The biggest thing I learned in my twenties is How To Have A Body. That is the lesson that made all the other joys and discoveries possible. At 20, I was glassy-eyed and constantly underslept, anoretic and running on fumes. To say I was completely fucking dissociated is an understatement. My consciousness floated about 6 inches above my head at all times. Over the past decade, I have gone, slowly and painstakingly but surely, from floating above my head to actually being in my body all the time. To actually listening to my body.

    Sometimes I want to send a picture of myself now to my 20 year-old self. She was so small and scared, so trapped and cornered, so hollow. I want to feed her everything she wasn’t letting herself take in — food and rest, safety and love. I want to give her a soft place to land, to remind her of what she deserves.  I want to say “Bella, abundanza. Look. Look. Look who you’re going to be and what you’re going to do. You’ll leave all of this behind and you will be so much better and happier for it. You are so brave.”

    I’m looking forward to growing into my bravery and bad-assery in my 30s. And I wonder what 40 year old me will want to say to 30 year old me. What that picture will look like.

    I bet it’ll be really good, whatever it is.

    • 3 months ago
    • 8 notes
    • #birthday
    • #30
    • #dirty thirty
    • #how to have a body
    • #abundanza
    • #letters to myself
    • #personal life
    • #survivors
    • #dissociation
    • #embodiment
    • #eating disorders
    • #abuse
    • #bravery
    • #love
    • #sex
    • #work
    • #writing
    • #the word
    • #de vries is italian for hot
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  • "Awash in Bodies" opens at the Center for Sex & Culture Friday night! :)

    My dear friend Jos Truitt is so talented it almost hurts. I am unbelievably proud of her for putting on this show. Come out to the Center for Sex & Culture on Friday night to see her take on The Little Mermaid as a trans fairytale. I’ve had the extreme pleasure of getting up close & personal with this work already (and even seeing some of it in progress! Being friends with a printmaker is COOL, y’all!). It is gorgeous, eerie, brave, intense, sexy, funny, and very, very smart. Not unlike the artist. ;)

    • 5 months ago
    • 1 notes
    • #Jos Truitt
    • #Dorian Katz
    • #Marlene Hoeber
    • #Jos
    • #Dorian
    • #Marlene
    • #trans
    • #The Little Mermaid
    • #Mermaids
    • #fairytales
    • #Colette Standish
    • #prints
    • #printmaking
    • #watercolors
    • #sex
    • #erotic art
    • #my friends are my heroes
    • #my friends are geniuses
    • #my friends are awesome
    1 Comments
  • you could call this a tiny manifesto, i suppose

    I’m in awe of Dorian Katz’s phenomenal curatorial abilities. Doing Your Dirty Work was a fucking amazing show, and I’m privileged & honored that I got to go take a peek at it today before it got taken down. Today, I’m also very much wishing that art about sex & sexuality was NOT ghettoized or treated as “less serious” or less important in the way that it often is. I say this not as a visual artist, but as a writer who mostly deals in the dirty, tender stuff, and who has had my own work called into question again & again because of the sexual content.

    Art & writing about sex is RELEVANT! It is SERIOUS (except when it is funny or silly)! It is LEGITIMATE! It is IMPORTANT! It touches the very core of who we are & what we desire as humans! Apparently I have strong feelings about this!

    • 8 months ago
    • 4 notes
    • #Dorian Katz
    • #a tiny manifesto
    • #sex
    • #sex writing
    • #sexual art
    • #porn
    • #erotica
    • #Doing Your Dirty Work
    • #Center for Sex &amp; Culture
    4 Comments
  • “If it weren’t for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.”
    — Alison Bechdel, from Are You My Mother?

    Oh oh oh oh OHHH. This line just shot me right in the fucking heart.
    • 1 year ago
    • 59 notes
    • #Alison Bechdel
    • #Are You My Mother?
    • #shot in the heart
    • #oh!
    • #duh captain obvious
    • #HAVE ALL THE FEELS
    • #feeeeeeeelings
    • #the body
    • #desire
    • #sex
    • #queerness
    • #perversion
    59 Comments
  • redangusart:

Okay so yeah this is pretty much my sexuality right here  Run while you still can (bonus points if you can read the first line of the story there on the next page)

    redangusart:

    Okay so yeah this is pretty much my sexuality right here
    Run while you still can
    (bonus points if you can read the first line of the story there on the next page)

    Source: redangusart
    • 1 year ago
    • 5 notes
    • #a.
    • #angus
    • #so good!
    • #robots
    • #sex
    5 Comments
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