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When did you stop abandoning your child? and other FAQs from the road
Why is it no one ever asks John Updike where hiskid is while he's on book tour?
So while you’re on tour with your new SEX book, Miss Mother of the Year, who is taking care of your young daughter?
OK, most people don’t ask this question with quite that amount of sarcasm. More often, they just sound dreadfully concerned, as if they were asking about a terminal illness or a scary lump. I’m tempted to reply, “Oh, I dunno about Aretha, have you seen her?”
Here’s why the question “Who’s taking care of your child?” bugs me so much: I bet in the history of author book tours, no man has ever seriously been asked who’s taking care of his kids. “Oh, excuse me, Mr. Updike, Mr. Rushdie, Seqor McCourt — who is at home minding the baby?”
My daughter is home with the rest of her family. Her father is doing the driving, the feeding, the laundry, the tucking-in and the homework. He is a great “mommy” at all those things, whether I’m home or away. I think of all the single dads I know, and wonder how they put up with people imagining that they don’t know how to kiss a skinned knee or whip up a killer macaroni casserole. This is parenting, this is love, it does not require the biological female touch!
My daughter is going to school, jumping rope furiously, reading Harry Potter volumes in one sitting (I call such fans “Pot-heads”), bossing around our four cats — and, yes, missing me. When we talk to each other by phone, the sound of her voice makes me ache, and I think the same is true for her.
She is in the fourth grade, and her class is learning different geographical definitions like “peninsula,” “archipelago” and “isthmus” — please don’t ask me what an isthmus is. They are memorizing spelling and definitions, but also molding these land forms out of saltwater dough. They sculpt and color their continents, and Aretha said that after she painted hers, “I named my island ‘Mommy Come Home.’ “
Oh, twist my heart in two! She asks me to sing certain songs to her, and I say, “Yes, but if you cry I can’t bear it.” We can very easily work ourselves into a Romeo-and-Juliet frenzy of unrequited longing. Thank goodness she will suddenly change the subject, and ask, “So are you making lots of money, Mom? Are we rich yet? Dad says I have to vacuum my room and I can’t take it anymore!”
Yes, darling, I’m trying to sell as many books as possible so that you will never have to lift another finger again, and when I come home in five days, we will lie in bed and eat crackers and examine every treasure that has accumulated in my suitcase and her backpack. Her father will say to me, “Baby, I want to go surfing for the next six hours,” and I will say, “I can dig it! See you later!”
What is the best “sexpert” advice you’ve ever received?
I have learned an erotic treasure from many good lovers and friends, but I have to say the best little pep talk I got recently came in the mail after my last Salon
column where I posed the question of whether my love life on the road was fated to be disappointing:
Dear Ms. Bright,
I just read your article in which you complain about ending up alone in your hotel room most nights of your book-signing tours. After hours of signing, answering questions and smiling politely, you probably want to be alone, but if one of your ardent fans makes your heart flutter, you have no excuse for spending the night with only a battery-powered bed companion.
I can’t speak from experience, but I believe many attractive people suffer from the same insecurities as the rest of us. It’s clear that you, despite your attractiveness and many other wonderful qualities, have your share of self-doubt. Also, most if not all of your readers probably have fantasies, but are intelligent enough to not want to make any assumptions. If you want to get lucky on your book tour, why not be a little more direct? You’d be surprised how many of your readers would willingly follow you to your room, and not just for the pleasure of sharing a chocolate milkshake.
Sincerely,
C. A. W.
You may not speak from experience, but your wisdom speaks volumes to me. I have an open relationship with my partner of 11 years, and he said more or less the same thing to me — “No more whining, Susie! Put up or shut up!” Last night I was awakened by a dream that I was fondling a beautiful redhead on stage at an Al Gore rally — that’s a start! Clearly, my own whistle-stop tour is just beginning to fire up.
Susie Bright is the author of the new book "Full Exposure" and many other books, and the editor of the "Best American Erotica" series. For more columns by Bright, visit her website. More Susie Bright.
Taxing strip clubs for rape
Politicians are holding adult entertainment venues responsible for funding sexual assault services
(Credit: iStockphoto/wragg) It used to be that strip clubs were merely blamed for society’s ills. Now they’re actually being charged for it.
In recent years, measures have been introduced in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Texas, Illinois and, most recently, California to apply special taxes to strip clubs — specifically to fund sexual assault services. Now, even if you aren’t inclined to view erotic entertainment as the source of all evil, this might seem an appropriate aim — who wants to argue against additional support for rape survivors? It would seem even more so when you consider politicians’ and activists’ repeated claims of solid scientific evidence showing a link between strip clubs — specifically those that sell alcohol — and sexual violence.
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Massage therapists rubbed wrong by sex talk
A Jennifer Love Hewitt show and the Travolta allegations have masseuses tired of being confused for sex workers
(Credit: iStockphoto/sybanto) Joe, a licensed massage therapist, knows what it’s like having a famous client who expects something extra. He had an Academy Award-winning actor begin gyrating on his massage table before raising his hips in the air to show off his erection. “He was hoping that I would play with him in some shape or form,” he says.
Needless to say, Joe isn’t surprised by allegations by two masseurs that John Travolta got handsy during massages. (Travolta’s attorney has denied all the allegations, and called them “ridiculous.”) “It happens all the time,” he says, and not just with celebrity clients. He frequently encounters men who try to fondle him, usually while he’s working on their glutes or lower back and their hand happens to be level with his crotch. “They think they’re so original, but they’re all so much the same,” Joe says, his voice rising. “They all use the same tactics, the same body movements, the same gyrations and grinding my table, the [heavy] breathing.”
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Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter. More Tracy Clark-Flory.
A night at the vibrator museum
Early vibrators were hand-cranked, two-person jobs -- and prescribed by doctors. How far we've come since then
(Credit: Antique Vibrator Museum) I can now say that I’ve used a turn-of-the-century vibrator — on my hand, but still.
The silver, hand-cranked contraption is usually kept behind glass at Good Vibrations’ Antique Vibrator Museum in San Francisco — but staff sexologist Carol Queen made a rare exception. “This is very special,” she whispered, unlocking the case and carefully pulling out Dr. Johansen’s Auto Vibrator, a relic from 1904. The “auto” part is not so much: It was a two-person job, with her having to crank the device’s handle to get it thrumming. Pressing my finger tips to its inch-wide circular platform of pleasure, I was pleasantly surprised by its power.
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Maggie Gyllenhaal on sexual liberation
The beloved indie star tells Salon about her "vibrator movie" and why she loves playing transgressive women
Maggie Gyllenhaal (Credit: Reuters/Mark Blinch) When I met Maggie Gyllenhaal about six weeks ago, she was enormously and gloriously pregnant, stretching out on a sofa with her shoes off and feet up in a Manhattan office building. (Since that time, Gyllenhaal and husband Peter Sarsgaard have welcomed their second daughter, Gloria Ray, to the world.) We were there to talk about “Hysteria,” the charming, lightweight feminist farce from director Tanya Wexler that explores a key event in the history of female sexuality: the invention of the vibrator by Mortimer Granville, a Victorian doctor who was seeking to cure the mysterious “female malady” that lends the movie its title.
Continue Reading CloseMother-daughter sexperts
Susie Bright and her daughter, Aretha, make parental talks about sex look easy -- and fun
Most parents loathe talking to their kids about the birds and the bees, let alone pubic hair grooming, faked orgasms and “water sports” — but most parents are not legendary “sexpert” Susie Bright.
Better than talking about these things, she penned an advice column in 2009 with her daughter, Aretha, then 19, for the ladyblog Jezebel. Their answers to questions about everything from porn to Paxil were unflinching but playful, and at times controversial. Now the pair have collected those columns into a new e-book, “Mother/Daughter Sex Advice.” Together, they read as an irreverent version of “Our Bodies, Ourselves” for the Internet age. The mother-daughter team also reflect on what the experience of writing the column was like, and it turns out it wasn’t as weird as many would think: For the most part, it was just a continuation of conversations they had been having throughout Aretha’s life.
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