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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Booty Call: The Morning After

Posted by Alison Hallett on Tue, Jul 15, 2008 at 3:00 PM

Someone just emailed asking to know how the smutty reading series Booty Call went on Sunday, so here it is. (This one's for you, "boltonrocks.")

Kevin Sampsell read a story about mainlining semen, from his collection Creamy Bullets. He also unzipped his pants and then told the crowd not to tell him to "XYZ," because he already knew it was down.

Melissa Lion explained about why she likes fucking 28-year-old boys (the way their jeans fit!), then told a story, Back Fence PDX style, about doing just that. A 28-yr-old man in the crowd did a little booty dance.

Zach Plague--himself 28--told a story that was more filthy than sexy, but did feature a very funny line about a man masturbating while looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

Jami Attenberg was wearing a white dress, and I missed most of her reading because I was standing in the world's longest drink line. Sorry.

And Steve Almond closed it out by asking for audience members to call out sex acts, and then he'd read a corresponding scene from his work. I liked the intro to the cunnilingus scene from "How to Love a Republican":


In some obscure but plausible fashion, I viewed the general neglect of the region [the vag--eds.] as a bedrock of conservatism. The female sex was, in political terms, the equivalent of the inner city: a dark and mysterious zone, vilified by the powerful, derided as incapable of self-improvement, entrenched and smelly. Going down on a woman was a dirty business, humiliating, potentially infectious, best delegated to the sensitivos of the Left.

Plan B drew a nice crowd--the patio was full, and the line for drinks was too long. A very drunk friend came up to me after and said, "It was fun, but... I wanted to feel uncomfortable. I wanted to go home and need my husband to fuck me." And I have to agree with that general sentiment: With the exception of Sampsell's story, the whole evening was more wholesome than expected. Or maybe we're all just more depraved? Anyway, there ya go. My recollections of the night are clouded by drink and karaoke-shame, so if anyone else has anything to add, please do.

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