At The Book Launch

The following is the short “speech” I made after reading an excerpt from my book—the one wherein I hooked up with a polio-victim in the bathhouse.

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(My book has a lot of sex in it, but please, let me make this very clear, we should all play safe.)

I chose that excerpt for a reason.

When Gibo first approached me with the idea of compiling my bathhouse blog entries into a book, I was, to be perfectly honest, not surprised. I actually had thought of that idea before, but immediately dismissed it because it would entail money to publish the book. And anyway, I had already published it—online.

It was the book that I didn’t really realize I had already written.

Coming up with the book was actually very easy. It was all cut-and-paste. The only tedious thing about it was plowing through six years worth of blog entries. And it was then that I discovered something embarrassing, so embarrassing that I will share it with you today.

What I found out was this: that particular “polio porn” I just narrated was a story I had blogged about twice—and I didn’t even realize it until I started compiling my bathhouse entries.

I realize I am not too attached to my words. I wrote them down, I let them loose online. Usually I re-read them once they’re published online—just to make sure, maybe make last-minute corrections. But that’s it. I rarely go back to them once they get pushed out of the screen. That they come back to me now, in book form, for you guys to enjoy, is just a bonus.

Which is why, when friends ask me, “Aren’t you excited? You’re a published author!” I usually respond with a nonchalant, “Yeah.” I had released my “babies” online way, way before. Someone just decided to drag them all back in one place for a grand reunion.

I hope you guys enjoy the “homecoming.” Thank you!