(btw, I hereby give up on the leather events review blog, as no one else was posting to it)
Last night, I went (with a couple of kinky compatriots) to a reading event at Femina Potense, a tiny space in the city, on the outskirts of the Castro. We arrived a half hour late (see why below); the event had pretty much just started, unsurprisingly. The room was very much standing room only, and hot (cake was quite unobtainable, until afterwards; I didn't try even then).
The first couple pieces were ok. Midori
then came on, and read a very hot (until the very end, for my tastes) futuristic high tech sex/hot vehicle story. Laura Antoniou
read the first chapter of a new Marketplace book (yea!!! I can't wait), and Carole Queen
read a fantastic older piece, on knife play, with joyful celebration of complex sexuality. All fabulous pieces.
Laura talked about now trying to become a full-time writer, and looking for support. :-) My south bay contingent discussed on the way home how we could pretty easily see putting together an excellent event at the Back Room... (more planning to follow).
Unexpectedly, several other south bay friends were at the reading (in addition to a couple we already knew of). So about nine of us went out for dinner afterwards. We went just down the street to a place called Home, which was really quite good (and able to accomodate us all easily). It was a lot of fun. Combined with the excellent readings, and the lack of a ticket on my car, it made for a worthwhile, fun evening.
The big downside: I left San Jose by about 5:15pm, smack dab in rush hour. The traffic was insane; more of what I would've expected for a Friday night. Dense the entire way. We spent just about exactly one HOUR driving around before we found a place to park (we'd actually more or less given up and were heading back to the freeway when we found a risk-acceptable parking space). My companions and I were strongly reminded why most of us avoid going to the city any more.