250 Sexologists, 5 Producers, 2 Dancers, And A Partridge in a Pear Tree
I came back from West Virgina on Tuesday, so the remainder of the week was short. Short, but still busy.
Wednesday: On Wednesday I worked in Feminique for a few hours, but left early to attend Tyler’s office holiday party. This year was interesting. First, we were the only two dancing. And as we are COMPLETELY rocking out on an empty dance floor (in a mini dress, of course), I get to thinking. I was wondering if there is a link between sex-positivity and a willingness to dance alone in front of a bunch of people at a formal business event. Both are social risks, and both involve some comfort with the human body. I also was wondering about a link between being able to make people comfortable about sexuality and dancing- both things I’m proud to say I have knack for. After people watched Tyler and I dance a few songs alone as they sipped their drinks at the dinner tables, I finally just started making eye contact with people and saying “c’mon”, and just like that, they got up to dance with me. Total strangers. And later, when someone asked the notorious “so, what do you do?” question and I told her I’m a sexologist, she said “sit down” and told me all about her family’s sex secrets like the closeted homosexual and the sex offender. This is my life. Correlation between dance and sex-positive- there’s a dissertation topic for someone.
Thursday: My car shit the bed, so I had to rent one to get to North Jersey on Thursday for the National Sex Ed Conference (250 sexologists in a room is my idea of a party!). It was fairly uneventful. I sold some books, attended some workshops, networked with sexologists from around the nation- you know, conference stuff. Afterward, I stayed over a customer’s house who lives up that way. Yes, a customer. This is my life. In what other career do you connect with people you sell things to in such a way you get invited to stay over their house when you’re in the area? I love my job! (books sold here: http://feminiqueboutiqueshop.com/thecrusadeagainstsexapleasuremanifestopre-ordersale.aspx)
Friday: I drove home from New Jersey and trained an employee (still hiring by the way, email resume to jill@thesexologist.org) only to find that the Feminique phone also shit the bed, and had 10 millions missed calls that no one knew about while I’ve been traveling because the ringer was broke and no one heard it. So I spent a few hours going through all these voicemails, including one from Playboy TV. This would be the 5th separate producer to call me unsolicited about a reality show, and like I’ve said every time before…. I really think this one could work! I’ll be posting more details as I know them!
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