Okay, I know nobody’s really gonna see this, but I’ll post it anyway. I just found out that the place in Boston where I’m speaking tonight has been changed because there was a power outage. (There’s a big storm going on.) It’s now at Alumni Hall, which is also part of Simmons College. The address is 321 Brookline.
Whatever.
Today I traveled on the Acela from Philadelphia to Boston. As I was hanging out in the vast central waiting room of 30th St. Station before the train left, I saw this tiny mouse running across the marble floor.
Then when I got to my hotel room in Boston, I realized it was the same hotel from which a woman flashed the Dyke March last year. For real. We were marching along up Boylston, and in the window of a hotel across from the Public Garden two women in bathrobes were watching us go by. They were smiling and waving, and then one of them totally yanked open her bathrobe. For just a second, before collapsing out of view. It was pretty funny. Anyhow, here I am re-enacting the scene. But don’t worry, I’m fully clothed under there.
Now I’m getting ready to go do an event for the Center for New Words. It’ll be at Simmons College, the Linda K. Paretsky Conference Center, 300 The Fenway. Just in case anyone in Boston is reading this between now (5:06pm) and 7, when it starts. Or come to Toast Lounge at 708 Union Square in Somerville, where I’ll be later, after 9 tonight.
Thursday I took the train from the nondescript underground remnants of Penn Station, where they were holding some kind of surreal “security expo” with bomb-sniffing dogs, to the glorious 30th St. Station in Philadelphia. See illustration.
I then proceeded to a handsome suburb called Mount Airy, which appeared to be populated solely by lesbian couples with children. At any rate, I never saw so many in one place before in my life. I signed books at The Big Blue Marble, a new independent bookstore in the neighborhood. Here’s Sheila, the owner.
And here’s Nava, a charming queerspawn poet who works there.
After hanging out and signing books there for a while, it was on to the august Giovanni’s Room, back in the city. I was expecting this to be another “meet and greet,” where I sit and sign peoples’ books and talk one-on-one to them. But there was a bit of a mix-up, and I walked into a room where thirty or forty people sat expectantly in rows facing one lone chair, as if for a reading. And of course you can’t just do a reading from a graphic novel. And I hadn’t prepared anything to say to a group. It was a rather nightmarish moment for an introvert, but somehow I rallied and we managed to have an interesting, intimate Q & A session.
THEN I scarfed down some food in the car while being driven to another august institution, the Philadelphia Free Library.
I was part of their reading series. They had a really nice auditorium that even had a dressing room backstage, lined with portraits of authors. Here I am in it, pretty well fried by now.
Fortunately the lovely librarian who was going to introduce me gave me some kind of zen slap to the back of the neck that she promised would give me twenty minutes of energy. I think it worked. As I looked back to scan the crowd before going onstage, I saw my Aunt Jane come in–that’s her in the green sweater in the rear right. She’s my dad’s sister.
I’ve never done a reading from the book with any family members present, and it was pretty intense. It felt much more emotional. Of course I’m worried some of my family will be hurt or angry about the book. But afterward, Aunt Jane gave me a big hug and said she was proud of me. It was really wonderful. Here we are together. I was named after Aunt Jane–Jane is my middle name. Also, she bought me a baseball bat and my first pair of boys’ sneakers when I was little. She’s utterly awesome.
And then there was still this big long line of people waiting patiently for me to sign their books while I was yacking to Aunt Jane and my dad’s cousin and her husband and daughter.
Anyhow. It was quite a day. I’m ready for the sensory deprivation tank.
What do these places have in common? Click on the little map feature in the sidebar and discover for yourself.
Wow.
Oh, someone asked in a previous post what time zone the comments are set to, and it looks to me like GMT.
It’s a good thing I’ve been blogging this tour because otherwise I’m not sure I’d remember it. Today I had a podcast, two signings, and a long, intense newspaper interview with a woman who did her doctoral dissertation on autobiographical comics. One signing was just a quick drop-by at the Oscar Wilde Memorial Book Shop, the pole star by which I orient myself in New York City. Where they had this cool countertop display for my book which I hadn’t seen before. It’s a little die-cut house. Then I hung out at Bluestockings, a radical bookstore on the lower east side that sells books on everything from feminism and gender stuff to black liberation and democracy studies. I hung out in front of the “alternative menstrual products” and talked to people and signed books.
God, I’m starting to get pretty fried. It’s Wednesday night and I’m just getting around to blogging Tuesday night. So here I am speaking at The Center in NYC to a very attentive bunch of people. It felt to me like there was a particular resonance to the evening, perhaps because this is the city where I first started cartooning nine thousand years ago.
After the event, I went out with a bunch of cartoonists for dinner.
That’s me, Mikhaela Reid, Joan Hilty and her girlfriend Nancy Goldstein, and Jen Camper.
This is a view out the window from the Sirius Satellite Radio studio in midtown, where I went for an interview on the Michelangelo Signorile show. It’s weird doing radio interviews. A sort of out-of-body experience. I have no idea what I said. Their offices were terribly fancy. See my name on the screen?
Then for something completely different, we drove way over practically into the Hudson to the cable access station.
I was on Ann Northrop’s and Andy Humm’s delightful news show Gay USA. I love those guys! I get their show at home in the hinterlands on satellite tv, and it makes me feel like I actually know what’s going on. We had a really nice conversation about Fun Home. I’m not sure when it airs, but I’ll try and figure it out.
Yesterday was so complicated I’m going to have to make multiple posts. In the morning, I went to Christopher Street to meet a guy from Newsday for an interview. A photographer came too, and took pictures of me in Sheridan Square, which figures into a scene in Fun Home. As does the legendary Stonewall Inn. This used to be a bagel place when I lived here in the eighties. Now it appears to be a bar again. Here’s what it looked like in 1969.
If you’re not doing anything this afternoon, come hear me talk about Fun Home on the Mike Signorile Show on Sirius satellite radio. You can sign up for a free pass to listen. I think I’m gonna come on at 3:30.
A large but ruly crowd came to my reading at Bunns & Noodle in New York last night. See that goth-ish young woman in the black t-shirt? That’s the logo for Ministry, the band my brother’s playing with. She heard them last week when they were in town and was psyched to find out that he was my brother and I was his sister. She works for DC Comics.
