I was not a good international worker yesterday. I didn’t strike, generally, instead I showed up for work and walked past the mini protests at Bryant Park in the morning. I did however put some of my ill-gotten earnings to use in support of a good cause, heading downtown in the evening to help celebrate the book release of all-American Kate Bornstein, who inhabited (rather than occupied) Dixon Place, making it glow with grace, and truth, and gathered well wishers.

It was an evening of rock and roll in the best sense, and it sent me back to my San Francisco days. You hear what you need to hear, if you’re lucky. And these days, it seems like I need to hear about fearlessness, about leaping past boundaries, and about putting in the work. I’ve been in fear for much of the past year, I think, at least fear about my public life. I want to plow that under, and recapture some joyousness. Kate and all the people who celebrated her last night gave me that. Gratitude to all of them for that.

You should buy her new book, if possible from Bluestockings.

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