It’s nearly 4 in the morning and I’ve been hit by middle-of-the-night insomnia. I awoke like a bolt at about 2:40, as though plugged into a vat of coffee. I’m on the verge of taking a hiatus from smoking dope and am down to a single bowl of the herb, which is a great neutralizer of insomnia. So, here I sit, trying to get the right headspace to crawl back into bed, knowing it might be a while before I enjoy the dank green again. Oh, to be growing up. Sigh. As I acquire the mindset for rest, M. Ward’s insomnia ode, “Four Hours in Washington Square” sets the pace.
I wrote about the potential of a Cunting Podcast. Hey, that brainchild’s still floating. It turns out a guy I know (story in itself) has suggested the possibility that I might use his roomies’ recording studio. That’s as much as I know as yet. Nothing’s definite, but there’s some potential in the air.
I’ve taken the liberty already of doing an outline of segments I’d like to try. Of those, there’s about 25 segments I’ve fleshed out, segments that could be regular features. I’m not one to tip my hand, so let’s keep that private for now, shall we? I’ll surprise ya, baby. I know you like that. ;)
Suffice to say that what you might not know about me is that I was a student of Journalism & Mass Communications in school. Being on the radio’s something I always wanted to do, so this would be a fun way of cracking that nut, my style. The ‘cast would be focused more on the world at large than my blog is, with quicker, faster-paced pieces. And my rants would have a home. I enjoy ranting on the page, but it really lacks a certain je ne sais quoi. But spoken rants… ah! Just like home.
I’ll tell you what it won’t be – it won’t just be me sitting there for 20 minutes talking about one or two things. Nope, it would be about as close to a real live variety show on sex as I could manage. I’d like to get this baby out into the world, but I suspect it’d be a month or so before anything would happen. Hopefully by May 1st.
If there’s something in particular you’d like to see me try my hand it via a podcast, you’ll be sure to let me know, now, won’t you? I’d love to hear what your ideas for this bad boy. C’mon and share.
Oh, and in other news, we're on the verge of tripping the light fantastic kids. Should be hitting 200,000 hits today or Wednesday, since August. Thanks to everyone who comes regularly, for those who support me so strongly, but I'd love to hear some comments if you've never left any before. Said it before, and I'll say it again -- comments are the blogger's aphrodisiac. C'mon, make me wanna please ya.
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ReplyDeleteLong time lurker, first time poster from w-aaaa-y down in the Southern Hemisphere. Hopefully I'll spend more time actually commenting here now.
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ReplyDeleteMy only suggestion about podcasting is to watch the later episodes of shows like Real Sex to see what endpoint you should avoid. What starts as an edgy, candid discussion of sex usually devolves into a kitschy exploration of sexual niches. Instead of digging into the practical problems of wife swapping, they end up filming bad soft core porn about photographers who like to shoot naked women underwater.
ReplyDeleteThis seems to be a basic problem with any content producer who focusses on sex: a survey of it inevitably ends up endlessly detailing trite idiosyncracies that are self-parodying. I remember one episode of Real Sex that had a segment on a masturbation club in California. The members got together regularly to wank themselves and others, and play with new toys. The problem was that they were all over 50; all I could think was "I don't even want to know they're doing this, let alone join in."
I think the fatal flaw is the apparent necessity of being continually sex-positive: Avoiding the ugliness of it thins the field of subjects considerably.
Enigma -- Heh. Hope so too. :) Thanks for reading.
ReplyDeleteAnon -- I'm 32, I only hope it doesn't take until 96 for someone to screw their head on right. :) I didn't learn it from reading comics and watching tv, that's for sure. Shit happens. You either lead an examined life in the face of adversity, or you don't.
Justin -- Yeah, it's sexual niches I have no interest in, and it's the stuff others neglect to look at, like sex as it exists in society, in culture, in religion, in politics, etc that I find interesting. I want it to be more infotainment -- fun, yet informative, but LARGELY personality driven by yours truly. I mean, the information's the same to be had by any producer of any media, but it all comes down to the personality behind it. That's really all I can offer, staying true to my perspective on things.
And I also think it's bullshit that anyone with any sort of so-called perspective on sex has to live in the "lifestyle." Without naming names, it seems like anyone who writes advice or has edgy sex columns or whatever has tales to tell about BDSM, orgies, etc, etc, etc, and while that's great if it's your cup of tea, how the fuck is that supposed to speak to the mainstream?
I mean, if you're just Little Miss Vanilla and you're wanting to break out of your routine little sex life, the next step DOES NOT have to be buying a riding crop and wearing crotchless panties. There are options. I'd like to be that voice that's somewhere in the middle, personally.
Anyhow... my rant's not directed at you, it's at the highly stylized industry out there and the fucking inability to realize that there's a middle ground that is COMPLETELY BEING MISSED. Who needs to get the memo, and what's their fax number, man? Heh.
And where, oh, where is my Midol?