Exhibitionism for the nerdy

Living in San Francisco, I have more than my share of chances at media exposure. When I was in Queer Nation, I played the "media whore" (as we called our spokespeople) for several different events. Then when I started putting out Frighten the Horses and later when I started published my books, I became just a wee bit more famous, at least for a dozen or two people.

And now, of course, we have the internet. One of the people who works at my company stumbled across this website. He wrote me "Cool site." But because I write about sex here and in my books, I am a little careful to separate my work life and my life as a pornographer, so what would you do? I basically answered "Thanks for the compliment; I kind of keep these things separate, but enjoy."

But that's not all. One of the guys who works for me is the boyfriend of the well-known humorist Cynthia Heimel. Now, I wouldn't want to be in that position, just like I wouldn't want to be the wife of a Las Vegas comedian. But anyway, here's her column on nerve.com all about their sex life.

Obviously it's different exhibiting yourself, the way I do (and the way Heimel does in her column -- I don't mean that in a bad way, it's a funny column, if kind of revealing), and making your partner a player in your journalist fun. I only make fun of people who bug me, like Josh. I wouldn't dare make sport of my partner Cris. Who can live with that?

This raises the question of how confessional my pornography is. I go into that in each of the pages devoted to my books (this one and that one). Not that I really go down the list and say "I've done this, this and this, but that, that and that are pure fantasy." What fun would that be? Besides, fantasy or not, my particular fetishes are pretty easy to tell from my books. (Now go out and buy them! I'm broke!)