So I'm here in NYC, just got in about an hour ago and took a cab right to the offices of Playgirl because I'm staying with my friend Colleen. Playgirl shares an office with a bunch of adult magazines. Really blech magazines like Barely Legal and that kind of High Society stuff. I'm totally exhausted (had to be at the airport at 4am) and the last thing I wanted to see on my arrival was a clown porn magazine lying out.



Ugh, yikes. I feel my innocence has gone.

It's kind of how I imagined a porn office would be. Very quiet. The phone does not ring much if at all. People are hidden inside their cubicles. Mountains of porn back issues everywhere. There are men who are middle-aged and have ponytails and potbellies. And there are just normal dudes hanging around. It's funny that in the middle of the office are the cubicles for Playgirl where a bunch of riot grrl ladies with tattoos and cool glasses are grabbing screenshots of movies and stuff. Right now Colleen is editing a fashion spread.



Here is Colleen, the career girl, hard at work. I made her pose with a weiner pic.


She showed me this bulletin board of scary letters they get. I took some pics but can't post them. They are all in little kid writing, some on binder paper, one is on yellow legal pad paper with white out. A lot of them have either repeating lines and lots of mispellings. There aren't a ton of them and they are kind of funny in a "oh god, who are these people" kind of way. They all seem to be from men!



Unfortunately, the horoscope column I've been writing for the last two months is getting phased out at PG to make room for more weiner pics. WAH! Oh well. I'm sure there's another porn magazine that caters to women and gay men that will take my fake predictions on.

Right now I'm chilling in their intern cubicle with this inflatable doll. I'm just killing an hour before Colleen gets off work. I'm tired. I think all I can do is blog because the only other thing is to read the magazines lying around. And well the selection of reading is....


I hope I don't have the flu, I was reading an article Margaret Cho wrote for PG about shitting in India and suddenly I felt overwhelmed by sickness. Ugh. Get me out of this porn cave, I need a nap.

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On a non porn note, I was at the "Next Big Bang" (not a porno) Asian American Theater Conference the last two days and got to connect to some great folks that include Jessica Hagedorn, author of Dogeaters. That woman is so badass. She signed my book. And in a panel she called me by my name from across the room.


"Kristina, Kristina"

Love it.