Vote Zombie Reagan!

Monday evening, I had the privilege of attending a reading and QA session by Audacia Ray as she swung through town on her book tour. Also in attendance were Meg, recently of the late, lamented Tales of a Teacher (and Slut), and Antonio Rodickuez, one of the stars of The Bi Apple. It was nice to catch up with Antonio, who I hadn't seen since the shoot, and Meg and I and we had a lovely discussion about blogging our personal lives, and why she did it, but doesn't anymore, and I don't do it at all.

The reading itself was held in a bookstore that started out as a communist council, but has since shifted to an leftist-anarchist collective shop. Leftist propaganda and radical pamphlets abounded. I was, to steal a turn of phrase, a pilgrim in an unholy land*. That morning I was this close to wearing my Reagan T-shirt just to piss off the management (or whatever you call the people that run a socialist-anarchist collective), but eventually better sense got hold of me and I decided not to.

Sometimes I hate my better sense. It can be such a coward.

* No, I'm not a Republican. Yes, it's complicated.