Diary #408

On Tuesday night I had an uneventful flight to Los Angeles and proceeded to have a lovely week with Angela Keaton, as I do every time I visit.  On Wednesday evening we went to Norma Jean Almodovar’s house for a screening of Rachel Wotton’s documentary Scarlet Road, and I got to meet Rachel herself!  Regular readers may remember that she’s one of my sex work heroines, so I was fangirling very hard when I got there, and you can imagine how I reacted when the first thing out of her mouth was, “Maggie, I’m so happy to meet you at last!”  She’s an amazing woman: personable and down-to-earth, a regular whore in addition to being an amazing activist and a deeply empathetic soul.  I sincerely hope I get to meet her again soon; she said given that I can freely fly now, I have no excuse not to come visit her in Australia.  Perhaps one day I shall!  Before we went to meet Rachel I recorded an interview for a Canadian news outlet, then later in the evening Angela and I recorded a podcast with M.K. Lords (content warning: butt stuff and soap).  On Thursday I recorded a podcast (out in the next week or so) with Conner Habib, and after we got back to Angela’s from there I did my level best to be sober for as little time as possible before returning to Seattle on Saturday evening.  And on the trip home.  And after I got home.  And the next day.  Because hey, I work hard, and now that I’ve learned to refer to inebriation as “self-care” I can even do it without feeling guilty.