It CAME!
The first thing I did was flip to the back and read the descriptions of the contributors. I don’t actually know any of them—aside from following some of their Tumblrs—but this is like putting a face behind anonymous Postsecret cards. Next, I flipped to a random page hoping to find some sort of erotic sentence or description of what I’d be reading. I found “I cupped my hand over her pussy,” and clapped the book shut. I just took a shower, poured myself a glass of wine, and fully intend on reading as many of these as I can in one sitting.
I don’t wanna sound all sappy, but it’s gratifying to know that something I “contributed” to is now a real living thing that I can hold in my hands. I just have to hide it from my mom.
203/651.
i just ordered Coming & Crying (a self-published anthology about sex). i’ll admit i ignored the first hundred times I ran into the name when it was still in its nascent stages, back in march (or was it january?). if i wasn’t shocked at how small my tumblr world had become when i realized most of the people i follow were all talking in the same cyber circle, about the same (and at the time, cyber) book; i was curious when i *accidently* started following one of it’s publishers and editors, Meaghan O’Connell. within 6 minutes of browsing it’s tumblr page i found myself pouring out my Visa # to the paypal gods.
after listening to Erica Moore read her story from the book—tears streaming down my face, heart pumping with the heat of lovelost, and memories of her beating at my temples….i now feel equally terrified and excited about receiving said book. it also helps explain why so many bloggers have been posting things like this and this, expressing fear and relief upon it’s arrival.
at the moment, i feel terrified.
”dearest internet,
the book that you wrote, edited, love…well, it’s here. resting against my pillows. i can’t find the nerve to open it yet, but maybe soon. my brain is still processing the fact that this website, those gchats, are now a thing. i can poke my finger in the little usps-created hole in the corner there and feel the smooth paper over board cover, the uncracked spine…but i don’t think even my finger believes.
anyway, it’s here (really? really.), and i wanted to thank every single person involved in creating & supporting coming & crying.
The drama and anticipation of whether or not kratlee would get her book in the mail for the past, oh, 10 days, was perhaps more compelling to me than producing it.
(Okay, that’s an exaggeration. but still. HOORAY.)
Open the book, woman! You made this happen, too.
Me: I got my copy of the book that Meaghan has been working on yesterday.
Mom: Where can I buy a copy?
Me: They’re selling it online…comingandcrying.com
Mom: Whatandcrying.com?
Me: Coming. And. Crying. Dot. Com
Mom: Huh?
Me: COMING.
Mom: Running?
Me: Um. Haven’t we been over this? Didn’t you get that article that I sent you about the project? The one that was in New York Mag?
Mom: No. You probably didn’t send it.
Me: Yes. I sent it. I thought you just never acknowledged it because the book is about sex, and I assumed that you were being a prude.
Mom: LINDSAY, I AM A GROWN WOMAN. WHERE CAN I BUY THE BOOK.
Me: Just so we’re clear, it’s about sex.
Mom: Yes, I get it. I just won’t give it to my friends as a Christmas gift, ok?
Me: Ok.
<3
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coming and crying (by javier chavez)
what you may not know is back in march, the very week i was fired from my job, that’s when i saw that melissa gira and meaghan o’connell were going the kickstarter route to bring us this book, COMING AND CRYING, and without any job prospects that very week (what a wreck i was), i donated a few bucks toward it.
i was maybe only then coming to certain terms of sexual confidence with my then-boyfriend, and i was hurt because of the work thing, and i was negotiating through some familial financial strife. maybe you didn’t know this either.
but it occurred to me, from that point on, that when the book arrived, i don’t know, it would make all of that better somehow. maybe the first reason was that i somehow helped those who i love on the internet MAKE SOMETHING. the second was getting stories by these same lovely people. a third, perhaps, is that ‘true stories about the other side of the bed’ are, i think, what i like the most about writing: no love nor sex but what’s before and after. and even a possible fourth reason is i believe that stories, when they are well told, are better than a boxfull of pills when you’re suffering through a cold. anyway.
what you also may not know is that now, nearly six months to the very week when i lost my job, i’m on the cusp of starting a new one, the financial straits my family’s in is about to get better (funny how a thing like a job will do that, hey?), the boyfriend and i are broken up (many long conversations and tears later) and now all i seem to want is sex.
and here’s COMING AND CRYING (532/651), waiting for me after a cloudy afternoon in los angeles (with the aforementioned now-ex boyfriend). kind of like i maybe always knew it would be.
kind of like i maybe always knew it would be, too.
We have been getting this question a lot. Tonight, from a sweet guy in Baltimore. I’m a little “excited” still from Stephen’s book party tonight (the paperback of The Adderall Diaries is out — no, not that kind of excited!) and so I wrote a longer reply than I normally get to in the middle of my day-to-day. Anyway, here is that and here is my way of saying, I want all of the books to you, NOW, and here is why they may not be:
Hi, David,
I feel your anticipation — and we’re trying to figure out what’s been delivered and what hasn’t through following the updates our backers are giving us. Folks have blogged and posted to Twitter (I cannot bring myself to say “tweet,” even now, in 2010) about when they got their book, and some of the inconsistencies are maddening!
Like, for instance: we sorted our books into twelve different bags. I think 6 were mixed bags (literally) of zip codes all across the US. Six were limited to one zip code per bag, based on where we had the most backers — and those were New York City (100xx), Brooklyn (112xx), San Francisco (941xx), Los Angeles, Chicago, Seattle, and Minneapolis[1]. Which, at the last minute I think, after we had been on the loading dock at the business bulk mail center on 10th Ave at 31st for four hours, was mixed into the mixed bags.
So as far as we can tell, from divining the blog posts like very adorable entrails, books to those six-now-five distinct zip codes arrived first, as they were all presorted and the post office had basically nothing to do with them but stick them on a truck or plane or whatnot.
And as for the mixed bags —- well.
I am sorry you are in a mixed bag and that more people from your zip code (I mean, Baltimore, come on people!) did not back the book. We needed at least 10 to get you your own bag. Next time we will market in a more focused way? That almost makes sense, here at this late hour.
Know that Meaghan and I each read each of these plaintive emails about the status of books and we are hoping that EVERY SINGLE BOOK is in our backers’ hands by the end of this week.
After then, we will bring in the search party.
Stay strapped in until Friday at least? And after then, we’ll re-assess with our post office ladies, whose names are Dora and Estelle. I guess Dora is Small Press World Famous for being one of the only people at the post office in all of New York who actually picks up the phone? We have her on our side. We’ll see what we can do if we have to recover or resend books and be in touch if (ahhhhh god I hope not) need be.
Thank you again for the eight months of patience you have already extended us.
love and non-returned bulk mail items weighing slightly less than 16 ounces,
melissa
[1] Minneapolis did get mixed in. I am sorry to all of you, Minneapolis.
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This American Wife Episode 11 - “Coming and Crying”
Meaghan O’Connell and Melissa Gira Grant, creators of a self-published anthology about sex, discuss their journey on the verge of the project’s tearful release. Erica Moore reads a heartbreaking story from the book about being free, while producer Eric Martin tells a story about going down - just not like you think. Chin up, it’s This American Wife.
Hosted by Ned Hepburn and Eric Martin
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Despite a little initial trepidation, it was a lot of fun to work with Eric and Ned who were professional and creative. I’m actually a fan of the podcast (if you haven’t listened to Justine Bateman’s episode, stop what you’re doing and go find it) but alerted them from the start that I lacked the usual coquettish wit and ballsy female charm to which they tend. (“Awkward” was a personal disclaimer frequently proffered.)
Lucky for me, they were fine with focusing part of this Very Special Episode on rambling, heartbroken, mildly-erotic and overly-analytical dispatches from “the middle of nowhere.” Which IS right in my wheelhouse. Win!
So, check out this episode in which Meaghan and Melissa provide a smart, wry summary of the book-making business.
Then I take a deep breath and read the first half of my C&C story, which was scary and vulnerable but falls in the category of “Things You do After Saying What the Hell And Ultimately Don’t Regret”
Finally, producer Eric Martin shares a pretty epic, funny, pause-giving story about surviving and what the hell you’re going to do with this one life you’ve got.
Things like this, apparently.
(Source: epic)
Coming and Crying, my gosh, it’s beautiful.