Chen Chen reading and signing When I Grow up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities....more
Posts Tagged: Michelle Tea
We’re back! It’s 2017! We’re living in the future, which is cool and all, but books are still awesome. Let’s go get some new ones this week.
Monday 1/9: Cynthia Garrett discusses and signs Prodigal Daughter: A Journey Home to Identity....more
And it’s funny—people bring up the fact that Black Wave starts out as memoir and turns into fiction, but… isn’t that what fiction is?
Over at BOMB, Sara Jaffe sat down with Michelle Tea, author of Black Wave, to talk about her work as a memoirist and a fiction writer, the forces of the real and productive ambivalence, and the magic of parenthood....more
Like, your life is falling apart and shit is pretty fucked up and you come to the conclusion that if you just split town you could chill out and be normal again.
At BuzzFeed, Michelle Tea, author of Black Wave, gives us a walking tour of LA in accordance with the places she hit rock bottom most spectacularly—a strip club, a highway ramp, etc.—and what they look like to her now that she is sober, forty-five, and no longer codependent with her ex-boyfriend....more
We’re at that point in the holiday shopping season where if you don’t already have a gift for someone, you either have to deal with the other last-minute shoppers in stores, pay an outrageous shipping rate online and hope the post office/shipping company gets it to you on time… or buy something a little more abstract, like a subscription to something....more
Here is probably one of the coolest quotes ever seen in an interview:
“I do think there are tons of straight women involved in radical communities whose family and gender roles are being played with and redefined, but I think that it’s probably a choice for those women to shake off what’s expected of them, while for queers, nothing is expected of us, so we get to make up everything as we go along.
Back in 1994 in San Francisco, Sini Anderson and Rumpus contributor Michelle Tea cofounded Sister Spit, a “a weekly, free, all-girl open mic” that challenged the status quo of the male-dominated open-mic scene.
It wasn’t long before they took the show on the road, “with shows every night in a different dive bar, art gallery, queer club, sushi restaurant, punk basement, community space throughout the USA.”...more
Michelle Tea writes about a dark time in the San Francisco literary scene. After the novel Sarah came out to critical acclaim, JT Leroy was a powerful new voice in the queer community. It turns out JT Leroy never existed. She was the creation of a woman to get a book deal....more
Ella snorted a last bit of smoke from her nose, like a dragon, and flung her butt in the creek. “That’s not a job, Soph. That’s slavery. There are child labor laws. I bet you could call social services on your mom and they would take you away like that.” Ella snapped her fingers.
Food, drink, fortune-telling, live music…is there anything about the release party for Michelle Tea’s new novel that doesn’t sound amazing?
The book is Mermaid in Chelsea Creek, new from McSweeney’s McMullens; the refreshments are pierogi, chocolate, and cocktails; and the entertainment includes Annah Anti Palindrom, Daniel Handler, and of course, Tea herself....more
Michelle Tea is an author, performer, public speaker, event producer, educator, activist, and now, with her new Sister Spit imprint at City Lights Publishers, the editor of her own press....more
By pretty much all accounts, last night was tense but hopeful for the Occupy movement in the Bay Area. (For an account of the national movement, check out Brian Spears’ roundup from this morning.)
This is somewhat of a relief after Tuesday night, when a coalition of Bay Area police used tear gas, nonlethal rounds, and more in Oakland, critically injuring 24 year-old veteran Scott Olsen by shooting him in the face with a projectile and then throwing a flash grenade at the people trying to help him....more
The Rumpus and the Believer Magazine Proudly Present:
“Let’s Talk About Us”
September 12th, 7pm, The Make-Out Room, 3225 22nd Street, San Francisco....more
For those of you curious as to what astrological sign is behind the multi-talented artist, don’t worry. Michelle Tea covers that topic, finds out what he’s been reading and more in this interview with him....more
“Nothing stays on the margin forever, nothing stays in the middle forever either.” — Justin Chin
“It’s always been my belief that every generation has to take responsibility for itself-documenting its own interests and experiences.” — Jennifer Joseph...more
Our room becomes invaded by another party! There are only four of them, three men and a woman. Catacomb aficionados are 85% male and 70% under the age of twenty-five, a demographic Antoine fits into neatly. This group is older....more
We pass a well, a perfectly round mouth in the stone where all this blue water spills out. There is a rusted banister around it. Very deep, Antoine smiles. Fifteen meters? Don’t fall in! We’re already fifteen meters beneath the earth....more
Antoine tells me things as we walk the tracks and I swing my flashlight around, catching explosions of dense, bright hip hop tags painted by actual artists and crappier, punk rock Anarchy symbols in gusty trails of spray paint....more
We walk the Parisian streets until we reach Kay’s car, parked on a residential corner near the fence we’ll be climbing. We’re Climbing A Fence? I squeal with delight to Judy. I Love Climbing Fences! When I was a child I tried to start a fence-climbing club, I loved it so much I wanted to be organized about it....more
At Place d’Italie the square is all lit up for Noelle, with strings of lights cascading down the facade of the town hall, and covering the front of the Centre Commercial, where we are meeting for our into trip into the catacombs....more
Judy, who was in the front seat of the cab, turned around and said, We would like to have a sex party. I am amazed at my good fortune. Every time I wrap up an affair with someone I’m certain it is the last time I will ever have sex, and each time someone reveals that they’d like to get with me I’m astounded at my luck and flooded with gratitude....more