Michelle Tea
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Michelle Tea’s Book Party Looks Awesome
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…
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The Rumpus Interview with Michelle Tea
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.
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An Occupy Oakland and Occupy SF Roundup
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…
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“Let’s Talk About Us”
The Rumpus and the Believer Magazine Proudly Present: “Let’s Talk About Us” Click Here to Purchase Tickets! September 12th, 7pm, The Make-Out Room, 3225 22nd Street, San Francisco. Featuring brilliant authors Michelle Tea, Susan Straight, Jesus Angel Garcia, David Rocklin, and…
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Hell’s New Autobiography
Writer and punk rock legend, Richard Hell, wrote a forthcoming autobiography, I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp. For those of you curious as to what astrological sign is behind the multi-talented artist, don’t worry. Michelle Tea covers that…
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Letter from Paris, Parts 11–12: The Final Chapters
I love Paris. I love Paris I love Paris I love Paris.
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Letter from Paris, Part 9: Now, Here Was Paris
We pass a well, a perfectly round mouth in the stone where all this blue water spills out.
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Letter from Paris, Part 8: Nazis in the Catacombs
The water isn’t as cold as I’d imagined, and it isn’t dirty.
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Letters from Paris, Part 7: Goodbye to Sex in the Catacombs
We walk the Parisian streets until we reach Kay’s car, parked on a residential corner near the fence we’ll be climbing.
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Letters from Paris, Part 6: We Won’t Be Entering via Manholes Tonight
Oh well. C’est La Vie, I say brightly, always thrilled to remember something French.
