While in Paris this January, I picked up (okay, I obsessively cruised the Seine for) this copy of Story of O with stunning illustrations by Leonor Fini, which I’d read about but never actually *seen.*

Now they live in my living room, sharing a display with my antique sex toy collection. I keep the book open to some illustration, and every month — i.e. whenever I feel like — I switch the page. This month-ish’s is the frontispiece for “La Chouette,” the last section of the book in which… well, I won’t spoil it for you, but it does, as advertised, involve an owl. Now go read it. Now. Go.

Goddamn if there isn’t an academic project aching to be undertaken re: reclaiming Story of O in all its literary, third-wave feminism-y greatness. I’m not that busy, right?
Actually finished my final papers not just on time but — wait for it — early. Jeezie creezie. Apparently worrying about them all semester and not just the last two weeks paid off. Wait, that doesn’t sound right.
I’ll try and get PDFs up soon for anyone who’s feeling so masochistic as to read 10-20 pages about abandoned mental asylums or queering comparative literature. Yeah, I’m talking to you, comp lit. You’re so *gay.* Hearts!
To celebrate, I’m headed out on a (sure to be) awesome road trip today — to Montana by way of Colorado and back again. Lots of motels. Lots of friends. Lots of national parks. Lots of trying not to get eaten by bears.

See you soon, interwebs. Don’t stop being frickin’ adorable while I’m gone.

Acquired the metallic beauty on the right from the Alameda Flea Market last week: 1902-ish, Hamilton Beach, product name “Try-New-Life.” Try it. It tastes like vibration. The blue one on the left — circa 1960 — came from an antique shop on Haight. Sears brand, slogan: “Enjoy a new concept in the wonderful world of massage!”

This is the other recent acquisition, found at an estate sale in Noe Valley. Eskimo two-speed vibrator (two speeds!), I’d say 1920′s-ish, with its original box and deliciously crumbling attachments. Imperative: “Vibrate yourself to health and beauty.” Suggested uses: “For headaches, for complexion, for constipation.” Said the guy who sold it to me: “See how worn down the rubber is? Someone got a *lot* of use out of that.”
Bonnie’s new site, Our Glass Lake, is under construction. While you’re waiting for all the creamy, blogging goodness (like the inside of a cream puff, no?), feel free to browse the five years of sex-, gender-, gaming-, and tech-related content at her old site, Heroine Sheik. Yes, five years. BONNIE FEELS OLD.
Related: “Five years of Heroine Sheik” (also this).