So, here I am, about to make possibly YET ANOTHER career-suicidal plunge, (Hey, December was all about looking a perfectly good career in the eye and then shooting it in the face.) but I'm excited. And you know me, when I'm excited it takes the Packers defensive line to hold me down.
Hello, my name is Nettie Kestler and I write pornetry ™ ® © ¢ ¥ °. No, really, I write what many would call, "filth," but I call explicit work, in whoretry ™ ® ©. I'd insert a "ha ha" here, but it's been quite difficult to set up this separate identity. I don't do "schism" very well, but I do see the necessity of having a writing persona separate from the engineering. While my entire body of poetry is not sexually explicit, much of the more recent work is. I blame it on my menopause. I think that at 50, the hormonal changes seem to have melted my "cain't say that" filters to sludge. So, here I am, coming out because I did separate my erotic work from my standard work, but even my standard work I kept separate from searchability under my name. I'm gonna be mooshing all the poetics under Nettie. It's just easier. One less blog to write 'n all that.
What brings this "coming out" about is that the Seattle Erotic Art Festival picked up five of my pieces and I took the three day ticket including the gala event and signed up to do the readings. For poetry, it was a great pay day. It was also my first "sex positive" event. Yes, I was nervous, until I saw the art.
There were some striking pieces. Most were high quality production, a few provocative. One of my favorites was a short film of naked men running in slow mo. Great ass shots. The gala night was fun, but I still left by 10:15, I was in high heels (granted they were wedges, but still...) and tired. The following nights, I hung out past midnight before the "Punkin Effect" took place. No, Dave did not go with me and my friends abandoned me by 8 pm; they don't talk to strangers. I do. Still, there did come a time when the solitary nosy lady was not part of the scene and it was time to exit stage right, so I did. This event was also taking place during the closing days of National Poetry Writing Month, NaPo for short. I only got some three liners out those days. It is mind-bogglingly difficult to be so overwhelmed by experience and to actually be able to put words to paper.
My favorite part was that I met some really sweet people and got some wonderful feedback on my pieces. The most flattering was one of the invited photographers' appreciated the poem I wrote in response to his piece. The guy has been around the block more than once and the poem seems to have resonated with him. I'm getting a copy of the photograph which inspired the work.
I'm such a kid in the candy store these days, all wide-eyed and touching things I shouldn't. Apparently people wear latex to be touched, so I did. No, I didn't get nekkid when asked by a fellow writer. She'd traveled all the way from Michigan to attend the event, but I'd promised Dave to behave myself. Besides, I'm shy. I might be curious, but not about getting nekkid in front of people. I know zakly how I feel about that. erm. Not inspired. Just tired.
The literary director, Briana Jacobs, was generous and patient with her cats. There were four or five of us. Anyways, the anthology is supposed to come out in June or something. At least now that I'm "Out," I can post about that and just be excited.
My other blog, Nettlesting, is focused primarily on poetics - that is the straight craft of poetry. I've marked it as adult though because I focus on erotic poetry at times. I also use the "c" word. You know I drop the f-bomb, but I'll bet you never believed I'd drop the "c" word. But I do. I'm wild that way, even if I don't get nekkid unless I'm at
Olympus Women's Spa about to be scrubbed like a side o' beef laid out to cure.