holy fucking april

April was a huge month.  Between Xplore and Sex Camp 2012, followed by an intense week producing a film that I hope to enter in the Berlin Porn Film Festival, I feel completely saturated with possibility, pride, new contacts and energies, and education.  There is so fucking much to do.  And so many incredible folks to do it with.  I had to sleep for two days and then roll around between two gritty walls of dub in an old bank vault to not feel completely buried in that, but I’ve come out the other side now and am starting to actualise.

As someone with relatively diverse modalities of working in this industry, I often find it hard to focus my efforts and energies, and the events of the last month have given me more and more options.  Doors are constantly opening and the number of truly quality folks who appear in my sphere just continues to grow.  And to this I say fuck yeah.

So in May you’re going to see a big push from me towards marketing and branding Gala.  And you may get some spam.  It’s been a very long road to deciding do this.  I know very little about marketing and the term ‘branding’ makes my little anarcho-grrl heart clench all up.  I’m not a fucking capitalist, which is one of the things I like most about myself.  But I’ve given a hell of a lot of myself to my work over the last 6 or so years, and ain’t no dollar value assignable to that.  I’m the brokest ho I know (also a great topic I hope to address at some point), and it really gets me down.  So I’m putting my mind to developing more and more ways in which the folks who enjoy what I offer can help to support me to keep offering it.  We’re all starving artists, I know it, but I can’t help but think that if my cunt is making that art I should be able to afford to look after it a little better.  You should know that I’ll be spending my first million on a permanent vajazzling.