
Bawdy Storytelling joins the Risk! podcast again in Brooklyn! This week’s episode is part 1 of the live ‘Pervert’ show, recorded at the Bell House in November 2018. Hosted by Bawdy’s Dixie De La Tour and Risk’s Kevin Allison (2...
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Dixie De La Tour
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Kevin Allison
All of my life I've never fit But I won't complain and I won't quit. I am enormous. Get used to it. Everyone tells me I'm too much. Maybe it's just you're not enough for me. Can't you see I'm the kind of woman I'm supposed to be? Hey, my. My vagina is eight miles wide. Absolutely everyone can come inside. If you're ever frightened, just run and hide. My vagina is eight miles.
Why?
Dixie De La Tour
I am sexual folklorist Dixie De La Tour, and this is the Bodi storytelling Podcast. I have something really special for you for episode 51. You know how you have this thing that you love and it's great to do it by yourself, but it's so much more fun if you have a friend who likes it as much as you do. I have a friend like that. His name is Kevin Allison and he's the host of the Risk podcast. We're two redheaded perverts. He lives in New York. I live in San Francisco. But every once in a while, we get together and we do our thing, one or the other city. This time it was in Brooklyn. And you're gonna get to hear it.
Kevin Allison
Hello.
Welcome, everybody.
Welcome, welcome. Howdy, Brooklyn.
How's everyone doing tonight?
Holy shit.
We are so glad to be back. Last year, we had such a fucking amazing time doing this show.
Are we cursing tonight?
Jamie Brickos
Is that okay?
Kevin Allison
Well, we might have to edit it in post. Have everyone please welcome Dixie De La Tour back to Brooklyn. Oh, my God. Dixie is one of my heroes. Her show Body Storytelling has always been such an inspiration. Dixie says I'm one of her heroes, so we're kind of like the Traveling Wilburys of perversion. That brings us to what tonight's show, the theme is Pervert.
Fuck yeah.
Everyone we invited to be on the show is one, and we hope you are, too. Oh, we are just. There's so we're so excited about so much about show tonight.
I wanted to come back in September.
Dixie De La Tour
But Kevin and this gigantic book that.
Kevin Allison
He'S had, the risque book, have been torn. Have y' all seen that book?
It's a little bit perverted itself.
So he said, come on. Back in November, I made a special.
Dixie De La Tour
Trip out here and I Might not.
Kevin Allison
Make it home because they say it's gonna snow tomorrow.
Dixie De La Tour
So y' all might have me for a little while.
Kevin Allison
Yeah.
Make the most of it. Yeah. Now, I will say this. Last year, someone tweeted from the audience, they took a picture of me up on stage, and they tweeted out, kevin Allison does not dress like a kinky man. He dresses like a divorced dad from the Midwest. So I hired a fucking person who actually has a queer eye to buy me some fucking clothes. And these are the tightest fake leather pants I've ever worn in my life.
Look at that ass.
That's how ready we are. Now, tonight is very special. It's not just gonna be stories. There will be songs. There will be bango at the intermission where you can introduce one another to each other and play a little sexy game of bingo. We're gonna give away prizes. It's just gonna be outrageous tonight.
Dixie De La Tour
And the songs tonight, you guys.
Kevin Allison
Oh, my God, those songs, they're like.
Should we do this one?
Dixie De La Tour
Like, no, do the dirty one.
Kevin Allison
We're gonna start with two of our very dearest. Like, we have loved reformed whores for so long. They have been like family to the Risk show. They have both shared stories on Risk in the past, and we've done all sorts of shows together. If you've never heard reformed horrors, you're about to look them up. They just made their international debut at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival with their critically acclaimed show, Grand Old Country.
Fancy Feast
Yeah.
Kevin Allison
And I was talking to one of the reformed whores backstage, and they just.
Dixie De La Tour
Performed with Stormy Daniels, really recently.
Kevin Allison
She's a nice Stormy. Oh, my gosh.
I was sainted by the same sisters that sainted Saint Stormi.
Oh, my goodness. We've got canonized people up here.
Yes, you do.
All right, let's get the show started. Should we bring them out? Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome reformed horn.
Everybody loves a roll in the hay Throw your hands up if you got.
Fancy Feast
Late today you're lucky.
Kevin Allison
Cause I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't find someone to plug A single girl out there looking for a cowboy who can get me cooking he can straddle my heart like in a rodeo but only if he can keep up with a malabido I'm a horne miso honey doesn't make me a horn to say I wanna find a man and tear him apart or maybe make love with a girl at Kmart. But times have changed. You need a safe arrangement or you'll wind up dead in somebody's basement. There are plenty of people who have asked me if I like to get down with them and do the nasty. But in this day and age, you gotta be picky. Cause one out of four has an std.
Fancy Feast
I'm horny.
Kevin Allison
Me so horny doesn't make me a horn to say one fine day I want to fall in love and be with someone I can be proud of. But now settle with bringing a stranger home. And be sure to double bag it when we bone with an arms. Supposed to be so direct, but I.
Fancy Feast
Got a lady boner and it's.
Kevin Allison
Cutie. Yeah, I'm talking to you. Come on.
Fancy Feast
Focus.
Kevin Allison
I'm going to hop some trees and my vibrator Guys say they want it all of the time. Well, guess what, honey? So do I hoard it. Thank y' all so much. We got reborn. Hold.
Reformed horrors, everyone. Oh, my goodness. We have so many remarkable stories tonight. Some are kinky, some are beautiful. They're all over the map. I wanted to tell a little anecdote right at the start to get us kicked off here. You know, some people raise their eyebrows when they learn that I am mostly into younger guys. I was very much into guys who were my age when I was in my 20s. And then when I moved on into my 30s and 40s, it just kind of stayed that way. And when people are giving me a hard time about this, they always say the same thing. They say, but, Kevin, guys in their 20s are so dumb. And I think that's unfair. That doesn't sit well with me because, in fact, I find that I have learned an awful lot from a lot of the younger guys that I've dated. I'll give you an example. About five years ago, I was scrolling through this hookup app called Scruff. Right? It's kind of like Grindr, but I guess for slightly scruffier guys. And I saw someone there who was just adorable. To me, he looked like. Actually, he looked uncannily like Justin Bieber. But don't stop listening, because he also looked intelligent. Somehow both of those things were happening at the same time. Like, he looked like a version of Justin Bieber who would actually. Actually know how to eat a burrito. So I get very interested in him. And as I'm looking at his profile, I can see that he's trans as well. We'll call him Mike now. I became very interested because a couple of months prior, I had been at this kink camp event where I developed a huge crush on a trans guy. But I had never been with a trans person before. So it was all so new to me that I became so nervous and shy that for the entire four days of that kink camp, I could not bring myself to say hello to that fella. So I was like, fuck it, Kevin. Don't let that bullshit happen again. Say hello. And of course, it's a lot easier on an app, right? So I said hello, and the two of us start talking. And sure enough, he is very smart and also very direct. He says, listen, couple of things you should know about me. I am a very dominant guy, and I like mind fucking. He said, I like to take older guys and kind of put them through an ordeal. Well, I. I wasn't sure whether that was up my alley or not, but when someone is adorable, I become very flexible. So the second thing he said was, and, you know, I hope you've read my profile, you know, that I am trans. I should tell you, I have had top surgery. But down below, everything is the same as when I was born. I do not call it my vagina. I call it my front hole. And if you want to play with me, you are going to have to get up close and personal with that realm. And I said, okay, let me be honest with you. I have been having sex for decades, lots and lots and lots of it, but I have never been up close and personal with that area, with that organ. And so it will be very, very new for me. But I'm game. So I decided, why don't we have a dinner date first? Because, you know, when someone says, I want to put you through an ordeal, it's a good idea to suss things out first, right? So we have this dinner date, and my gosh, it was so exciting. We were just geeking out. Turns out he really was quite insightful and very, very experienced. He was going off with me about all these various sexual activities and kinks that he had tried or he'd like to try. And eventually the conversation got around to, you know, more extreme stuff that either one of us or both of us had never tried or were not sure if we'd ever tried. So I think I brought up something like scat play or something like that. And I said, how about that? And he said to me, well, I'll try anything twice. And that really struck me. I was like, holy shit, this guy is like the little Buddha of bdsm. Because that seemed so wise to me, I said, you know what? The first time I tried water sports, it was incredible. I was with this guy who I guess was extremely, well, hydrated. And I was just instantly in heaven. I didn't know what I'd think of it, but I ended up loving it. I must have drank a half a gallon of his pee that day. But the second time I did water sports, it was with a guy who I was not aware had had asparagus for lunch. And when that stuff hit my tongue, I took him by the waist and hurled him across the room like the girl in the Exorcist does to her mother. Hurled him across the room. He bounced off a wall. I was mortified, and he was mortified. I was just apologizing, apologizing, apologizing for having ruined everything. But of course, I was not gonna drink that asparagus pee. So that's why it struck me as being so wise that Mike had said, I'll try anything. Because if my water sports experiences had happened in reverse, I would not be the piss pig that I am today. I now know that you should always negotiate with someone earlier in the day. Hold the asparagus. So the date was fantastic. And then a couple days later, the day finally came for us to play. Now, Mike really lived up to his fucking threat, okay? One of the first things he had, you know, he had blindfolded, you know, hands tied behind the back, all that thing. But he had me kneeling on rice on a hardwood floor. I'm like, we've gone directly to Baghdad here. He tied his boots to my wrist and had me holding it like this, like in a crucifixion pose, until there were tears streaming down my eyes. He got me on all fours on the bed and had this giant flogger. And it was not rhythmic flogging. It was not meditative flogging, my friends. He was just whipping the holy crap out of me. Then he would stop for a split second and quiz me with a question, like, why is Generation X so arrogant? And it's very hard to come up with the right answer when you're in such pain. So if I couldn't answer his quiz questions appropriately, he'd just flogged me all the harder. I was like, oh, my gosh. I don't know if this is working for me, but, you know, I'm trying to be as game as possible now. Now the pants start coming off, right? And I'm like, oh, my God. Oh, my God. What kind of Marquis de Sade sort of thing is gonna happen now? You know, Is my first encounter with a vulva gonna be, like, the passion of the crowd?
Dixie De La Tour
But.
Kevin Allison
But no, no. When the pants came off, Everything changed profoundly. His tone, his energy. He literally went into aftercare mode. He was caressing my head. He got me some water to drink, calming me down, brought me into bed, and he laid back in bed, and he said very gently, now, I want you to eat me out, but I'm going to teach you what all the parts are and exactly how it should be done. So everyone knows that I am very, very, very experienced with analingus. So when we'd been negotiating about this on the app, I was like, what's the difference? But now that I was five inches from his front hole, as he called it, I was like, oh, my God. This is like the first time I ordered a whole lobster at the restaurant, where she was like, wait, what the fuck do I do with all this? Is all of this safe to eat? But sure enough, he walked me. You know, he was so encouraging, and he was so patient. It was like being with a sex educator, but one who is incredibly hands on. No, he was like, okay, this is the glans of the clitoris, and here's the labia. And it's best if you suck this part rather lightly and then run your tongue north to south on this part. It was just so relaxing that I just felt like I was just being taken such good care of for this incredibly new thing for me that I just kind of loved it. I was kind of loving the learning. I was very unsure as to how exactly I was doing from moment to moment, but eventually, I proved to be at least good enough to bring things to a satisfying conclusion for him. And that was amazing. I was just like, holy cow.
We made that happen.
So we lay back in bed together, and now we're just kind of, like, holding each other and just kind of unpacking what had happened. And that's when he said something to me that threw me a little bit. He said, you know, I noticed you didn't have an erection, and I take it that means you didn't like it. And now it was time for me to share some of my wisdom. The wisdom of age. I said, oh, no, Mike, listen, people make way, way, way too big a deal about the whole idea of getting an erection and then maintaining an erection and working your way toward org and then ejaculating semen all over the fucking place, when, in fact, none of that is necessary. I said, I just had the most fascinating, the most unforgettable, the most wonderful, and, yes, the most hot time with you right here, so don't you worry about that at all. And he said, okay. Good. Yeah. Lesson learned. And then he said, but would you try it again? And I said, well, that's what you taught me. I'll try anything twice. Oh, my goodness gracious. Thank you so much. I am so. I am so happy to bring our first storyteller up to the stage. He's one of our favorites. He's done so many. This is his fifth time, I think, being up on a Risk stage. He's even been on this one before here at the Bell House. He is currently touring two different solo shows. I favor My daddy awarded best bet at the 2018 New York International Fringe Festival and the multi award winning Dangerous When Wet.
Jamie Brickos
Boo.
Kevin Allison
Sex and My Mother, based on his critically acclaimed memoir. And he said he is rock hard to be making his fifth Risk live show appearance. Please welcome to the stage, Jamie Brickos. Wow.
Jamie Brickos
I saw some of you earlier and it's a hot, kinky crowd out there tonight. But, you know, I miss the old days of picking up a guy face to face in person before Grindr and Scruff took over. I mean, you know, supposedly now with those apps, you're supposed to know exactly what you're getting before you get it. You know, the labels, top, bottom, verse. Yeah, right. Water sports, S and m, nip play, etc. But in the old days, you figured all that stuff out as you went along. That was part of the adventure. But I did find out that it was smarter to negotiate what you want up front. So back in the last century.
Kevin Allison
Yeah.
Jamie Brickos
One yummy Saturday afternoon. It was the first hot day of summer and I had nothing to do except the possibility of sex with a new stranger. So I go out for a stroll and I think, you know, I'm gonna do a little daytime drinking to start things off. And I go into my bar of choice at that time, the works. This was on the Upper west side. That bar is long gone. It has been replaced by a children's clothing store. That's just about right for the Upper west side these days. So I walk into the bar. From the glare of the sunny day into that dark cave. And there's the cool hum of air conditioning. And as my eyes become adjusted to the gloom, to my delight, I see there are a few delightful possibilities scattered about. But I choose to sit at the bar next to an impossibility. That is a guy who's super hot and out of my league. He looks like a pint sized George Clooney, the way George Clooney would have looked in those days. So he's younger, he's hotter he's on that TV show er. But even better for me, and much hotter for me is that he looked like my old college pal Chris. And Chris, everybody wanted to sleep with Chris. And he was a good friend of mine. And I was so mad that I never did seal the deal with him, even when I had the chance once. But I thought, no, I don't want to mess up our friendship. That was back in the days when I still had morals. Now, I, even in my youth, was never hot. I was cute. But I had a lot of sex, and I could seal the deal most of the time because of my willingness and my enthusiasm. I was like a cabaret performer who doesn't really sing, but he can sell a song through personality. So I order my drink. Beefeater gin martini, up dry with a twist. Impossible. Next to me has already got his Rolling Rock beer. And he's, you know, olive complexion, just starting to tan. And he has a navy blue Izod and khaki shorts. And I'm in shorts. And I get my martini and I take my first long, deep sip, and I look over my glass at him. And then he mirrors me and pulls on the neck of his beer as he takes a swig. And then we start the banter. Hey. What's up? How are you? My name's Jamie. What's your name? Oh, I'm Brian. What are you up to? Oh, nothing much. Just looking for some fun. What kind of fun? Um, sex. I told you, I'm enthusiastic. And as I say that, I give my martini a rim job. I go over. I go over it with my index finger like this, and then his knee starts to press into my bare knee. And he says, well, what kind of sex? What are you into? And I said, well, I don't know. I just like sex. And, you know, I live just two blocks from here. Now, convenience is another factor if you want to seal the deal. Because I'm telling you right now, if there's a guy next to you who's hotter than you, but you live two blocks away and he lives in another borough, you're gonna win. So he says, oh, yeah, just two blocks, huh? And I said, yeah. And he says, well, what are you into? I said, you know, I just like to have a good time. And he said, well, like, what's your wildest fantasy? Now, I've never been into kink. It's not something I seek out. However, I am a people pleaser. I'm compliant. So, you know, if you want me to fistfuck you, I'll Fist fuck you. Which I did. I've done it multiple times, but the first time I did it was when I was in college, and I picked up this guy at a bar. And then we're having sex in the back seat of my car, and he asked me to stick a couple of fingers up there. And then two fingers became three, fingers became four became a whole fist. And I almost lost my high school class ring. And I made the mistake, during a game of Truth or Dare, of telling my friends about this, which forever earned me the nickname puppet man. So. And if you want me to pee on you, I'll pee on you. Just don't pee on me, okay? Kevin will talk later. And in fact, I'll even can my piss, if that's what you want. When I came out of a sex club in San Francisco, blow buddies and I had my fun. So I go up to the clothes check guy and I hand him my ticket, and he's drinking an o' doules beer. I said, oh, you know, hold on, I'll be right back. I've got a pee. He smiles, he says, really bad. I said, yeah. And he chugs the rest of that o', doules, and he hands me the can. Do me a favor, buddy, pee into that. So I did, and he drank it. I told you, I'm a people pleaser. And if you want me to be a wayward runaway teenage boy to your priest, Father Ritter, I'm your guy. That was a game that my common law husband Michael and I used to play in our early relationship. And now, before you get icked out about the whole priest teenage thing, you know, the whole fun of role play is to do something forbidden that might even be illegal in the real world. But we were consenting adults, and we usually played it while taking. Taking a bath together. And he would say, hey, kid, it must feel good to have a nice hot bath after hitchhiking those highways for all that time. And I'd say, yeah, it sure does, Father. It feels real good. And that feels good, too. And then we get out of the bathtub and we'd have our own hot sex. So I turned back to my new friend Brian, and I said, well, you asked the question, so I'll bet you have a fantasy in mind. He says, yeah, I do. I said, all right, come on, give it up. He says, well, growing up, my best friend was Jimmy. Well, little Jimmy, everybody called him that because his daddy was Big Jimmy. And we lived down the street from each other, and we used to play at each other's. Houses. And we would just, you know, we would walk in and we'd never knock on the door and. Because that's how close we were. And I always had a big crush on him. And I don't know if little Jimmy felt the same way or even knew it, but when I was in junior high, one afternoon I go over to his house and I walk through the back kitchen door like I normally did. And I, I said hello to little Jimmy's mom and she says hi. And I says, little Jimmy home? And she says, yeah, he's upstairs in his bedroom. Go on up. I says, thanks, and I go upstairs and I'm like, yeah. And his door is shut, but it's just cracked open. Uh huh. And I push open the door. Yeah. And there's little Jimmy. What's he doing now when Brian is telling me this? He's not looking at me, he's looking just past me and his eyes are glazed over and he's almost in a trance. And I have to tell you, it's turning me on, watching him getting turned on by this old childhood memory. And even though he's not looking at me, he's pressing that bare knee harder into mine. I said, so, go on. So there's little Jimmy, and he's on the bed. What's he doing? Well, his bare butt is in the air and his pants and his underwear are tangled up around his ankles and he's humping his pillow. Oh, that's hot. So I stood there for a second and then I said, little Jimmy. And he turned around and he looked over his left shoulder at me and he was beet red. And he said, hey, buddy, you caught me. And I said, yeah, I did, little Jimmy. Then what'd you do? Well, then I walked up to the front of the bed and I think I'm pretty hard. And I said, yeah, I'm pretty hard right now too. And I got on top of the bed in my knees, and little Jimmy reached over to my groin. I said, that's pretty hot. I said, so do you want to replay that little story? He says, yeah, man, are you up for it? I said, yeah. I said, now let me guess, I'm little Jimmy, right? He said, yeah. I said, well, all right. I said, give me a five minute head start. I'll run back to my apartment. And by the way, you're in luck because I live in a duplex, so my bedroom is a flight up, so you're gonna get to walk up the stairs. So it's gonna be even that Much more real. It's gonna be authentic. So I give him my address and I gulp down the rest of that martini and I sprint those two blocks to my apartment faster than Jesse Owens. And I live in a five floor walk up and I run up those stairs two stairs at a time. And I am so pumped on the adrenaline of anticipation, my heart is beating faster than Thumper, the rabbit's hind foot. And I get into my apartment and I race upstairs to the bedroom and I unmake the bed and I put the humping pillow in place. And then I go downstairs and I wait by the buzzer. And while I'm waiting, I'm anticipating how we're gonna play out the whole little Jimmy thing and what his cock might be like. And then I'm thinking I'm finally gonna get to have sex with College Chris with his doppelganger. And there was a time when I. There was one afternoon with College Chris when we were freshmen, when we almost did it. We were studying for some sex and ethics course and we veered off into a tangent about our first time. And then we just locked eyes and we held the moment for a few seconds and we smiled. And all I had to do was get off my bed and walk to him where he was sitting in the desk chair. And we would have done it. But idiot that I am, I broke the moment and I said, I don't think we ought to. We're too good of friends. And I've regretted it ever since, but I'm finally going to get him through Brian. So I'm standing there and I'm waiting and I'm waiting and I'm waiting and I'm like, he's not coming. He just played me for a fool. Or worse, a hotter guy saddled up into the bar next to him after I left, who lives a block closer? And then the buzzer. Oh, thank God. I buzz him in without saying anything. And then I run upstairs and I get on the bed and I push down my shorts and my underwear and I tangle them up real nice around my ankles. And then I start humping the pillow. But I've really never been a pillow humper. It just doesn't work for me. So I kind of cheat and I lie on my back and I get myself all excited and ready that way until I. I hear him open the door downstairs. And then I go back to the pillow and I'm humping that pillow and I'm looking at my headboard, my head's going in and out, in and out. Like this. And I hear him open the door and shut the door. And then I hear him say hello to little Jimmy's mother. And then I hear him ask if little Jimmy is at home. And then I hear him say, okay, thanks, I'll go on up. And as my head is going in and out, looking at the headboard, I'm thinking, wow, he really knows this story, verbatim. And he is playing it down to the last inch. And then I hear him coming up the stairs slowly, one step at a time. And with each step, I'm getting harder. And then he reaches the top of the stairs and he pushes open the door. And after a couple of seconds, I hear little Jimmy. And I look over my shoulder, almost in slow motion, and I know my face is beet red, not from embarrassment, but from that Martini and racing those two blocks and running up those five flights of stairs. And I look at him and I say, oh, buddy, you caught me. And he says, yeah, I did. And then he walks up to the bed, and he gets onto the bed with his tenting crotch, and he's on the bed on his knees, and I reach over and I start to unzip his shorts, and he kind of pulls back, and then I go further and I unzip the shorts, and there are his tighty whities. And I pull out his beautiful fat cock. And I want to say, hold the bond, mustard on the side. And then I do a head lunge towards his groin. And then he stands up off the bed, and I'm like, but, but. And then he pulls up his pants and his underpants, and then he stuffs that kielbasa that's quickly becoming a Vienna sausage into his tighty whities. And he zips up his shorts. And I said, hey, what are you doing? And he said, thanks, buddy, that was great. And I said, but wait, aren't we going to make our own fantasy now? And he said, no, that was it. You did a good job. That was it. I don't say that. I think that because I'm so. I'm in shock. And he leaves. And I am lying on the bed, draped over the humping pillow like a deflated balloon. And I hear him go down the stairs, and I hear him open and close the door. He doesn't bother to say goodbye to little Jimmy's mother, which I think is rude. And then I'm thinking, this guy is in a rut. You know, I had been patting myself on the back that maybe I was hotter than I think because I landed this guy. But it didn't matter if I looked like Brad Pitt or Steve Buscemi. It was all about willing to play the game, do the story. And then I wonder if there are other Little Jimmy victims like me out there and I want to find them and start a support group. And I wanted to say, what about my fantasy? I wanted College Chris. But then of course, I didn't tell him that's what I wanted. I didn't negotiate beforehand. If I had been smart, I would have said, you know what? I'll trade you a little Jimmy for a College Chris. So now these days, of course, I'm on the apps. I mean, it's the only way to get laid. And I don't drink anymore. So the idea of hanging out at a bar and nursing an odule is not appealing to me for many reasons. But those apps, they tell you a lot. But I don't think there's one category on there that says needs to relive childhood fantasy over and over and over. So what do I want? Well, let's just start with tonight, besides rapturous applause from you people.
Kevin Allison
All right.
Woo.
Jamie Brickos
Wow, that worked.
Dixie De La Tour
Yes.
Jamie Brickos
I saw a hot guy at the back of the bar over there who looked a lot like College Chris. And here's what I want. I want him to take me home, feed me an o' doula sans piss, thank you very much. And I want him to fuck me. And when he fucks me, I want him to call me Little Jimmy while I scream college grass.
Kevin Allison
Thank you. Thank you. You know how stuff like when you.
Dixie De La Tour
Do a shout out, people are just like, I really want to help.
Kevin Allison
I've been sitting in the audience.
Dixie De La Tour
I don't have anything to do but.
Kevin Allison
Listen to amazing stories.
Dixie De La Tour
Jamie just gave a shout out to make something happen. And it is guaranteed to happen tonight. I know it. And I'm still kind of shocked because that was essentially our first storyteller for.
Kevin Allison
The night and we kind of have.
Dixie De La Tour
A rule up body that the first storyteller doesn't talk about fisting.
Kevin Allison
Because it's.
Dixie De La Tour
Kind of like calling out all the other perverts. And suddenly every single person in the.
Kevin Allison
Show is like, did I mention there was some fisting? Like everybody has fisting.
Dixie De La Tour
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Fancy Feast
Oh, hi. I'm a burlesque performer, which means I've been taking off my clothes for money for seven years. Not a lot of money, but seven long years. And one day I got a phone call from a producer who was creating a private immersive party event and wanted to hire me as an atmosphere performer. When you're an atmosphere performer, that's kind of like if you've ever been to the Ren Faire, there's like assorted troubadours who just kind of are like, oh, I'm a lady me, except for rich people. And she said, oh, so the party is going to be loosely themed around the seven deadly sins. And she kind of paused for a moment. She's like, can you portray the sin of gluttony? No offense, it's not personal, but it totally is. So for those of you who are out there in radio land, who can't see me, I am fat. And the idea of being gluttony is something that I have tried to escape my entire life. The idea that if I'm not on the mic, I'm backstage shoving food roll ups in my face and I don't even know what. There's this fear of assuming the stereotype, of confirming that belief for people. And it's gotten to the point where although I have done so many years of self work and self love and self care, it is just easier not to eat in public because I often get comments from people. So if I'm eating something that they perceive as healthy, like I had mango with chili and lime from one of those street carts and some lady walked past me and was like, that's a healthy choice. Good job, bitch. It's fucking mango. It's delicious. But if I'm eating a snack, like if I'm having ice cream, someone will walk past and go, oh, you know, that goes right to the herbs. My sister's like, you. And you know, she did this program, like, I hear that shit all the time. But then I remember the voice of my mentor, Rosewood, who was an amazing shock artist. And she said, not everybody gets to be a princess. Some people are going to be monsters. And it is a very generous act to be a monster for somebody. So the party itself was kind of like the planet from Avatar. It was a little Pandora ish. There were bioluminescent stuff and like fake plants hanging from the ceiling. It was very lush. I said yes, by the way, in case you're wondering. Sorry. I said yes. Fuck yeah. I was like, how much does it pay? Got it. I'll do it. Honey needs money. The party was super dense and lush and there was drum and bass music. And for the first half of the night, I had selected an outfit that I thought was kind of the Dionysian idea of excess. So I had a long gold fringe skirt and I slathered my body in glitter lotion and I put paper pasties on my nipples. And in my hair, I wore plastic fruit with rhinestones on it. I was placed on top of the bar and my job was to just lay on the bar and greet people as they came in. And I had an enormous silver tray with grapes on it. So my whole job, just to feed people grapes. As they came in, the clientele start trickling in, and everybody is extremely expensive. And the women look glamorous, and they are wearing tasteful things with, like, maybe there's this one crate. They're like, oh, I have earrings. Crazy, you know? And the men are all in these very nice suits. And everybody looks so rich and so fucking miserable to be there. And I am their welcome wagon on top of the bar. So I muster the courage to say, while you wait for your craft cocktail, would you care for a fruit snack? And surprisingly, people warm to me. They're starting to eat, to interact. I have one dude come up to me, and he's like, oh, yeah, can I get you for my Snapchat? It was very welcoming of him. And there's a couple of guys who are just kind of hanging out by the bar because they probably feel as awkward as I do. And one of them hands me his vape pen. And as I'm taking long puffs from it, he asks, so, what's it like to be hot for a living? And I look at him in the eye, blows smoke or vapor into his face, and I say, it's fucking boring. Why don't you buy me a drink? I threw the drink away. I don't care. I just wanted him to spend a little money. And so the party. I don't know if you've ever been to rich people parties, but I've done a couple of them at this point, and they all kind of get to this, like, dystopian kind of messy place at a certain. Like, no matter if they start off at, like, a luncheon, they always kind of end up in this, like, Fall of Rome destruction place. People are going into the bathroom three or four at a time, and they're not closing the doors. I look at a guy, and I'm like, he is just smelling his phone. I don't know what the fuck that is, Just smelling it. Until I was like, cocaine? Yes, cocaine. Cocaine. That's what he's doing. And so I feel very fortunate to be above it all on top of the bar, where I can just sort of watch and observe. And that's when a production assistant taps me and is like, okay, we're gonna take a quick break. We're gonna be changing into the second half of the evening. So I get whisked away to the backstage. The second half of the night. They were like, just base your costume loosely on Hieronymous Ms. Bosch's painting the Garden of Earthly Delights. A style guide. I don't know if you've ever seen it. It's like, it's a completely whacked out painting from, like, the year 1500. And everybody in it is naked. Completely naked, except for, like, some people have bird heads and some people are getting, like, pitchforked by, like, a scorpion man with his butt out. So I didn't bring a second. I was like, the body is the look. So I take off the fringe and the pasties and I remove the fruit from my hair. But I feel underdressed. So I ask my friend if I can borrow a few lengths of her black nylon rope and I tie a body harness around myself and I'm like, that's tasteful. It's black. It's New York. And the production assistant is like, okay, cool. So here is your prop for the second half of the evening. So we've switched from, like, oh, indulgent, fun, sin stuff into like, heavy sort of like, intensities of the consequences of living so poorly or whatever the fuck. So my prop is a shuddering, glistening, enormous Boston cream cake. And my job for this half of the party is to walk around and see if I can feed people bites of the cake. So I take one step out from the backstage and I instantly recognize the situation from many of my adolescent nightmares. I am the only naked person at the party. Everyone's still wearing their fancy suits, but now I'm seeing them at, like, cockroach eye level. You know, there's no bird's eye view. I'm not on top of the bar. I'm not a radiant goddess with my grapes. I am myself. I am five foot one and there's something sticky on the floor and I don't want to know what it is. So I'm walking around and asking, oh, would you like a bite of. No. Would you like a bite of. Oh, okay, I'm sorry. And around me there are other performers. So there's one guy who is dragging lighter fluid soaked wands across people's skin and igniting them. So there's little bursts, bursts of flame everywhere. There is a woman in a chair with a knife slicing her mouth open and fake blood is just dripping down her face and her body. My friend has a giant python fantasia and is walking around with her and just kind of showing her off. And then there's a performer who is dressed in a paper mache pig mask who's on a high platform admiring herself in a mirror. And then there's a dominatrix in A cage in the basement, screaming and dragging people in and beating them. And then there's me. Do you want some cake? No. Do you want cake? No. Okay. And in the dungeon area of the sin themed party, a man in a Paul Smith suit tells me that he is on a clamor. Motherfucker. I turn and I look at a couple and offer them the cake. And they're like, oh, sorry, we're really trying not to do the gluten thing. And I turn and I find some guy who's like, you know, trying to suck on a performer's tit. And I'm like. And he's like, I already drank my calories in champagne tonight. And I look around and I notice that people are not making eye contact with me. And I feel strangely and inexplicably invisible. And this thing happens where I kind of just exit my body for a second. I feel my face get hot, and then I don't feel anything. And I'm above myself watching myself fail at this. And I feel so alone. But I still have the rest of my shift, so I decide to just pivot. I'm like, I can't do this anymore because this feels fucking terrible. So I leave the dungeon. I go back to the main floor, and I find a black leather chaise, and I lie down on it and I set the cake next to it. And I look at the cake and I just. I just decide to put my finger right on its meniscus. And then I penetrate it and I pull the cake out, just frosting and crumbs. And it makes a slow arc in its trajectory into my mouth. And I decide in that moment that gluttony has decided that this is the best fun thing she's ever had in her life. So I amp up the pleasure that is going through my body as I eat. And I am refusing to break eye contact with the people who have noticed what I'm doing. I am watching them watch me. And I take another bite of that fucking cake. And the cake is so yummy. And by then, people have started to gather around me and they are watching me. And I can't tell if they're looking at me or the cake or my body or if. Seems like some of them are. Like, whenever I swallow, they seem like they're swallowing. And I'm like, are they trying to eat? Do you want to fuck me? Be me. Eat me. What's happening? And a man in a black angel wings with a mask on goes from standing to then on his knees and starts Crawling towards me. And he asks, can I feed you? And I say, you may. And he grabs a handful of the cake and extends his hand towards me. And I grab him by the wrist and I suck the cake off of his palm and lick his fingers and stare him in the eyes and say thank you. And it's kind of the walking dead now. People are really honing in on me a little bit and. And I see a woman who is maybe the next fattest person to me in the room. Cause she's like a size 8. Gasp. And she looks like she's near tears. And I'm wondering if she is also feeling invisible in the room. That night, the man in the angel wings leaves and another man has taken his place. And he is wiping cake across my collarbone and licking and sucking it off. And you know, I'm writhing in pleasure and I'm like, yes. Oh, eat this. But in my head I'm like, he's eating so much of my body glitter. I hope that shit is non toxic. I'm starting to get kind of yucked out from how much sugar, like, cake really isn't my. I'm not really a cake person. It's not really my thing. And I'm also like. My immune system is like, pretty good. But I've been licking a lot of strangers tonight. I don't know, I don't know. Like, I start getting a little overwhelmed and I kind of go back into me mode. And me is completely just sort of above her pay grade in this moment. So I lie and I say that my shift is ending and that I need to go. And so I stand up and I pick up the rest of the cake and I beeline for the backstage. And as I'm leaving, I hear voices behind me and it's men saying, wait, stop, I didn't get to feed you yet.
Kevin Allison
Come back.
Fancy Feast
You need to have more. Go to the backstage, shut the door, spit out the cake, drink some water, wash my face. And in that moment, I felt so full. And I don't just mean of cake because as I got to, I realized that I got paid to be at a place that they had to pay to go to. And that they had to continue to be whoever it was that they were. And that whatever they were hungry for, whatever they were not able to give themselves voice to whatever kind of appetites that they had been rejecting, I was able to just breeze through it, collect my check, and go. So sometimes it is is very generous to be a monster, and sometimes it is a very generous thing to Feed one. Thank you.
Kevin Allison
Fancy bees.
It's very hard to subtly walk out on stage with this. I want to tell you a little something about this toy. You know, a lot of stories that have been shared on Risk don't end up making it to the podcast for all kinds of reasons. But the worst reason is that some of them get lost because recording equipment goes wrong or computers crash or something like that. And so it amazes me how often I think back on the ones that got away. Like, there was this one story that a dominatrix once shared at me. She came over to my apartment and shared this story. She said that when she started doing dominatrix work, she got a call from this man who said, I want you to hit me. Hit me in the face. I want you to beat the fuck out of me. And when he came on over, she was surprised to find that he was a Hasidic man. You know, he was all dressed up in the ultra orthodox Jewish garb and everything. And she was like, oh, wow, this is intense. You know, this is against his religion, and he's doing this. So she's like, okay, but he told me everything he wants. So she just started the whole session out by whacking him in the face, and his eye popped out. It was not a fake eye. It was his eye hanging by the ocular nerves. And she's like, now my job is to take this man to the hospital that when we lost that motherfucker. There was also Sierra Lynch. Sierra lynch once told the story, she sells stuff online. She'll sell her used panties or her used bras or whatever. And one time she told the story about getting involved with this one man. Emails back and forth, and it just became very intense. And what he wanted, she ended up selling him for $4,000. One Tupperware bowl full of her feces, One bowel movement for $4,000. I was like, wait a minute. How do I get into that line of work? But no, she. So we lost that story. But Ciara did come on the podcast recently to try to advertise the things she sells, and I was so impressed. She calls that. She still offers that item for sale, but she calls it booty caviar. I think that's good marketing. But years ago, I was all convinced that I had to buy myself as many new and fabulous sex toys as I possibly, possibly could. And people had talked about the legendary NJOY 11. The NJOY Company makes all of their products out of stainless steel. So this motherfucker is $300. It's three pounds. And it's solid stainless steel. And for something that expensive, it's a difficult thing to to realize. I purchased considering that I cannot handle this going up my butt and rarely meet anyone who can. But I was once stopped by a TSA agent I was going out to going out to San Francisco. So I was like, I better bring the 11. They were like, no. Is this you can ask? Absolutely. Kill someone with this thing. So a few years ago, a story was told on the show that we unfortunately lost. It was in Reno, Nevada. It was a dominatrix who stared. The dominatrixes have some stories, my friends. She shared this story about a client who contacted her and he said he was raised devoutly Christian. Now, you might have already noticed if you listen to Risk, like whenever the story starts with, with I was raised devoutly Christian, it's gonna be a shit show. So this guy comes to her and talks about how much shame and guilt and all that. And somehow he makes clear to her that Satan throughout all his childhood was very real to him. Like a very dangerous, real threat that might be lurking anywhere and might grab him and do terrible things to him. So. So she didn't even negotiate this with him. She was a mind fucker. So she was like, I know what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna tie this guy up and blindfold him and I'm gonna be Satan for him. She got herself a voice box, and so she made her voice sound like this. And she got herself like a flamethrower. So she's throwing flames all around him. It was insane. Insane. And he was truly terrified. Well, she came to a point in the story that always stops me in my tracks, because she said, and of course, everyone knows that Satan has a cock made of ice. And I'm like, wait a minute. I was raised devoutly Christian. I guess my mom and the nuns, they forgot to bring up Satan being made out of ice. But she was convinced that that is the way the story goes. So what a lot of people don't know about these NJOY toys is you can make them a lot more intense if you heat them up or cool them down. So this lady had made the decision to leave this fucker in the freezer overnight, but Sorshi pulled it out and stuck it up this poor son of a bitch's butt. He broke the bonds, he broke out of the restraints, fell off the furniture, was screaming and yelling. She started freaking out. It was a total, total meltdown. And she completely regretted it. And ever since then, whenever I look at this thing, I think to myself, you know, how come no one has ever written a song about this? How come no one has ever made up a song about an ice dick? Oh, my gosh, everyone, it's JC Cassis, the producer of the show, and Josh Nova. Let me get out of their way. They have a song about an ice dick.
Hello, everybody. We're J.C. cassis and Josh Nova. We do, in fact, have a song called Ice Dick. And somehow it's not about freezing an 11 and shoving it up someone's ass. What it is about is, it's a new term for getting the cold shoulder from a hot guy who thinks he's too good for you.
Dixie De La Tour
But it's way worse than the cold shoulder.
Kevin Allison
Way worse than the cold shoulder. It's the ice dick. So this song is a lot of fun to sing. We're gonna sing it, and there's a few instances where the chorus happens. In fact, the chorus even starts the song. So listen carefully, because we'd love you guys to sing the last chorus with us. Can you guys do that? Yes. Okay. Okay, so this is Ice Stick.
Jamie Brickos
Enjoy.
Kevin Allison
Boy, why you giving me the ice stick? You got a nice stick, you shouldn't keep it to yourself Boy, why you thinking you that hot shit? You got an ice dick and one day it's gonna melt I like guys with big blue eyes yeah, just my type I, I know what I like I need a man who understands who gives a damn who comes to the party and knows how to dance oh, wait a sec Think he's checking me out Move a little closer to see what he's all about Closing out, he's shutting me down he's giving me the run around Boy, why you giving me the ice stick? You got a nice stick, you shouldn't keep it to yourself Boy, why you thinking you that hot shit? You got an ice dick and one day it's gonna melt Bust it up in here and I'm feeling so fly When a sexy little flexin baby boy caught my eye his shirt was tight and his skin had a glisten Getting hollered at all night but he ain't gonna listen I shoved my way through the girls and the boys to his ear I got near but to him it's just noise I never let myself get played out like that Take this hound to the pound cause I'm Bo busting out the cat Ow. Boy, why you giving me the ice stick? You got an ice dick you shouldn't keep it to yourself Boy, why you thinking you that hot shit you got an ice stick and one day it's gonna melt hey yo I got shot down I was iced out too had me begging on my knees now they black and blue what's a boy to do?
Jamie Brickos
Left alone in the club he ain't.
Kevin Allison
Lookin for love just some more free drugs if he ain't feeling us what the fuck does he want? Cause we know it ain't dick and we know it ain't cunt that's it, I quit I'm sick of this shit Looking for love and eyes dick, ice dick trendsetters go get us we better than this settle for an ice dick.
Go fuck that shit.
Boy why you giving me the ice stick? You got a nice stick you shouldn't keep it to yourself Boy why you thinking you that hot shit? You got an ice stick and one day it's gonna melt Everybody sing Boy why you giving me the ice stick? You got an ice dick you shouldn't keep it to your yourself Boy why you thinking you that hot? You got an ice stick and one day it's going to melt Boy why you giving me that ice stick?
Dixie De La Tour
So at the live show that you're listening to, a lot of people were waiting to say hi to me when I stepped off the stage at the end of the night. And as I hugged people hello and asked them and thanked them for driving all the way to come see me, they thanked me for coming to the east coast. And off to the side, there was one person who had that look in his eye. And I know that look. That look is I will wait as long as it takes because I have something important to say. And when I finally got to one and said hi, we had a conversation and he told me that he'd been working on an email but he hadn't been able to send it. And I said, you know how much I love getting emails from people who listen to the podcast. Please finish that email. And at 3 o' clock in the morning after I got home from the Risk Body storytelling show, the email came in. He showed me the email he'd started and how hadn't been able to finish. But since this was his first body storytelling, he had a lot more to say and I'm going to read you his email. Hi Dixie, thank you so much for all you have done to bring into the light not just our stories but also our lives, our traditions, our touchstones, our culture. What you do is meaningful in a way. I have a hard time explaining to the not quite as sex positive as you, you and me, when we dare talk about our sex lives, when we say we shall be seen, we must be seen. We are opening ourselves up to intimacies much deeper than mere romance. This is a sacred, divine, knee buckling place that you help create. That's where your show goes for me, that no other show goes and why I want you to keep doing it. To keep touching me deep inside every week. To place my weird, unacceptable to many self in this magical position. To simply witness, to see and acknowledge that this magic exists. That's what I wanted to say to you months ago when you spoke of the difficulty of producing a podcast in addition to your live shows. And then tonight you got up on stage, facilitator turned storyteller, the witness, becoming the witness. And you demonstrated perfectly and profoundly exactly what I wanted to tell you last summer. That stories about fucking and the people we fuck connect us, audience and storyteller, in truly profound ways that guide us to our best selves. I wanted to tell you that you are making this planet better by shepherding these stories to your audience. And then tonight, you blew me away 10 times as much by telling your own story. I am so grateful for your contribution to my life and I am even more delighted that I got to share that moment with you after the show on a night when you took an enormous risk. I will cherish that conversation always. I wish you could have been in the audience for just a second. You would have felt what I felt. Where everything fades away and it's just your voice and your splendor of red and white and black. Holding the mic, holding us in deep, silent embrace. You trusting us. We trusting you. You and sharing tears. I wish you could have seen all the tears. Please keep going. And if you ever find yourself in a dark place where you can't see how to keep this going, please reach out to me, if you can, as well as to your other listeners for encouragement and affirmation that your effort matters and that it is truly sacred. We will be there for you because you have opened our hearts. Some people are born storytelling, but I feel I was born to listen. Remember that as much as you have given the gift of a voice and venue to your storytellers, you have also given a gift to those of us who find it profound simply to witness. Profane and profound. I can't wait for the next episode. With much love, gratitude and admiration, Bob. So on next week's episode, you're going to to get to hear the story that I told. The story that Bob is talking about. And it was a hard one. It was why I do what I do. And I hope that you will write me a letter like Bob did and tell me about the experience of being a listener, hopefully someday an attendee. Because this is why I do this, to meet people in person, to share community, to take the stories we're told we're not supposed to talk about and to talk about them. Next week, you'll get to hear my story. You know how I talk to you about the live experience of body storytelling? Playing Bango, My Dirty Bingo game, having cocktails, sitting next to other people, telling your own stories? There is nothing like the live experience, the show that you're listening to right now on this episode. There was a woman who drove almost five hours to be at this show. She knew that I hadn't been to the east coast in a while and she was not gonna miss the live show experience. So I'm gonna tell you about upcoming body storytellings. I hope to see that I get to see your face at a show really soon on December 6th. That's any minute now. The theme is the Naughty Bits. I'm going to be in Seattle. It's my last Seattle show of the year. I'd love to see you there. These stories are really coming together and you're going to want to see it. It's so different seeing it live and in person. On December 13th. The theme is Happy Endings. Last show of the year in San Francisco. That's at the Verdi Club. I know I told you on the last episode that I had a show on January 10th. We had a slight date change on that. So it's going to be January 9th. That's going to be my next show in San Francisco, followed the week after. On January 17th, I'm going to be back in Seattle. And the theme is Shenanigans. If you'd like to pitch me for any of the shows, I'm DixieAudistorytelling.com Send me an email. I'll tell you how it works. I'd love to have you on my stage. I want to tell you that I've been working really hard and I think some things are starting to come together for touring. So there's a good chance I could be in your city in 2019. Fingers and toes and labia crossed. But till then, I want to give you a save the date. I'm not going to tell you what's happening yet, but on Sunday, February 3rd, I have a very special show, like once in a Lifetime. So it's going to be in San Francisco at the Verdi Club. Do not miss it. If you can possibly make it to San Francisco on February 3rd, there is going to be an evening you will never forget for the rest of your life. I hope that you'll be there. You can get tickets for any of these events@bawdistorytelling.com and thanks. I hope to see you soon. So this week I went down to Patreon here in San Francisco, and when I walked in, one of the staff went, oh, my God, I feel like I already know you because I watch your videos all the time. And she hugged me hello. I really like Patreon, you guys, and it's hard to ask you for help, but it's the way we keep this thing going. Patreon is a membership platform, a way to support the things that would not exist unless you supported them. NPR has people who support their radio and their TV shows. And Bawdi storytelling needs help, too. So if you go to patreon.com bawdy b, a w, D Y, you can give it whatever level you want. I'm working on brand new rewards on Patreon. It's something I'm putting a lot of time and attention into these days, and there's content there that you won't get anywhere else. It's a way for me to be connected to you, and you know I love that. So please go support us however you can. And thanks for listening. Hey there. I want to ask you for a very special favor. One of the things that you can do to help us grow this podcast is to share this episode with a friend. If every single person listening to this podcast shared it with one friend, then we double our audience, and that would mean huge things for Bodi. I have been plugging away at this for so long, and I still feel like people come up to me at every single show and go, how did I never know about this thing? You can help me change that. Share this episode with whomever you want. Tell them about it. Write us a review that helps us climb the algorithms and become bigger on itunes and other places. Writing a review, ranking us, sharing the episode, all those things mean that Bodi can grow. And if we grow, there's a really good chance we could come to your city. So you can help make that happen by doing just that. Share, review, rate, all the things. Thanks so much.
Jamie Brickos
Hey.
Kevin Allison
Hey.
Dixie De La Tour
It's time to say thank you. Thank you to the team that makes this podcast possible. Thank you to Marty Garcia, my podcast producer, Dana Hannah, my project manager, Joe Moore, my video producer and archivist David Grossoff, my sound engineer. Thank you. Thank you to you for listening to the Body Storytelling podcast. I'm going to be back really soon with part two of the live show Body Storytelling and Risk together in Brooklyn. The theme was pervert. Way more perverted antics coming up for you soon. Listen next week and we'll have even more of the Body Storytelling podcast. I'm sexual folklorist Dixie de La Tour. And thanks for listening.
Jamie Brickos
Listening.
Fancy Feast
And I feel just, like, so powerful. I'm, like, at the top of a roller coaster, and there's so much adrenaline. I'm like, yes, I am the top. And then I look down, and those lifetime guarantee clothes fins have, like, ripped off some of the flesh from the side. And I'm like, oh, that wasn't supposed to happen.
Date: December 5, 2018
Host: Dixie De La Tour
Special Guests: Kevin Allison (Risk! Podcast), Jamie Brickos, Fancy Feast, Reformed Whores, JC Cassis, Josh Nova
Theme: Pervert
Summary by [Your Name]
This electric, hilarious, and heartfelt live episode fuses Bawdy Storytelling with the acclaimed Risk! podcast, hosted by sexual folklorist Dixie De La Tour and her “redheaded pervert” counterpart Kevin Allison. Taped in Brooklyn, the show is a celebration of radical honesty, kink, sexual adventure, and the power of telling the stories most people are too shy to share. The night includes bold storytelling, original songs, burlesque, community moments, and lots of laughs — all with a sex-positive, inclusive spirit.
The episode bursts with irreverence, radical vulnerability, raunchy humor, and profound connection. The language is unfiltered, life-affirming, and both comic and poignant; nothing is too taboo, and every experience is met with curiosity and empathy. Dixie and Kevin make everyone — from seasoned kinksters to nervous newcomers — feel at home.
“You are making this planet better by shepherding these stories to your audience.” – Listener Bob (73:50)
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