Pierced Angel (4:13)

Mine are so big this itty bra.

Alison Moon (4:15)

Can barely contain them.

Dixie de la Tour (4:17)

Let's talk about our first storyteller, shall we? Pierced angel has seen the power of a fully armed and operational battle station. She would like you to know that her brother is coming with many Fremen warriors. She never has the money with her. If you throw her the idol, she will throw you the whip. She is a Mach 1 Plus attack helicopter. She has fled the Cylon tyranny. She was sentenced by a military court for a crime she didn't commit. She is the one the legend spoke of and she has true grit. Not only that, but if you've ever seen any of the amazing costumes that I've worn on stage, she's responsible for them. She dressed me for my freak wedding. She made the crazy made the crazy peacock headpiece that I Wore at the 12 year anniversary show. She made the unicorn headpiece you can see me wearing in body's size Queen video on our YouTube channel. She is a brilliant costumer and these are only her hobbies. One of the smartest people I have ever met and so uniquely herself that it will break you in half. Oh, and a final word before I play this story for you. The audio on this story is less than perfect. This is one of the oldest stories in the body storytelling archives, but I'd like to make it up to you. If you go to the show notes, you can watch the video. You can find out what all the screaming is about at the End of the video. And by the way, the surgeries that she talks about in this story, she has another one scheduled coming up later this year. Bigger and better, baby. This storyteller is Pierced Angel.

Pierced Angel (6:10)

So my story begins in 1978. I'm 12 and I live with my grandmother in Section 8 housing. These are the halcyon days. Drinking reconstituted powdered milk and playing Go Fish with my grandmother. And a deck of cards that only has 50 cards. I love her. God bless her. I'm not going to tell her. I'm a young woman. I'm young. I'm a girl on the verge of womanhood in the freewheeling keep on talking 1970s. Unfortunately, living with my grandmother has kept me in the 1950s time capsule, subsisting off a diet of carefully censored AM radio and television. I grow to love Bing Crosby, not the Bay City Rollers, and think Mamie Van Doren is the bee's knees, Marilyn Monroe is the cat's nightwear. And yet I did talk like this, which made it very uncomfortable at school because no one knew who or what I was talking about. But the bombshell above all bombshells that I wanted to be like, that I aspired to be, was Jane Mansfield. Yeah, I'd seen the movies. This was a woman who could melt whole blocks of ice simply by walking by. Milkman's eyeglasses cracked when she bent over to pick up her milk jug. It was Jane. And that girl could not help it. I posted pictures of her on my walls. I spent days doing the I must, I must, I must increase to my bust exercises, knowing that there would be a day when I would be the proud owner of a pair of sweets. My grandmother had ginormous Galongas. My mother had massive mammaries. And I knew it was not long before I would be the proud owner of a pair of blouse bunnies. So every day I did my exercises and I dreamed. I dreamed of Bronskis as big as watermelons. Magumbas as far as the I could see. Alas, this did not come to pass. What groom instead was my ass. And that was totally accidental, but kind of awesome. I was bootylicious. I was spectacular. I had more cushion for the pushing. There was much junk in my trunk. Nothing. I stopped flat. And an A. You see what I did there? Flat A. Okay, I give you gold, people. Come on. So I fought back the bitter tears of Boo presentment. And I vowed to live my life as best as I could without knowing the joys of Bodictious tatas straight. Give me a second. As I grew older, I learned to love my booty and the attention that was lavished upon it and the sweet nothings that were shouted at it as I passed by, which included things like that must be jam. Cause jelly don't shake like that. Or do fries come with that shake? My favorite being a. Is there a keg in your pants? Cause I'm not a damn. But deep in my heart of hearts, I longed for knockers. Then one day I had a vision on the side of a munibus. Snuggle pup finders it. That's right, bitches. There was a tite fairy and she lived at the corner of Van Ness and Washington. I set out on my journey and 40 minutes later, and two bus transfers later, I was at the golden gates of the medical building, established in 1942. Oh, great TTE fairy. I have often longed for boobs. Can you help me? Why, yes, of course I can. Just fill out this paperwork and upon credit approval, we can turn those honeydoughs into honeydews. So 20 pages of paperwork, three months of waiting, eight hours of surgery, two weeks of recovery, and countless Vicodin later, I was the proud owner of the most beautiful, perky, buoyant, enormous tits or handkerchief. Okay, sorry, but my story doesn't end there because unfortunately, once I had them, I needed to turn bigger. Much, much bigger. So I went back and traded up 1, 1, 2, 3, 4 times. I would like to introduce you to the twins, Scylla and Charybdis. Just look up whole French's mythology if you need a reference. Okay, some medical facts. Each boob contains 1600 cc's of liquid stream. That's about. About a liter and a half of soda pop per boob. I like to think of, you know, black cherry orange soda. But I invite all of you to think of your most refreshing boo. Each boob weighs three and a half pounds each, which means the minute I step on any scale, I get to subtract seven pounds. The best part about these boobs, this particular pair, is that I can add liquid to them whenever I want. Make them bigger. That's right. I have quartz underneath my armpits and I can shove a little tube in them and push in more saline at will. I can also take out saline, but honestly, that's not a function I'm ever going to use. Ignore that part. At one point, I actually did ask the doctor if it was possible for me to like, fill one with gin and one with tonic. Sort of like A camelback for luscious. The FDA frowned on masks. Doctor did say who liked where my head was at. So benefits of the twins. I don't get crumbs on my pants or skirts. Sort of like that crumb catcher in the toaster. You know, Married with children, the toaster leaving Sal in there. I have a place to keep my money, place to keep my notes. My feet rarely get wet when it rains, which is awesome. And the best part is now the Red Bull comes. If you need anybody to hold your red bul.

Alison Moon (14:33)

I got them heavy boobs Heavy boobs Dance like dying stars I got them heavy boobs Heavy boobs I can't run real fast.

Pierced Angel (14:41)

Let me break down what I just said. Each of my double D's has the volume of a toddler's head. Now bitching bout my boobies.

Alison Moon (14:50)

They look super flying shirts, but if I swung them in your face, you'd be like, oh my God, that hurts.

Dixie de la Tour (14:56)

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Dixie de la Tour (15:54)

Might as well ask, why is the tree good? Why is sunset good?

Alison Moon (15:57)

Why are boobs good, man?

Dixie de la Tour (16:00)

Okay, I've got another story for you. And this story has stuck with me for years. This was told on stage about five years ago. This story is from a dear friend who's an author, a podcaster, a sex educator, a theater geek, and she may be my favorite bawdy storyteller of all time. And we wrestled over this story because it wasn't her favorite, but it really moved me. I've promised that I'm gonna let her pick the next one, the next story of hers that's gonna be played on the Body Storytelling podcast because she has told for Body Storytelling Many, many times, for almost our entire 12 years. This storyteller is Alison Moon.

Pierced Angel (16:49)

One. One more time.

Alison Moon (16:54)

Get in there.

Dixie de la Tour (16:55)

All right, you ready?

Alison Moon (16:56)

Yeah, I'm ready.

Pierced Angel (17:08)

Hi.

Alison Moon (17:09)

Hi, everyone. Hello. Thank you. I'm going through a breakup right now. No, thank you. It's all right. It's fine. It's totally natural. We're growing apart. It's really just been a long time coming in a lot of ways. Actually, it's been almost 25 years. It all began back when I was nine years old. I was sitting outside of my classroom, my fourth grade classroom in South Florida, when my classmate comes up to me and goes, his name is Steven. I remember this. His name was Steven. He goes, I got Allison. He was a baby fag. That's one of those things that only occurs to you in retrospect when you're remembering the story before you actually tell it. Oh, my God, Alison. Your tits are so huge now. We were all nine years old, so your tits are so huge. It basically meant that I was the only fourth grader whose torso did not resemble a surfboard. It still hurt. A couple weeks later, my diving coach pulled me aside and suggested that I might be more interested in joining the swim team. Because at the rate that I was developing, I would probably be too tall to be a very excellent diver. And to be honest, Alison, the diving board is not the most comfortable place for a girl of your build. Yeah. I asked my mom for a bra, and she refused. She said that she had this belief in the persistence of the innocence of youth long after it had been served its eviction notice. See, for me, like for many girls, puberty felt like a betrayal. Because my body, which had been so tight and so strong and so vibrant, started feeling grotesque and monstrous. It started reminding me that I was fragile, that I was breakable, that there were consequences. So I started being more careful. And soon after, the hoots and the hollers and the catcalls came. They came before I entered middle school. And the guys cruising up on the side of the sidewalk offering their passenger seat in their cars started before I had my first kiss. I felt uncomfortable in the body that was suddenly forming around the core. That felt the same, right? So I started seeing my body only through the eyes of people who told me about my body. They told me, you don't look 14. You are not built like a swimmer. You should probably not wear that outfit unless you want boys to get the. The wrong idea. You should probably go home and change because you are a distraction to the boys in class. Yeah. So I learned to see myself through their eyes and not my own. Until I met someone when I was a teenager who saw me through eyes that I actually liked the way I looked. Young love, high school sweetheart. He was a good Christian boy. So we were part of the everything but school of sex, which is everything but penis and vagina sex. Not everything but sex. Different story, different body. So we spent a lot of time making out in the backseat, in the hallways, underneath bleachers, in the woods, in backyards, anywhere we could get our mouths and our hands on each other. And so we explored these long makeout sessions that just seemed to generate pleasure upon pleasure in a way that I have not yet experienced since right when you have nothing else on the table but what's happening up from here to here. It was fucking cool. We had a lot of fun. And I remember still, I will always remember the way he looked at me the first time he saw me topless. I was holding my hands on my breasts, holding back all of the shame and the sin that I was taught that I held in my body without giving consent to it. I held it back and he, the sweet 16 year old boy, just reached so gently to my hands and eagerly pulled them away and looked at me with such kind desire and such innocent eroticism. There was this beautiful look that was unencumbered by all of the cynicism of adulthood and experience. It was that newness that I have never experienced since. But I will take to my grave remembering the way he saw me that day. Beauty that I felt, that I finally possessed. And so breasts became the center of every makeout session from then on. It was the entree for every meal we shared together. And I learned to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm with him just touching me here. Bless his heart. Yeah, and it was fucking beautiful. And I learned to feel what had been. The parts of my body that felt the most shame. I learned to treat them with the way that created the most pleasure. And it was beautiful. But like young love, nothing really lasts. And I remember I went to college and I was making out with some boy and my roommate walked in and she saw me topless and she pointed and she laughed and she said, oh my God, it looks like you have udders. Fucking bitch.

Dixie de la Tour (23:35)

Right?

Alison Moon (23:37)

Yeah, but I don't know. Out of all the things that I had heard about my body, that one stuck, obviously. And I learned to see myself through other people's eyes again. And not only see myself that way, but did define myself that way. I defined myself that way because I would Hear people say, oh, Alison, the short brunette from Texas. No, no, no, the one with huge tits. Oh, right, that's me. Right? And I was an actress. I minored in theater. And I was cast as a man in a male role my senior year of college. And I loved it. It was a fun role to play. And my director, he was also a costume designer, and he brought me a binder. And he taught me how to smooth my breast tissue into a nice pectoral arc. And I put on the binder. I didn't even know that it existed until that point. And I put it on, and it was so tight and so constraining. But I loved the way I looked in the mirror. Wearing boxer briefs, my preferred underwear of choice, and this binder. And I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling again that youthful sense of utilitarianism, that economy of movement, that strength, that almost, but not quite invisibility, that invincibility of moving through the world without this yoke around my neck. It felt gorgeous. So I started wearing two sports bras at a time and wrapping myself with ACE bandages or maybe sometimes even duct tape. When I couldn't find the ACE bandage, I started wearing tight tank tops, upon which I would put a large flannel shirt. It was Ohio. I became a lesbian. It was fine, large flannel shirt, and it felt really good. I learned to tell guys when I had sex with them that I was really interested in just fucking. So we would breeze past the off ramp of breastplay, straight to penis vagina sex. I learned to tell them I didn't like having sex on top so I didn't have to deal with the bounce. I learned to keep my bra on because most people didn't care if I kept my bra on when I had sex. I learned all these beautiful things to keep myself enjoying sex and enjoying my body while hiding the shame that still was pressing down on my rib cage. Then I started dating women, and I found those moments of that kind of innocence of exploration coming back. It was this beautiful experience of when people wouldn't treat me as breasts, and Allison, they would treat me as Allison. All part of the package. I dated slim girls, and we had a lot of fun moments of pressing our naked chests together and kind of joking that like, oh, between the two of us, we have two perfectly average sets of breasts. It was fun. It was cute. Didn't last. I got into as a sex educator in sex positive community. I found my community. I got into orgies and I got into group sex, and I got into Kink. And I got into a lot of fun places where I could start to really feel comfortable claiming my own body. But I still always felt like this part of me was reserved for the people who could see me cry. And so I held on to this part of me and I didn't show it to people and I didn't let people enjoy me. Even though as a person who liked women, I started to love what I could feel when I created that kind of pleasure circuit with breasts. They were beautiful and lovely and I got it when I was with other people, but I couldn't ever share mine. And so we would have, like group sex and play parties, but I would always keep my bra on because I just didn't want them to be on the menu, you know? And we were having a sex party for a couple of friends of ours who were visiting from New York. Lesbian couple. And they were always like, again, like, super appreciative, loved, told me, oh, my God, your breasts are so beautiful. Which is something I've heard all my life. And I totally believe you when you do tell me that. But I don't see it when I look at myself, which I think is that kind of moment of like when people talk about dysphoria. Like, that's that moment. Like, I believe you. I don't think you're lying, but I just can't see it for myself, right? So they would tell me and they were like, oh, Alison, we're in town for only like two nights. Can we just please play with your tennis? And I'm like, okay. Like, I'm a great grown ass woman. I'm a sex educator. I am comfortable in my skin. It's been a while. Let's try it. So I'm at this orgy filled with my friends and my two lovely friends visiting from New York, and I'm like, okay, sure. And so I take off my bra and like, they kind of like latch on and they're like sucking and licking and I can feel the pleasure. I can feel that thing that I felt when in high school where I'm like, oh, my God, I could totally come from that. And then, almost like beckoned by the suction in their lips, I feel every moment from puberty onward. Every creeper honking at me on the street, every guy who accidentally brushed up against me at the bar, every co worker who couldn't tell where my eyes were, every girl who said, oh, my God, where did you get yours done? Every moment of negative, horrible shit. I felt it right then. And I Was kind of embarrassed about that because I didn't want it to be their fault. And so I said, okay, this is a lot for me. I need to. I push them off and I kind of enter this fugue state in which I'm like, I need to. And so I run upstairs to my room and I put on the most rib crushing bra that I have. And let me tell you, I have a couple. I put on the most rib crushing bra that I can, and some flannel pants or some flannel PJs. And I lie in my bed and I cry and I cry, feeling all of the shit that I'd felt since I was a kid, unable to control this society of mine that tells me that my body is grotesque. And so I'm like, oh, God, okay, I can do this. It's fine. It's not their fault. It's not anyone's fault. It's not even society's fault. It just is. And so I deal with it. And then a couple of months later, my friend, we try again. She's very pregnant and obsessed with boobs. She is just a boob fucking fiend. And I love her to death. And she's like, allison, can I please suck on your titties? And I'm like, oh, God, it didn't end well last time, but I'm willing to make another go. So she sucks on my tits. And I'm like, I close my eyes and I'm trying to get into it. I feel that pleasure, and then I feel the pain that comes right behind the pleasure. And that combination is what creates shame, right? Pleasure plus pain, plus all of that anxiety, creates shame. And so I feel shame. So that part of my body that had created this most pleasure that I had ever felt ever before, the first time I had ever felt carnal pleasure with a partner now created the most intense shame I've ever felt in my life. And I am there with my friend, who's super pregnant and super beautiful. And I love her. And I kind of like, I'm trying to go there for her, right? Like, as a good sex partner. I'm like, it's okay. This is fine. This is for her. I love her so much. So I'm lying there and I close my eyes and I drift off. And the first image that comes into my mind is that I'm a sow and she's a piglet. And I'm like, well, this isn't sexy. So I'm like, I need to. I need to not. So I kind of like, tap her on the head and like, safe word out. And I'm like, I love you so much. I'm gonna start crying right now. Is there anything else we can do together? And she's like, yeah, totally. Do you want to suck on mine? I'm like, yeah, totally. Easy, easy, easy. So I start sucking on her tits, and she's having a great time. It's fine. And the whole time I'm trying to, like, talk myself down from the ledge of all the anxiety of sexual shame. Fun. Super fun. So I'm having that moment, and then my mom calls me and a couple months later and she tells me she's getting mastectomy, she's fine, she had stage zero breast cancer thing. And we were talking about that, and then I called up some friends who had had breast reduction surgery and talked about that. And if you didn't catch from all of the clues in the invitation to body and in the bango, I'm breaking up with my breasts. So I've decided I called a doctor and I went to talk to the doctor and she said, oh, yeah, you're an excellent candidate. I'm like, okay, cool. What does that mean? And she's like, well, I can get you down to a double D maybe, but you might lose sensitivity. And I'm like, I might lose sensitivity. Sensitivity sounds like a great thing for me to lose. I've been a little bit too sensitive lately. And she's like, okay, so, yeah, let's do it. I'm like, okay, let's do it. So on August 26th, I'm going to lie on an operating table and I'm going to count down from 10 and I'm going to fall asleep. And when I wake up, I will have lost the weight of an infant that's been attached to my chest every second of my life since I was 13 years old. And I feel pretty okay about it. Part of me feels shame for letting the patriarchy win, but another more righteous part of me feels like, oh, my God, it is a physical yoke you've been wearing around your neck every second of your fucking life. You have the privilege of taking care of it. You would be a moron not to. And so I've decided that I'm going to do it. And I'm very pleased with this choice, and I wanted to share this with all of you guys because I feel like it's one of those things that is a little bit more like, oh, hey, this is like some of the things that happen with our bodies that sometimes aren't always the beautiful sexy parts. But I think it's actually really important to talk about. So, with your permission, I would like to ask you to help me say goodbye to my breasts as we know them. They will still be breasts. They will just be littler. I will be able to buy bras at normal stores, not from a Polish lady on the Internet. Which is great. I mean, yay, Polish lady on the Internet. But I'd like to walk into a store someday and just be able to find. Buy a fucking bra. So, with your permission, we're gonna say goodbye. And you'll get it in a second. So if. Maestro, if you could start the music.

Pierced Angel (34:26)

We meet again don't know where don't know when But I know we'll meet again Some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do Till the blue skies Drive the dark clouds far away so will you please say hello to the folks that I know Tell them I won't belong they'll be happy to know that as you saw me go I was singing this song we meet again don't know where I don't know when But I know we'll meet again Some sunny day.

Alison Moon (35:50)

We'Ll meet again.

Pierced Angel (35:54)

Don'T know where Nowhere but I know Will be an end on sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always.

Pierced Angel (36:19)

Do.

Pierced Angel (36:21)

Till the moon shines bright.

Pierced Angel (36:30)

So.

Pierced Angel (36:31)

Will you please say hello to the folks that I know Tell them I.

Dixie de la Tour (36:38)

Won'T belong.

Pierced Angel (36:42)

They'Ll be happy to know that the tissue I will sing.

Dixie de la Tour (36:50)

Give it up for Allison Moon.

Dixie de la Tour (37:02)

So we've heard about a lot of different superheroes and alter egos tonight, but to end this show, I think it's important that we talk about a superhero in this room who's not only a member of the Breastest League of America, but also a member of the Cleavengers. Ladies and gentlemen. By day, Dixie de la Tour. By night, the mammarian. A Southern belle who can always tell the story that's worth seeing. With big, beautiful white mounds that aren't meant for skiing. You might get so excited that you end up squirting or peeing. I'm gonna shake off the clapping. Because if you clap, I will not know what the fuck is going on up here. You might get so excited that you squirt. Or end up in make way the memories. She'll use the force to fight off the darthest vaders. She'll squish the shushers and silence all the haters. Once she rubs butter on those hot sweater taters. Make way the memory. No cup nor strap Victoria's Secret could ever tame. You might look under those big blue eyes and never be the same same once you see them knockers on this red headed dame. Make way the memory. She's known in southern cities and great cities. No, she's known in. She's known in many southern cities and giant cities. Never been a battle she couldn't win with them titties. Even when she's on her and they roll into her armpities. Armpities is now a word. Make way the memory. Oh wait, there's more. She can put a stop to the shaming of a self respecting slut and give the mic to the meek in hopes they too may bust a nut with with quake by her side who might try to sniff your butts. Good dog. Make way the memory. Evil doers beware if near her waters you be testin In a suicide mission you might be investin. Or in the most blissful death from a drive by breastin. Hey, let's get outta here.

Alison Moon (40:06)

Yo.

Dixie de la Tour (40:06)

Look at that. Look at what? Huh? Make way the memorial. Oh wait, there's more. Many have glazed over gazing at those orbs of seduction. If bazongas were bazookas, then by way of deduction those chest cannons could be weapons of mass destruction. Or a nice soft and safe place to lay your weary head. The man, Maria. One more. When up against the stuffy, the prissy and the smarmy, she she's a fearless captain. When the waves are dark and stormy together we will fight with her. We're her horny little army. So if your mount a boat's adrift, you'll get wet and you'll be stiff beyond the boobs. I am quite sure she's the one who we're all here for the memorial Or Mamarian or. She's got big boobs.

Pierced Angel (42:13)

Melons.

Pierced Angel (42:15)

Big juicy melons.

Dixie de la Tour (42:17)

Happy anniversary, Jefferson Bergey. We just celebrated four years of you writing custom songs for bawdi storytelling. And you even let me convince you to create a patreon. Because after four years of having so much of you, I've decided to let other people have a crack at this custom song written by Jefferson Bergey thing. So if you go to patreon.com jeffersonberge there's an option there to have him write you a custom song. I've convinced him that people will support artists, especially talented artists. And I hope he believes me. Prove me right. The very first show that Jefferson Berge ever performed at was the one that this song was featured in. I hired him because he created a song that related to the theme. The theme was Alter Ego sexual superhero. And he had a song about Superman and Flash and Batman and all these kind of things. And it was just perfect for the theme. But he surprised me at the end of the show with a song that he wrote about me. That song you just heard was called the Mammarian. When I was a superhero, I always pronounced it the Mamarian, but he pronounces it Mammarian. Thank you for that song. Thank you for making me feel like a superstar. I still love that song. And if you want to see him surprise me on stage performing that song, go to our YouTube channel. You're also going to be able to see the video from Alison Moon Story. And there's a link also to pierced angel story. Three videos this time. Y' all go to YouTube.com bodystorytelling and the other link is to our Vimeo channel, our much, much older Vimeo channel. So you can watch the song, you can watch the stories, and happy anniversary and thank you to Jefferson Berge for that. Hey, where can I see you live and in person? I'm gonna think maybe at a bawdy storytelling show. Here are dates of upcoming body storytelling shows. This Saturday night, April 13th in Seattle, doing the Groupon Extravaganza. The Group on Extravaganza is not just a bigger show. I'm such a size queen on this episode, aren't I? It's not just a bigger show. I've decided to bring the games to Seattle. I haven't done that a long, long time. So not just Bango. We are gonna have Sniff Test, which is one of my worst ideas ever. Don't you want to be part of that? And I'm also going to be bringing OK Pervert, which is so much fun. It might get you laid. It'll probably get you laid. But if you don't want to get laid, it is such a fun way to interact with other people at a show. You're definitely going to make a new friend, minimum. So get your tickets soon. There's only a few tickets left for this Saturday night show in Seattle and you can get tickets on our website then on May 9th in Seattle. The theme is Libertine. Perhaps you're a free spirit. Perhaps you're a bon vivant. Perhaps you're something else. French. Pitch me a story for that show. Send your pitch to Dixie bodystorytelling.com couple of spots left for the Libertine show in Seattle. I'd Love to have you on my stage. And right after that, May 11th and 12th, I am doing my storytelling with Dixie Live weekend storytelling retreat in Seattle. It sold out hard in San Francisco. And and I'm gonna let you in on a secret. The Seattle location is gonna be not just one of the coolest places you've ever hung out, but it's gonna be one of the coolest places you definitely, definitely ever take in a storytelling workshop. You get to spend an entire weekend working on stories. I have this system that will make telling a well crafted story so easy. And you get custom coaching from me. We'll work on your story together so you can register for that on the website as well. The storytelling retreat is something that I just had so much fun doing in San Francisco and I'm really excited to do it with people in Seattle. And then that's Seattle in San Francisco on April 18th. I'm doing the theme, Gateway Drug. Gateway Drug has had some amazing stories pitched to me and we're going to have a bunch of love Leatherman showing up at that show because I recently spoke at the Leatherman's discussion group in San Francisco and they loved bawdy storytelling. So you're gonna see a lot more Leatherman in the audience and I'm a big fan of that. On May 17th in San Francisco, I'm doing Unicorn Fest. It's my birthday show. Rachel Lark is performing. I'm gonna have special games at this show. And it's a big Friday night show. If you're a unicorn, or maybe if you like unicorns, this is the show for you. Still taking story pitches on this one. You know how to pitch me. And let's get you started. I'm gonna coach you, I'm gonna make you rock the stage, and there's gonna be extra unicorny things going on at that show as well. And I announced this last week, but in case you didn't catch that, I am doing a show on Folsom Street Fair. So after you wander around in the sun, after you get burnt a little bit, after you've smelled leather and you've been around 400,000 perverts, the largest kink event in the world. Why don't you come over to the Verity Club on Sunday, September 29, you can come over, have a cocktail, put up your dogs. Not your actual. Well, maybe you could bring your dog if you want, but probably just your human dogs and sit in a chair and relax and listen to kinky, kinky stories. We are a destination for Folsom, a lot of people have been asking about that one. So it's gonna be a well attended show. I will be putting tickets up on the website soon. Please look for that. And the best way to find out about upcoming shows like the impending show that I'm working on in Chicago or the show that I'm working on in New York, the best way to know about those is to go to bodystorytelling.com subscribe and subscribe to our email list. You'll know first. Don't you want to be the first to know? I'm a nosy person. I always want to be the first person to know. So if you want to know about those shows, the Folsom show, if you want to know about the show I'm working on for Chicago, if you want to know about the show that I'm working on for New York, or maybe you want to tell me where I should go. Like the emails that I got that said please bring the show to New Orleans and Dallas would eat you up and some of the other places I'm hearing. Best way to know about what's coming up is to go subscribe to our email list. Go to bodystorytelling.com subscribe. That's the best way to be the first to know.

Alison Moon (49:22)

I also hope to come loud one day, preferably in a 69.

Dixie de la Tour (49:26)

It's time to say thank you. Thank you to podcast producer Marty Garcia, to video archivist Joe Moore. Joe, you went above and beyond this week. Thank you for the videos of the stories and the songs. More videos than we've ever had to go with the episodes of the podcast. Thank you to project manager Dana Hanna. Thank you to sound engineer David Grossoff and listener. Thank you to you. Thank you for reviewing us, for subscribing for, for listening, for telling just one friend about this podcast. Because if they start listening, then we're going to grow. And you made that happen. Good on you. And you know how I say here's a peek of what's next and I give you a peek of what we're doing next week. Well, I wanted to do something different this week. I wanted to tell you about another sex positive podcast you should be listening to. Tristan Taormino is a sex educator, a public speaker. She's a filmmaker, an author and an astounding human being. So she has a podcast called Sex Out Loud. I love it. It goes up live every Friday, Pacific Standard Time. You can listen live or you can listen whenever, wherever you listen to podcasts. So listen to Sex Out Loud with Tristan Taormino and here's a peek at.

Tristan Taormino (50:48)

That podcast stimulated by sexual pleasure and sexual politics. Sex Out Loud, hosted by me, Tristan Taormino, is the go to show to get an insider's perspective from leaders in the LGBTQ community, the adult industry and the sex positive world. Hear from artists like Janet Mock, Bridget Everett, Kate Bornstein and Shine Louise Houston experts Emily Nagoski and Chris Donahue activists like Jessica Valenti, Conor Habib and Soraya Kamali and icons Margaret Cho and Dr. Joycelyn Elders. Sex education, social justice, gender kink, feminism, sex work, non monogamy porn. If it's on your mind or in your feed, we're talking about it. Plus, we're committed to showcasing underrepresented voices you won't hear in mainstream media. Listen every Friday live at 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific on voiceamerica.com or subscribe to the podcast.