Sooo this is a bit delayed, but in the past week I’ve started a new job, performed at Ladies on the Mic, got a mini makeover, babysat, went on a roadtrip to Massachusetts, helped one of my best friends celebrate her last night as a single woman, was a bridesmaid in her wedding, drove back to Jersey, went to work the next morning, and got sick. Thus, I am justifying the delay of posts.
This post’s theme is LADIES ON THE MIC CELEBRATES PRIDE! !
Ladies on the Mic was such a phenomenal event… I’m so honored to have been a part of it! I don’t even know where to begin.
I was a bit nervous about sharing my poetry with a room full of strangers. The fact of the matter is I’m very private with my poetry, unless you’re a part of my poetry cult. Even then, there are certain poems I won’t share, and I certainly don’t discuss my writing. It’s hard to explain, but sometimes my best work is the work I feel very uncomfortable sharing with others because it’s so full of so much raw emotion and oh-so-personal. I don’t mind sharing these poems eventually, but I never like explaining them.
The Hoboken Public Library is a beautiful, beautiful building. I’ve passed it a few times in my life, as it is down the street from the hospital where my cousins were born, but I’ve never actually noticed it.
Going inside the building transported me into another world. I have A Thing for older buildings, as well as A Thing for libraries, and the combination of the two sends me over the edge. I need to need to NEED TO go back to the Hoboken Library and spend the day there enjoying its beauty. It was such a lovely building, filled with art displays, old books, really neat shelving, and tons of old books. Basically, it was Heaven.
Beth, the fabulous woman in charge, was sweet and amazing. I was a bit frazzled from being a few minutes late, and she gave me a hug, told me to breathe, and walked me around, introducing me to everyone. As we were walking around, I noticed something very odd.
Nobody was clique-ish.
In my experiences, poets are like high school students– very clique-ish, particular to their specific group of friends, and very leery of newcomers. There are certain barriers that are very hard to break down in the poet world, and it was both a bit unsettling and really refreshing to be welcomed without any reservations to a new group of poets and poetry lovers.
Me getting my poetry on. Thanks for the pic, Cat!
I was the third poet up, and the final poet before Aster Phoenix performed. Beth and Kat went before me, and they were both hilarious. Beth introduced me as “the young lesbian poet she found on Facebook,” which gave me the nickname of “Facebook Girl” the rest of the night. For the first time in awhile, I was the youngest poet performing, and undoubtedly dubbed The Baby Dyke. People laughed when my lines were funny, clapped when they were more serious, and overall made me feel at home. It also didn’t hurt that the room was filled with so many intelligent, older, beautiful women. (Older women are another weakness of mine.) This made the experience even more interesting.
Aster Phoenix. Photo by the lovely Mujerzen
Aster Phoenix performed after me, and being able to see two beautiful women play their guitars and jam out in a library really made the night perfect. (Have I mentioned acoustic guitars, cool hair, and old libraries are my main weaknesses in life? *swoons*) Afterwards, I actually had fans (?) waiting to tell me how great I was, and wanting to know more about GingerSass. It was so surreal, so amazing, and truly a wonderful experience.
I left the library feeling full of hope, optimism, and complete happiness. It was a really refreshing feeling to have had such a successful poetry reading, but even more satisfactory to know that my “first paid gig” was a success!
Afterwards, at the suggestion of some women I had met at the reading, I enjoyed delicious South American cuisine at Cucharamama, an amazing restaurant 2 blocks away from the library. Between the old library, the beautiful poetry performances, Aster Phoenix, and the delectable food, my first experience with Ladies on the Mic was probably one of the most intimate, platonically romantic evenings I had ever experienced. I would do it again in a heartbeat!
Thank you so much to Beth, the Hoboken Public Library, and Ladies on the Mic for having me! It was one experience I will never forget.