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Validation that I’m Cool

I’m a fairly new blogger. I didn’t start GingerSass until this past March at the Sex, Love, and Dating Conference, and I was surprised by the sudden fanbase it had. (This was probably because some of my earliest posts had the tags “lesbian,” “sex,” “gingers,” and “AfterEllen.”) I’ve been continuously surprised that strangers– not just my friends– are fans of GingerSass on Facebook, and that I have more than 5 followers on Twitter.

Twitter is a funny thing. It allows you to interact with everyone from your best friend to your favorite soap star. Sometimes big names respond, and others don’t. I’ve been lucky enough to have had people like Amy Brenneman, Tammy Lynn Michaels, Cady McClain, and StaceyAnn Chin retweet and respond to some of my rambling responses to their tweets. These moments have made me feel incredibly special.

I’m still special enough to take MySpace photos of myself in the mirror.

You know what else had made me feel incredibly special? BlogHer12.

I had the opportunity to attend a lot of panels with some incredibly talented (and famed) bloggers. After each panel, people tended to line up to meet their blogger crushes.

I observed many post-panel meetings that went like this:

Session-Attendee: “OH-MI-GAWD!!! I’m so-and-so, I blog for so-and-so! I read your blog, like, every day! I especially loved your post about (enter post description here). I left you a comment, did you see it?! (Or ‘I tweeted you about ___________’.) Do you remember me??! I blog about _______________. ”

Big Name Blogger: (polite smile, handshake) “Oh, wow, that’s so kind of you. Thank you for following me. I’m glad you enjoyed this session, it’s so great to have met you.” (slyly moves on to next fangirl)

/end scene

Now, nothing against fangirls. I’ve been one. We all have. But really? You expect Big Name Bloggers to know who the hell you are? Big Name Bloggers get TONS of comments and tweets every day. They won’t remember you, and you shouldn’t expect them to… nor should you throw a hissy fit when they don’t remember you. Grow up!

I had a different fan girl attitude at the various blogging sessions and moments of meeting Big Name Bloggers. I didn’t expect any of them to know who I was… but I was raised in a household filled with manners. If you see someone you know someplace, even if you barely know them, it’s polite to acknowledge someone and say hi. People from the Twitterverse are kind of like friends of friends you run into at a party– you’re not sure if they know who you are or not, but you feel like a jerk if you don’t say hi.

For my first fangirl moment, I ran into a Big Name Blogger whose site I discovered a few months ago, and I’ve been addicted to since. We’ve had a few Twitter discussions, but I’d never met a Twitter friend in real life. I introduced myself, saying, “Hi, I’m Kailynn, or GingerSass–” before she cut me off, interrupted me, and said, “GingerSass?! You get a hug!!!” We drank, made dirty jokes, and hung out together at various points throughout the rest of the weekend.

It was exciting.

I also attended a panel where another Big Name Blogger was moderating. After the panel, I waited for some other fangirls to finish drooling and I quickly introduced myself, saying, “Hi, I’m Kailynn, or GingerSass. I didn’t get a chance to say hi to you last night, but I just wanted to say hi and how fabulous everything is!” I was told I was funny, that said Big Name Blogger had been following my tweets throughout the entire day, and that I had been making her laugh. I also got a hug.

Other exciting moments included going to a luncheon where, once I introduced myself, everyone said “Ohhhhhhh!”, continuously tellng people my real name, my blog name, and my Facebook name and having them say “Oh my God! That’s you?!”, running up to ‘strangers’ and hugging them because we recognized one another from the Twitterverse and Blogosphere, and telling people, “I’m GingerSass, but if you can’t remember that, remember my ass.”

I had a name badge.

People knew who I was, and it was CRAZY. It was also a really surreal form of validation that I’m doing something successful with my writing. I’m making a reputation for myself in the writing world in a way I never dreamt possible, and it feels incredibly surreal–and fantabulous– to be making my dreams come true.

(By the way, I’m sorry if this post seems any bit cocky. I just can’t believe people know who I am. It’s weird.)

When you wear your pussy shirt to a straight bar after seeing The Vagina Monologues…

Soooo on Friday I went to see my friend, Ladina, in a production of The Vagina Monologues. Going to The Vagina Monologues is like going to a drag show– if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.

Nonetheless, I was very excited to see Ladina in this production. She’s my poefy (wifey in poetry class) and the first person to regularly treat the GingerSass twitter like a celesbian account. She’s absolutely fabulous, and to honor her fabulousity, I wanted to get her a chocolate vagina.

I’ve been telling Ladina that I wanted to get her a chocolate vagina for weeks, and, much to my surprise, it’s very difficult to find a chocolate vagina for sale. I called numerous local bakeries, candy shops, and sex stores, and they all had the same answer: No chocolate vaginas, but plenty of chocolate dicks and boobs. RUDE.

So, I went on Etsy and special ordered Ladina a chocolate vagina.

Unfortunately, it didn’t come in time for her performance so I made Ladina a sign instead.

I also decided to show Ladina my support and love for her by wearing a vagina shirt. Specifically, I wore a tshirt I won on the night of my birthday at a club that reads, “You may have stripped me of my rights, but I still get more pussy than you.” Now, I’m not one that wears conversation tees often, and when I do, they typically don’t have a political meaning behind them. However, my pussy shirt got A LOT of attention.

Drinks with the Poefy!

At the New Orleans-themed straight bar we went to after the show, a lot of guys stared at my chest. (I should pause for a moment and mention that this was the first time I’ve been to a straight bar for something other than happy hour in a long time so I felt a bit out of place at first.) After reading my shirt, some guys high fived me. Others looked visibly pissed (and perhaps a bit less masculine). A few girls grabbed on to their boyfriends a bit harder. I was hit on quite a bit, and my shirt ended up getting me a few free drinks. Ladina pretended to be my girlfriend for the evening so we wouldn’t be hit on by strange men (ha, like that stopped them!), but all in all I had a blast!

Being an asshole and taking pics of myself in the mirror at the bar

If nothing else, I learned that showing off your pussy at the bar gets you free drinks.

Oh, and The Vagina Monologues was wonderful. Ladina (and the rest of the cast) did a wonderful job! :)