Sex writing is a beautiful thing between a writer and reader. Between a writer and an audience, it's fantastic.

The first thing my coworkers will tell you about me — like, if you ask them, "hey, what about Mark?", which I can totally see an actual person asking, for a real reason — is that I really, really like sex writing, or at least that I surely must really, really like sex writing, because I have literally stacks and stacks of sex books piled up on my desk so that sometimes you can't even see my face. (Often I use this blog as a safe space to tell odd lies about myself. Is this one of those times? No! Or is it? I honestly don't know, only replace "I" with "you" in that sentence.)

Anyway, sex writing, yeah. We're talking about sex writing because tonight, at the Rapture Cafe, there is a reading featuring contributors to this year's installment of the annual Best Sex Writing anthology. It'll be an opportunity to indulge your interest in sex writing in public, with other people, rather than alone at home. I will be there, only I will be behind stacks and stacks of sex books so that you can't see my face.

Also tonight, along those lines, as Edith mentioned, Ron Jeremy will be reading from his memoir at McNally Robinson. Ron Jeremy has a giant penis, professionally; his memoir is largely about that, as many other great memoirs have been throughout the history of the genre, from Dave Eggers and Valentino Achak Deng's What Is the Giant Penis?, back to The Confessions of St. Augustine and His Giant Penis.