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The Launch of Kong Magazine!

July 2nd, 2010

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I tell you… launching a sex and comedy publication FOR WOMEN is no easy feat.  Just ask Jessica Moats (former Art Director of Playgirl Magazine) who has been working non-stop for almost a year to get Kong Magazine off the ground.  Kong rises from the ashes of the now out of print Playgirl Magazine to offer meaty, literary, and well curated sexy content for women readers.

No longer will we have to glean off of porn sites for men to get our rocks off!  Kong is here!   Jessica is a good friend of mine and I’ve gotten to witness how launching a web media publication is about as easy as making a living as a performance artist.  But she did it!  A virtual one woman (with a lot of help) ship!  I’m so proud of her!

Above is just a snippet of the interview I did with Greg Sestero, star of the cult phenomemon “THE ROOM.” A longer one is available and some other articles are available once you get in the site.   Kong is offering a free month of membership so people can check out the site. Use the code “KONG_100607″ to get your free month membership.  The code is only good through 7/21/10, so jump on it!


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Gesbian Pride

October 31st, 2008

My awesome trans friend Riku commented that this has been the gayest week of my life. And more awesome than that, he said that I may have actually “out-gayed” our gay as hell friend D’lo this week.

It really has. I was out campaigning for “No on Prop 8″ on Wednesday. It had been a while since I stood out on the street with a sign rallying. And yesterday, I coordinated “Kristina’s Lesbian Jamboree.” It was a gathering of lesbians and their friends in West Hollywood. It was about getting the married lesbians out of the house. Introducing my lesbian friends to each other. And also building some awareness around “No on Prop 8.”

And oddly enough, for a gathering of Lesbians, it was not that dramatic.

I still struggle with pinning my “orientation” down to any one word. And though many speculated that I may have definitely been bi- or bi-curious when I rode my bicycle with the “Dykes on Bikes” at Pride a couple years back, I was still mums about how it is I identify myself.

But I’ve decided this week to come out of the closet.

Ladies and Germs, I am a loud and proud Gesbian.

I know this may come to a surprise to all of you. Particularly, this may be hard on my family who like my friends, are still trying to figure out what a “Gesbian” is. (I want my family to know that I love them and that I would never do this to hurt them.) I’m sure my family and friends are worried about me– getting “Gesbian bashed,” being discriminated against for being a “Gezzie,” and will I have the right to marry another Gesbian? Could I have kids with another Gezzie?

I’m ready for the scorn, the discrimination, the Gesbiphobia. Because this is who I am. And I refuse to be someone else. I’ve hidden it for so long. But at my core, I’m a GESBIAN.

Last night my two good girlfriends who are partnered and are absolutely meant for each other sent a late night email that they are getting married today at City Hall. I think if they had the choice they would have waited to plan their wedding more at their pace. But right now, they don’t know if they will have the choice after November 4. So they are rushing to do this.

I cry now as I re-read their words and the passion behind them.

“those of you who are closest to us know how much we care for and love one another and most of you understand the commitment we continue to make in our “practice” of lifelong love. it is not a magical something that just appears, even when it feels magical. it is the practice of committing and trying and learning that makes our life together strong and lasting. homophobia and heterosexism do not always give us the best options when it comes to this practice.

“we are hoping that in the awful event that proposition 8 passes, our marriage will not be retroactively nullified. and therefore, affording us all the rights and benefits that married couples have in the state of california.

“we would love to share this moment with all of you, so please keep us in your thoughts tomorrow as we marry. please keep us in your thoughts when you vote on Tuesday. the best you can do for us is to vote NO on Proposition 8.”

I think it is remarkable….

That they believe in their love this much that they will stand up against the ignorance of homophobia and heterosexism to have that love.

That consenting adults still have to fight for the right to love who they love. And that other entities will spend so much money and energy to stop other consenting adults they do not know from marrying each other.

That their marriage ceremony does not have the luxury of being planned with the time that a straight couple has to plan, and that it still risks being nullified if something as archaic as Prop 8 passes.

I am not getting married anytime soon to neither a man nor a woman. In fact, if you remember, I am married to myself and would love the government to recognize my marriage as a real legal binding contract. And on top of that, I am a pioneer in the fight for Gesbian rights and visibility.

I am working on the “No on 8″ campaign because it affects my friends. It’s about equality and that’s something that we all should be concerned about. I am encouraging you to vote “No on 8″ because discrimination should not be written into the constitution. (Leave that shit for reality TV!)

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Category: a shot at love with kristina wong, empowerment, feminist research, i'm kristina wong, Obama is hot, oh my god, sex is unnecessary when you have yarn.

Car(e) Free Los Angeles: The Wong Sans Wheels Chronicles #6– The Norma Rae of the Seventh Veil

September 11th, 2008

Jenny Shimizu, I’m waiting for you…. At the bus stop…

Being carless has its perks. Right now at this very moment, it doesn’t. I’m cabin feverish, as I’ve been all week. Too lazy to jump on a bike and to skiddish to call someone to take me out. I’m at a stalemate at my computer. But even if I did have a car, where would I go? I have to wake up early tomorrow to try on bridesmaid dresses in Torrance. And a shit-ton of work to do for this show. Oh man, this show! I got a little scared again today about it. I’ll still tour this show for another few months after this Los Angeles run. Heck, I’ll tour it as long as there is interest. But my life is changing and there are new shows to make.

I’m ready to move onto “not as political or fix-the-world-esque” stuff. Will there be a market for me? Will I survive this economy?

Where is my bootleg copy of The Secret when I need it?

But time to share more carless adventures. This past Tuesday night, my friend suggested we take advantage of the free drinks at this DVD release party for “Itty Bitty Titty Committee”– it’s like the hot new lesbian indie film. But more importantly– free drinks! And I was getting a ride over.

I think I’ve mentioned it before, but my lesbian dreamboatess is Jenny Shimizu, former Calvin Klein model and ex-lover of Angelina Jolie. Yum yum.

We’ve met twice before. The first time was at a small apartment party in Koreatown where as soon as I saw her, I started screaming excitedly in her face that she was Jenny Shimizu (don’t tell me that I don’t have game). And another time was at this transgender beauty pageant where she was one of the judges (and while taking a photo, I managed to poke Chay in the eyes in my excitement).

So after tossing down drinks, I see her. Across the bar. I started jumping up and down and my friend and this Korean gal we just met there were like, “We’re just going to tell her about your show!”

“No! What if she hates me!?!” I screamed. But they push me towards her anyway.

So there we were on the floor. All I can stutter out to Jenny Shimizu is: “We’ve met before! At that lesbian party! You know, of that lesbain couple, in Koreatown. I forget their names. They were together, but then they broke up? They have dogs? You know who I’m talking about?”

Nevermind that I basically described every lesbian in Los Angeles….

All we got were these blurry photos from my Crackberry. Gosh I can’t wait to get my nice camera back and start taking nice pictures again!

So I’m following Jenny all over the bar with a Long Island in one hand, when our new Korean lady friend was like, “Do you want to go to the Seventh Veil now?”

For those not in the know, the Seventh Veil is a strip club on Sunset Blvd.

The last time I went to a strip club was in 2002. Back then, I was scraping by in my fledgling artist career and saw this coupon in the LA Weekly for free admission to this strip club within walking distance of my apartment. What really caught my eye was the advertisement for “Free Buffet Lunch.”

Free Admission? Free lunch? Yay! Free food AND feminist research! An artist’s dream come true. I had to check out what a buffet at a strip club would be– chicken wings covered in cigarette butts? Salad that smelled like ass? And what would it be like to eat lunch with a shaking crotch over my plate?

Feminist Research.

It wasn’t totally free– $6 for a “drink ticket.” But still… free food… and yes… feminist research. It was funny to walk down Bundy to this little strip club (the Silver Reign) that I’d always noticed behind Staples and never thought to go to. When I got in there it was so dark. I could barely see the dancers. They were blurs of boob and ass. The buffet sat on a little card table in the corner. It was cheese pasta in sternos, salad from a bag, and sliced bread– the meal of champions!

I sat in the corner with my then boyfriend’s best friend who came with me because he wanted a free meal too. We hunched over our baked ziti, trying to look very involved with our food, avoiding eye contact with the dancers so that we wouldn’t have to pay for lapdances or tip (as we were pretty much out of money at that point).

It was really surprising how many guys there were there. After all, the sun was out.

The dancers were quite taken by my presence as the only (not naked) girl there. They kept coming over, shaking my hand, letting their hands trail against my leg. All the while, I would just nod politely and stuff myself with pasta and send them on their way to circle the club to find someone who could tip them.


Anyway, so this last Tuesday, filled with free drinks, I am in the backseat of our new friend’s car on my way to the Seventh Veil. And my friend is with me back there. I had to go. After all, this was feminist research! Plus, what else was I going to do? Take the bus home?

$20 to get in! And I got another $20 broken into ones. It was exciting though to actually be able to tip the girls instead of hide from them. But… Is it me? Or are strip clubs passe? Aren’t we completely desensitized to stripper-esque nudity in this day and age? It’s not that interesting to see a girl in her bikini anymore. Or even a naked girl. I can look at that at home for free.

But we played up the part of saucy strip club patrons. I tucked bills into G-strings and played the role of the music video jerk guy. Raising the roof and letting these dancers do insane, yet totally numbing stuff like stick their boobies in my face.

All that ass in my face got so dull. Very quickly. And the guys who arrived alone and who weren’t tipping were pissing me off.

Still tipsy, I turned to my friend and kept asking, “What’s going on? How the heck did we end up in a strip club with a lesbian on a Tuesday night?”

Ah yes, I remember now. I have no car. And this is how I’m getting a ride home.

And in another moment I thought to myself: “Nudity is so boring. Maybe I should work here if my touring dries up. Sure I just turned 30, but I still got it. It would be… feminist research! Like Diablo Cody’s early years!”

One of the girls asked us if we wanted a dance. Still inebriated, I found myself educating her about her labor rights.

KW: Do you pay a stage fee to work here?
Dancer: Yeah, we have to pay a portion of what we make.
KW: Just so you know, I had a friend who was a dancer in San Francisco, and she was able to successfully sue the clubs she danced at for back wages. Because it is illegal to have to pay to work.
D: Well we make a lot, so…
KW: It is illegal for you to have to pay to work! They already make $20 at the door. And they shouldn’t take more of your wages when you are inside. Waiters don’t have to pay to wait tables! So you shouldn’t have to pay to work here. You really should check out the Sex Workers Outreach Project here in Los Angeles. It’s your money and you have the right to it!
D: (Quiet, then…) Well, let me know if you want a dance.

That’s right folks. I was organizing that club from the inside!

I think the unfortunate difference about dancers in LA (versus somewhere like San Francisco) is that it is probably a lot harder for dancers to organize. And I also wonder if there is less interest. In the “Live Nude Girls Unite” documentary about how San Francisco dancers formed the first exotic dancers union — most of those women were Women’s Studies majors, artists, super educated and very activist oriented. There seemed to be a whole pride and identity around being a “sex worker” in San Francisco that there might not be in Los Angeles. I feel like in LA, it’s a lot of aspiring actors working the pole who are trying to get in and out of that business while they can.

Anyway, for my mother who is probably totally horrified as she reads this: I do not plan to pursue being a stripper. In order to protect the Wong Family name, I will find another way of collecting feminist research. I’m sure there is a massage parlor somewhere that could use my help.

Yes, folks, the carless life has meant a new life of debauchery– booze, lesbians, and strippers. Oh yeah, and labor organizing. Do not judge me. It’s feminist research. I swear.

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