On the first Wednesday of every month people get together to tell stories about sex for the New York City edition of Smut Slam. I’ve been finding my voice at this venue, and this is the first time I recorded a presentation. I cheated a little bit in that it’s more standup comedy than actual story with a beginning and end. But I’d had this bit in my head for a while and I wanted to bring it forth in a safe space where I knew some of the people. I give myself about an 80 percent; I left out some funny bits but my overall composure is better and I kept my arms from flailing.