Maybe you’ve heard: within the last few weeks, just about everybody I admire in the sex writing world has gotten laid off from an important gig thanks to our crappy economy. Audacia Ray, previously the head of the now dead Naked City blog, details the carnage at her blog Waking Vixen. In addition to Dacia getting axed, by my own employer Village Voice Media, beloved fellow Voice writer Tristan Taormino had her print column canceled due to budget cutbacks. At the same time Regina Lynn, who recently ended her Sex Drive column at Wired News, was told to pack her bags from Playboy Radio, and Melissa Gira was sacked at Valleywag.
What the heck is going on? Not to jinx myself, but it’s as if Lux Alptraum, Violet Blue, and myself were the only sex writers left with jobs. If my editors are reading this, thank you for letting me keep my columns: Click Me at VillageVoice.com and The Clickable Clit at SF Weekly. Oh, and Heroine Sheik. Thanks for that, too.
I’m definitely not the first one to ponder what this will mean for the future of sex writing. Others in the business seem to feel we’re seeing the end of the sex bubble, that now the internet will be moving on. While that may be true for sex blogging, I’d hate to think that sex as a topic could really ever be old news. My hope, instead, is that with so many amazing minds freed up from their writing obligations, we’ll start to see lots of creative new projects. Looking back, we’ll think, thank goodness for the economic crisis, because without it we sex writers would never have started… Well, you can fill in the blank. The point is that, while I’m thrilled to still have my jobs, I know those mentioned above will go on to wonderful things. Would you expect anything less?