If you were actually here, we could have a gin & tonic, and you could tell me all your stories, but you’re not so, I’m afraid, you’ll have to make do with reading mine. In no particular order, I’m a writer, Beethoven groupie, feminist, campaigner for sex workers’ rights, tattooed lady, etiquette fanatic, insatiable reader, Miss Representation rep, and commissioning editor at The Fine Line. I spend most of my time reading in my flat overrun by pet rats, Georgia, Minnie and Olivia. I’ve been a research assistant to Germaine Greer and Shere Hite, MORI pollster, book critic, magazine editor, over-worked publishing intern, nanny, English teacher, and hotel critic. The best insult I’ve ever heard is “buckle-bunny wannabe” and the best thing I’ve ever eaten is the raspberry cheesecake in Gaia on Leith Walk. I have a regular spot at Good Vibrations writing about the fun things you can do with a fuck buddy.
My book on flashers, Exposing Phallacy: Flashing in Contemporary Culture, is out in August 2012, published by Zero Books. I can’t really remember what got me interested in the subject, but I ended up spending several months undercover in flasher forums, finding out about all sorts of ways to get your bits out in public. I didn’t try any of them because I also found out what happens to you if you get caught. Not that that stopped me writing a book about other people doing it. It’s become a bit of a theme in my life lately – spending a great deal more time writing about sex than I do having it. It’s what happens when all your friends are paired-off and your fuck buddy’s too busy working to do any of the things you’re supposed to know about. Oh well. I have lots of very comfortable knickers, three pet rats with sweet little faces, and a box of toys and pile of books by my bed. And my name’s Kate.
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