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, PhD student at Edinburgh University studying the medicalisation of sex (specifically, the hunt for the pink viagra or sex pill for women), 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, was released 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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