Squirting lube into Matt Prins's hand
Ayo! (Insert apologetic phrase for not having blogged more often here.) (Insert non-existent sorrow of a dedicated reader here.) As I said before, after returning from New York and the Sex-Positive Journalism Awards, I wrote an article about it for Chief Mag in Brooklyn. Very cool online mag, very Vice-like.
It’s one of those awards that screams “boo-yah!” Like the dude in my high school yearbook voted “most likely to be jailed,” I was riled with an air of subversiveness when my work was recognized by the Sexies, or the Sex-Positive Journalism Awards. (Okay, so my award was for second place—and my high school peer was only convicted of second-degree murder—it’s still an honor.) As an Arab-Canadian with a Muslim upbringing in a cold, conservative Alberta town, I had as sexually suppressive a raising as one could have in the Western world, save, maybe, being raised Amish. I imagined coming home with a silver cock statuette to place on my mother’s mantle next to my high school graduation picture and diploma.
Tags: chief mag, linkedin, sex-positive journalism awards, sexies
