  Monday I got this email from Sterling Fassbinder. Keys to the kingdom, baby, she wrote coolly, above an inviation to join this blog. Keys to the kingdom for me? I held them a moment in my shaking palm & then I pocketed them for a few days. Feeling too unsure of myself to post anything, too convinced that I don't know how to make things work, or rally anybody around any cause, I sat back & read the other posts, feeling guilty.
Keys to the kingdom, Sterling beckoned from my inbox. I don't have anything political to say, even in these days fraught with catastrophe. But I'm good at parties, & I wanna help. I've got a decent-sized place in Brooklyn with a long rambling roof overlooking the city & I have a lot of friends & I'm also into making more. It's important, making sure Bush gets fucked. It's important that as a country we don't keep veering off in this horribly wrong direction.
It feels bad now, but I hope it's because things are going to change. What Kafka said -- "Between being lost & being found there is the realization of being lost: the only true agony, as a foot that was asleep begins to wake up" -- kind of comes to mind. It's a collective case of pins & needles ... on 8.30.04, let's shake it off. 
