Dear Sundance powers that be: I want to see Humpday

So I'm working on various incarnations of the same article about male bisexuality and sexual orientation and fluidity, as part of a larger nonfiction book I want to write about "bisexuality" and a much broader notion of attraction, and seemingly everywhere I turn, there is yet another example of what I want to write about. Last night I read a story that I'm hoping gets published (fingers crossed), addressing this too - about women who get off on men having sex with men, especially straight men having sex with men, or flirting with men. I think part of the appeal is that it's such a taboo, still, even with its rising prominence. The increase in talk about it, in one way or another, whether it's high fashion crossdressing on the runway or public dabbling in same-sex flirtation, is why my great big article never gets done, cause there's always more to add to it.

And now, straight to the top of the list is Lynn Shelton's new film Humpday, which just debuted at Sundance. I'll let her tell you what it's about:



And to whoever in the film world makes those decisions, I'd really love to see Humpday. In New York. Just because it's uses The Stranger's HUMP amateur porn festival as a plot device doesn't mean Seattle should get all the action.