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 Heather
Corinna is an American phenomenon. She is a world-class photographer, a
poetess, writer, essayist, activist, a super model and an artist with a
heart made out of gold. Also, she is the queer founder and editor of
Scarlet Letters,
Scarleteen and
Femmerotic. Her
written sexuality work and erotica has appeared online in numerous venues,
and in the print in Viscera, The Adventures of Food, Aqua Erotica,
Zaftig: Well-Rounded Erotica, The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica
(1 & 2), Shameless: An Intimate Erotica, Giggling Into the Pillow
(foreward), Penthouse and On Our Backs. Her work in
sexuality information and activism has hailed accolades from Adult
Video News to the Illinois Library Association, The City Pages
to Playboy, and from the Utne Reader to the Kinsey
Institute. Her independent and collaborative work in women's sexuality on
the web since 1997 spearheaded a developing trend towards a greater
diversity in the voice of erotic work, and put the term "femmerotica" on
the map. She is a model and photographer, a visual artist and designer, a
poet, a trained classical, jazz and folk musician, a sex educator and a
former kindergarten teacher; is a vegan, a buddhist, a kickboxer, and much
too Italian for anyone's good. She lives in Minneapolis with an extensive
zoo and a
pug, and has
performed the medical miracle of living for over 30 years on coffee,
cigarettes and stubbornness.
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Her
official biography tells us that Heather
spent the first portion of her childhood between Chicago, a van (beaded
curtains and all) and Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, due to her
father's draft dodger status. She learned to read at twoish, and write
shortly thereafter, likely out of sheer boredom. Her mother (a young
Irish-American Catholic finishing nursing school, who would later become
an epidemiologist living in Wisconsin with her wonderfully funny female
partner) worked, while her father (an Italian-American atheist well
practiced in hippie subculture, who would essentially continue his life
trying not to become too jaded over the world not having been changed by
his efforts) barely kept a loose rein on her at home.
The motley crew moved back to the north side of Chicago several years
later, her parents split, and Heather spent many years as the latchkey
queen of her own kingdom, skipping from misadventure to misadventure,
writing stories and singing songs, falling in love with The Rolling
Stones and George Harrison rather precociously, and loved school to
death, though her report cards frequently said -- year after year --
"Incredibly hard worker, very intelligent, very creative. Talks too
much."
It having been made poignantly clear that dance classes were no place
for an overly social and coordination-compromised lass, Heather began
taking music classes at a very early age, where she found (one of) her
true calling (s). Her teachers in school quickly learned how not to call
on her when an answer could be delivered musically -- the states and
capitals often turned into a rather noisy and melodic affair when they
forgot to be so cautious -- and gave up trying to teach their classes
when it became clear Heather was going to run the show no matter what
they did. Her family time was split between her mother's apartment with
numerous wild and crazy nurses and her father's pad, with numerous wild
and crazy surrogate big sisters in the guise of girlfriends. It was a
bit unusual, but it suited Heather fairly well.
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