A.T. is practicing his big pitch on me. We're sitting at a small table on a kind of meeting stage at the Slush Conference in Tokyo. It is not just a place where futuristic and powerful-looking electric motorbikes are presented. People are also guiding little Styrofoam balls through the air in electrostatic fields.
I laugh a little, because I always laugh when someone talks about farting or peeing and she just mentioned both. And also because Ally, the physical therapist who I just met, is staring at my lady parts. I tense my pelvic floor muscles while she watches. I feel like I am winking at a stranger. With my vagina.