Mollena Williams

September 22, 2008

pr0n’s underbelleh.

Filed under: flix!,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit. — Mollena Williams @ 11:48 pm

September 21, 2008

Scene digestion, step one.

Filed under: Perversions.,Real-Honest-To-Ganesha-True-Shit.,Scene Reports — Mollena Williams @ 9:33 pm
I often write “scene reports” but have not had the opportunity to as it has been a long time since I’ve played in a scene-specific context. This is like a new re-re-restart, so i am putting a new process to the test! Rather than just give the blow-by blow (Sigh. Yeah, yeah.) I am thinking in broader terms of emotional context and unpacking the experience as it happens for me. This is an excellent opportunity for me to do this as I have a pretty good frame of mind in terms of expectation, and trusted all parties involved in tis scene to be honest and open and have matched expectations. W00t!

Stage one: deconstructing

what has not changed:

The internal struggle that often resolved in me doing shit that derails logical thought.

The surge of gratitude at being recognized, and “seen”, by a trusted friend.

The really surreal sense of dissolution when I submit to an act or a behaviour that takes me past my comfort level.

My ^%$# accent issue.

what has changed:

My sense of HAVING to engage in a type of play in order to be accepted and cared for.

My willingness to experiment in edgy-play with less-well-known quantities.

My pain tolerance.

Diminshed sense of loss and “adriftness” post-scene.

September 20, 2008

post-scene check-list

Filed under: Perversions.,Scene Reports — Mollena Williams @ 12:20 am

Bitemarks?

Check.

Abruptly denuded pubic area?

Check.

Serious welts on the butt from “6 Of The Best”?

Check.

Goofed out bliss?

Fuck yeah…!

September 19, 2008

“I am already tempted to safe-word…”

Filed under: Perversions. — Mollena Williams @ 11:57 am

This is always my thought when I am not involved in a relationship. and time goes by, and I have a play-date.

Which I have tonight.

The vagaries of physical tolerances comes to the fore and I wonder if, perhaps, the years of regular, hard play were an illusion.

Perhaps I was fooling myself into thinking that I enjoy pain, that my body will have forgotten those truly transcendent moments, that this was all a Really Desperate Measure to get sadistic motherfuckers to pay some attention to me, for a while.

It does NOT HELP to have a play-date on International Talk Like A Pirate Day with a friend who is not only British but also actually a sailor.

Fuck.

September 18, 2008

…Folsom Weekend Looms…

Filed under: Going's On. — Mollena Williams @ 2:45 pm

…and I am pretty stoked to have been invited to present a class at the Folsom Fringe Event. This is the…what…fourth? Fifth? time I’ve taught a class there. There are many cool folks teaching lots of cool classes. I am gonna hold forth on the not-at-all-controversial “race play” class. Yeah, I rule.

Working, as I do, for an Evil Empire, (yay!) we will have a booth at Folsom. This is the first time that they have sponsored the Fair, so that is rad. What is amusing is that the “Code Of Conduct” for employees working the fair specifies that fetish-wear is not permissible.

???!!?1!1!?!?!!?!!

We’d better figure out how to make those t-shirts hella sexy, and fast.

We are in the process of ordering shwag, lining up pr0nstars, booking kinky performance artists, and flying out dominatrices for our big Folsom Afterparty.

Lots of this is far cooler on the page than it is from a cubicle in Sunnyvale.
But my main concern today is…do I wear the same corset I wore last year,

Yeah, it IS pretty sweet!

Yeah, it IS pretty sweet!

or splurge for a new one?

And if I do splurge, can I make it a business expense…?

September 11, 2008

Ain’t no fucking saints up in here.

Filed under: Perversions.,Rants. — Mollena Williams @ 9:37 am

I stay away from online drama. I have been doing the “online thing” for a while now. Not as long as some, but longer than others.

I still become honestly puzzled by people who assume that a common sexual bent will somehow filter out jerks, losers, douchebags, whiners, predators, evil beings, and just plain old fashioned annoying folks.

The BDSM “Scene”, the Leather Community, all of these things are, at best, a skewed microcosm.

Don’t be so foolish as to think that bonding over bondage makes the person next to you on that St. Andrew’s Cross any more intelligent, sensitive, or open-minded than the guy depositing your check at the bank.

In the same way that a safeword provides only a modicum of insurance (some would argue a false sense of security as well) the “feeling of community” does NOT assure you that all is warm and fuzzy.

In fact, I feel it is an insult to the individuality and humanity of the people who make up any sub-group to ascribe an ethical code that is supposedly to be held as law by all.

This is LIFE. There are gonna be bad actors as well as dreamboats.

Be responsible. Protect yourself. This (gestures vaguely) around you is not your own persona playpen. No bubble-wrap is handed to you at the door when you come out of the cold and declare your pervitude.

I take community where I can find it. Some aspects of it work for me, other aspects of it do not. But I look askance at the flamewar junkies, the perpetual victims, the white knights, the provocateurs, the soapboxers,etc. We ALL feel that way sometimes! But to make it the baseline in the song of your life makes you about as danceable as a fucking Philip Glass “symphony”

I would never spend my time writing something or speaking on a subject that did not really truly compel me in my heart.

This is not true of everyone.

The heart of the “troll” is FUELED by the mere swirling of controversy. We’ve all seen this. The excessively provocative post on a blog, the snide comment in an e-mail. And Most of us fall prey at some time.

Because we are human.

I love the Leather Community.

I love it because It is made up of PEOPLE. People who are everything from never-been-kissed twenty-somethings dreaming of their Very First Bondage scene to a very real predator who may well be Out To Get You.

Because that is LIFE, and I love life.

I cannot say that I have not been sucked into controversy in the past.

I remember one of the first flamewars I which I was involved gave me headaches and woke me up crying in the middle of the night. And the funny thing is, involved were people I ACTUALLY KNEW and would see at the next dungeon party, Munch, what have you. This kind of kept us honest. Being a prick anonymously from behind your keyboard and spewing your venom is a facile exercise when you can be reasonably assured that you won’t be glaring over a patty melt across from the person whose intelligence, punctuation, honor and grammar you have trounced.

As I become more and more involved on all sides of the Leather Community…the business end, the entertainment side, the Educational facet, all I see in sharper focus is this:

IT IS JUST FOLKS.

And I love that.

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