As I sort frantically through a metric fuckton of email on FetLife, follow up on some proposals for BDSM classes, update this here blog with new class listings, I was craving a snack.

I know. The superglam life of the Executive Pervert is a dizzying dance of desire…

Anyway, so yeah. Popcorn was the clarion cry.

I made some.

Then I realized that the vast majority of you might not be aware of one of my secret powers.

So I am sharing it with you.

Let me show you it. (more…)

Being single for many years, I can officially say that I have done a GREAT DEAL of thinking about what it means to have an identification, a self-classification, as it were, that sits in the closet “unused.”

If one is a submissive, how can one refer to oneself as such if you aren’t in the act of submitting or in a submissive relationship?

I see this thinking applied as a passive- aggressive weapon in forums and discussion lists around BDSM topics. Slaves and submissives passive-aggressively slamfucking one another with bullshit like

“Help me understand how one can call oneself “slave” if one is not currently owned? This girl is in all ways obedient to her Master (may He Live Forever!) and yet she is confused when she sees The Unowned referring to themselves as “slaves” when they walk, alone and unmastered, without the blessing and gift of Ownership. Can you hep me understand, please?”

*cough*fuckyouseriouslyfuckyou*cough*

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HNT Thursday August 27th 2009 from Mollena Williams on Vimeo.

Attention REDDIT lovers! I made a category for HNTs on Reddit.com so go put your HNT on up there!

FUCK. YEAH.

I got word from the Mighty Mighty Bussel…Rachel Kramer Bussel, that is, that I am one step closer to World Domination and my goal of becoming the Oprah Winfrey of BDSM & Kink.

I am going to be a part of the “Best Sex Writing 2010″ anthology!

I was nudged by Rachel a few months back to submit something on Race Play.

As you might know, there aren’t many people writing on that.

And as you can easily extrapolate, it isn’t the lightest and fluffiest of topics.

But I managed to pull it off…well, to pull SOMETHING off well enough to be interesting and not totally off the wall inaccessible.

I am inanely pleased.

Now…to continue writing that solo show. And screenplay. And HBO series pitch. And talk show idea. And those other two plays, and those other 3 books….

Oh and you can Pre-Order it Too!

Which you should do because then I can refuse to autograph it when I see you and push you into traffic ad throw my call phone at you.

Yay fame!

Back at home after Floating World. It was a rollercoastery experience.

Midtown Manhattan Diner Love, bitches!

The event itself was HUGE.

HUGE dungeon space.

HUGE class schedule.

HUGE hustle and bustle.

The fact that the convention center was taken over by the event was great, and it meant that there were no restrictions in terms of dress codes, etc. It gave people plenty of room to do big scenes, and pony shows.

But the remoteness of the hotels, coupled with the baffling “NO Cell Phones IN The Entire Convention Center” rule made connecting with people  difficult to impossible. I’ve never scene a BDSM convention bar cell phones from anywhere except the dungeon. And I’ve never heard of a BDSM event where there were negative repercussions from cell phones in the rest of the space.

When a con is on one hotel, it is easier to have the benefit of a centralized hang-out / networking / neutral space. There wasn’t that feeling of cohesiveness. I found it difficult to catch up with people, and given the size of the event those electronic leashes sure would have come in handy!

Kudos to the staff and the organizers for pulling it off. But I would reconsider the cell-phone rule. It makes an already sprawling, overwhelming event that much more difficult to navigate. (more…)

What kills me is that no less than SEVEN people thought I was Q at Beyond Leather. Um....

On the way to Floating World I ran into a couple of moments of Zen. The first was cool: I ran into the charming and dope ass Q in the terminal. Q was on the way to the Butch Voices Conference, even as I was headed back east for Floating World. We chatted a bit in the terminal and I marveled at how lovely it is to have friends and have paths cross in such synchronous way.

Another moment of Zen where I’d royally fucked up a plane reservation. See, Continental lets you hold a reservation for 24 hours and cancel with no harm, no foul before 24 hours when your booking. And hey, if you happen to find a cheaper fare on, say, Air Tran, you can run back all “BOOYA in your FACE Continental, I got the cheaper fare!!”  then wriggle in your chair like you da fuckin’ MAN!

Buuuut of course if you forget to cancel the Continental ticket you instead are whinging on the phone to Air Tran and taking a $75 hit as a Dork Tax.

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Sugasm #171

I’m off late-night tonight on the red-eye to New Jersey.

Gods help me…it pains my Harlem slash Upper East Side NY grrl heart to even type that…

But it is for a good cause, since it’s gonna be just me and 1,199 other perverts for a weekend of depravity.

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