Â Leave it to Gray to go ranting about some shit. Â The subject of the most recent Graydancer’s Ropecast included a rant (which isnâ€™t all that ranty, so if you are hoping for spittle-flying desk-pounding histrionics, you’ll be sorely disappointed. I kinda was hoping for some heavy breathing and shouting, but noooooo…)Â about the difficulty of teaching…Read More
Shibaricon was the shizz, yo.
If you were at the FUCKING AWESOME Shibaricon in Chicago this past weekend, you know how much WIN was contained therein. I’ve been traveling bunches this past 6 months or so. More than ever before in conjunction with BDSM scene events. Much of the time, I spend an inordinate amount of time in my room…Read More
Yesterday afternoon I was walking through the lobby ofÂ the Beyond Leather hostÂ hotel here in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Not long after teaching my second class of the day, I found myself in an intriguing exchange with a dashing salt-and-pepper haired gentleman of British extraction. HeÂ was holding my hand and pressing his lips to the back of…Read More
Sex 2.0 ~ I’m Coming.
I’ll be at the Sex 2.0 Un-Conference in May, and I’ll be hosting a dee-lightful Salon entitled… Delicious Deviance: On Flying Your Freak Flag. Perhaps you are a full blown pervert, but shy about exposing yourself online? Or maybe you are a fledgling kinkster, and unsure of how to remain true to your self while…Read More
Not tidy. Not polished. Still real.
Trusting myself enables me to do truly miraculous things…like trust others. Trusting others enables us to do truly miraculous things, like make pain transcendent and find new ways to access our souls. In addition to this past weekend being my second anniversary of being sober (whee!) I was in Chicago to talk about a play-style…Read More
Not gonna tell you yet.
I have many words at my disposal…my odd propensity for occasionally reading dictionaries and my incessant hoovering of information blended with my never-ending quest for the most apt or surreal metaphors and similes rarely leaves me at a loss. Yet this weekend I found myself at a loss several times. I was in Chicago to…Read More
The Colored Girl Speaks.
This Friday night was very challenging for me, in that I was teaching a class on Race Play for the local Women’s BDSM organization, the Exiles. It is the class that makes me the most edgy, and not just for the obvious reasons. It is tough enough to present at ALL for kinksters. But I…Read More
It would have been enough.
Since I taught a class on Tact and Diplomacy and yadda yadda and talked about shit like “gracious communication” and using “I feel” and “I think” statements, I sure as hell better practice what I preach. Or at least give it my best fucking shot. I was proud that, despite the occasional disappointment, fleeting moment…Read More
“How can I compete with a class where someone gets a fucking BLOWJOB from a PORNSTAR?!?!” This is my agony today. Lame? Maybe.Â Â Weird? Certainly.Â Â Self-precipitated?Â Â Definitely.Â But nonetheless. See, as a kink educator, I have the unique opportunity to share my experience with other perverts. I think that is a singular honor, oneÂ I don’t take lightly, and…Read More
A (belated) “Thank You” to the good folks at APEX.
Yeah, I sometimes forget to say “Hey, that fucking ruled!” when something fucking rules. So I belatedly wish to give a shout out to those awesome ass-kicking Kinksters living amidst the south-west sandstorms, sunsets, snakes and succulents. Firstly to Red for her invitation and ease of negotiation. Red, ya kick ass. Keep on keeping on.…Read More