Archive for March 2009
And that’s a wrap.
I want to thank the folks at Kinkfest once again. What a well-run event, and how much of an honor it is to be able to spend time there. Even if I weren’t presenting, I’d attend KinkFest. They do a smashing job. Deepest Kudos to Mike. His patience and generosity towards me were remarkable. These days, going to…
Read MoreThe Crush Zone.
Having crushes on people is something I do on the regular. With pretty much anyone I meet, I’ll go through a period where I have a crush on them, and if they are meant to be my friend, it becomes a signal that it is a well placed friendship! Sound weird? Pfft…what about me doesn’t…
Read MoreKinkfest II: Electric Boogaloo.
Today’s class went well. Minax was FAN-fucking-TASTIC! Whatever people say about us Twins, I’ve found working with other Gemini people is amazing for me because the fluidity and spontaneity isn’t seen as flakiness or strangeness and the capacity for on-the-feet-thinking is mirrored. I am honored that she trusts me enough to gamely step up to…
Read MoreKinkfest Opening Ceremony: (or “Those 35 years as a performer paid off.)
Like a true masochist, I thought it would be cool to offer to perform at KinkFest this year. And like the sadists they must be, the good people at KinkFest booked me for the opening ceremony. Yep. I was barfulous with nerves. Add to my woes, even as I was rehearsing the song in my…
Read MoreH(otel) NT…hello, Portland.
Portland, second year in a row for KinkFest. The folks here absolutely are among the most awesome hosts ever. I’m a cranky nervous poopiepants. The SuperShutle was late and had a harrowing series of pickups and a driver with no clue how to get anywhere aside from relying on GPS which, in SF, can be…
Read MoreHEY PERVERTS: Don’t Fuck. Around. With. Strangers.
This story made me cry. Please…my Perverts…my Family…my Tribe. Please be careful. Know your partners. We take so many risks just in the dungeon, in our bedrooms. Please take care of yourselves. And pray for Mr. Weber’s family. ‘Violent sex’ ad led to murder of WABC newsman George Weber, confesses teen: Cops BY Alison Gendar…
Read MoreUnder 500: “Aftercare”
The line between consciousness and sleep blurs to a haze of breathing and soft contact and the tug of a hand on heated skin. There are moments you want to last because you can’t imagine anything better than what you are feeling right now; the slow twist of a sheet wrapped perfectly around your foot,…
Read Morefrom COLORLINES MAGAZINE: “Playing with Race” by Daisy Hernández
Mollena Williams is gregarious, the kind of woman who makes a point of saying, “How are you today?†to the Walgreens cashier. She has a short afro and laughs easily. She works as an administrative assistant and at night, she pens her theater performances. She is also a masochist. Williams is part of San Francisco’s…
Read MorePerfectly flawed.
 Being submissive and desiring slavery, craving physical and emotional ownership would seem to place me at a disadvantage, relationship-wise I have to be the one looking to fit into the right “place,” right? I mean, there is the topdominantowner, fully formed and domly and all, needing me to be what THEY need in order…
Read MoreSay It Loud…
I had occasion today to enjoy a quiet moment in a hotel room high up above the city, idly gazing upon a broad swath of terrain from the cold blue of the Bay to the fog-lapped crests of Twin Peaks. Meandering thoughts mostly disconnected…some deceptively so…were doing their best to distract me from remaining in…
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