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Answering Sex Out Loud

Posted in sex education, writing with tags , , on August 28, 2011 by admin

Yes, that's demonstrating CBT using three balloons & a garbage bag. Worked wonderfully!

Recently I was honored to be invited back to the Bondage Capital of the World, Madison, WI to teach a workshop on kink to the Sex Out Loud staff. This is a group of peer-educators who make sex education their business, and damn if they aren’t an impressive bunch. They listened (and watched) me blather for three hours about everything from the neurochemical response to pain to how to tie a ball sack (using one of the most original props I’ve ever come up with).

As part of the class I stole a page from Susie Bright and invited people to write questions on paper that they were too embarrassed or simply didn’t want to voice out loud. When the time came to answer them I was running short during the presentation, and so I promised that I would answer them briefly there and more coherently here. So, for the benefit of the Sex Out Loud crew (and the rest of you), here’s the questions and my best answers. Feel free to chime in with your own views in the comments; I never claimed to be an authority.

  1. Fire Alarm. I’m not sure what this meant, but it was on a piece of paper. If anyone has a clue, please let me know.
  2. How should we approach bloodletting & other “edge” play with inexperienced college students? Veeeerrrrryyy carefully. Not that it’s necessarily more or less dangerous, there’s just a different set of risks – basically all the risks that we talk about when warning drug users not to share needles. Having information on non-sexual but relevant infections is also important, such as Staph and MRSA.

    However, the best thing to do is get live, hands-on training. Madison happens to be home to some of the finer piercers I know of, and going through the local Satyricon or Sabbat de Sade groups to find places to learn how to safely do it is a great start. MadTown Kinkfest also often has presenters come in who know their stuff, and that is, in my opinion, the best way to learn.

  3. It seems like you’ve described a lot of kinky relationships gone wrong…any concrete tips for keeping kinky relationships together? To be fair, I did describe several excellent kinky relationships I know of, but I also did describe some of the more common things that I’ve seen break up kinky relationships. Most of these can be broken down into the basic concepts of lack of clear communication and changing in directions that pulled them apart. Communication skills are an essential and often frustrating skill to develop; sometimes a person can actually be a communicator for a living (like me) and still have trouble making themselves clear. The only solution to that I know of is to keep talking, keep trying, and keep feeding back what you hear the other person saying until they agree that you have it right.

    Rinse, repeat, ad infinitum.

    In regards to the changing roles, I described happy and sad outcomes. One example was a couple who were identifying as Master and slave, and then found that they were more of a Daddy/girl pair. They both found their roles changing, and they were fortunate enough that the roles could change in complementary ways. Another example is a couple I know who are both dominant and both of whom get a lot of joy out of receiving service. They each have their own submissive, and the four of them make about as beautiful a kinky group as I’ve ever seen as they gracefully embrace who they are, allowing their needs to be met by others as well as their partner.

    “Concrete tips”, though…that’s hard. While I am pretty good at the practice of kink, and pretty good at helping people figure out what their kink is, I can’t really claim much expertise on the “keeping kinky relationships together” subject. I’d recommend books like “Opening Up” by Tristan Taormino as a start. Other than that, look for people who have managed to stay together, and see what they do. One group I know has stayed together because a core couple  made a commitment to be together, regardless – and everything else just kind of flows from there.

    Maybe the one concrete tip I can have is: don’t expect it to be easy. That way, if it is, you can be very pleasantly surprised.

  4. What would be the best way to start exploring one’s kinky side or kinky desires/fantasies? How would one go about trying their first scene? Whew, finally back on ground I feel solid on! The best way I can think of to explore your kink is first to look at the things that really arouse you – the things that, as I say in my Defining Moment class, “…get you hard, make you wet, make that lizard brain in the back of your skull go ooooh, yeah…” Sometimes that can be the hardest part – accepting that yes, this is what makes you horny, and this is what really fulfills your sexual nature. It takes courage to really admit that, sometimes.

    But once you do, you can begin to deconstruct it, figure out what elements are the things that really speak to you. You like Mad Men? Is it the power dynamic? The clothes? The hats? The music? Maybe it’s just the formica in the kitchen…whatever it is, write it down! Then you can figure out how to feed that particular kink.

    If it requires the help of someone else, you may be on good enough terms to just say “Hey, can I slap you like the whore slapped Don Draper?” If not, though, your best bet is to watch that episode together (beginning of Season 4, incidentally) and look over at your friend and say “Huh. That’s kind of hot, in a way. What do you think?” It’s a nice neutral way to both feel them out in terms of reaction and also let them know your thoughts are wandering there.

    You may be tempted to just jump in the sack and start trying it out. There’s nothing inherently wrong with that – the kink community’s dirty little secret is that with all the classes and training we offer, most of us tried this shit before we had a clue what we were doing. But if you can find some instruction on the subject – and there are lots of great places such as Kink Academy to do so – you can avoid some of the dumb mistakes the rest of us made. This especially goes for higher-risk activities such as rope bondage, humiliation play, or medical scenarios. It goes for low-risk activities, too; I know I wish that every woman who’d ever used a strapon with me had watched Savannah Sly’s How-To videos first. We could have avoided a lot of painful (ahem) learning curves…

  5. Other than Satyricon, what are some kink communities/events that interested UW students could check out, specifically in Madison? First of all, this is me shaking my finger at you, Satyricon! I was told that Sex Out Loud has been trying to contact your group via the email contacts that they have found online and there’ve been no responses. If you’re a community group, communitiate already!

    That being said, your best bet is to check out Fetlife in the Madison area and you’ll find groups like “Show Me the Ropes” and “SWIPE” and even the Madison Area Whippersnappers. Joining the discussion in these groups will connect you with the local munches such as First Friday or events like Sabbat de Sade, and that will get you involved. Keep in mind there is not a monolithic “WE ARE ALL KINK” group – like any subculture, there are groups, individuals, cliques, and a rich diversity of opinions to sample from as you develop your own kink identity.

  6. How would someone (a beginner) get into kink safely? Already answered!
  7. What would be some good ways to bring up kinky activities with an inexperienced partner? I answered this somewhat above, talking about the “watching movie” trick, but I think it’s worth addressing some other ways. One rather blatant and easy way is to hand them this book which might give them a clue.

    But the most important thing is how not to bring it up: having them come home to find you spreadeagled on the bed, and tell them “I’m yours, now, ravish me!” That’s fine after you both are well-versed in what ravish actually means to both of you. But while romance novels are full of this scenario working wonderfully (I know, I write them!) reality is far messier and far more complex. It’s better to take it slow, let it grow naturally between you two – and find out that reality is actually a helluva lot hotter than any bodice-ripper.

  8. What does BDSM stand for? Yes, this was a question, and I hung my head in shame; two and a half hours of teaching about kink and I hadn’t ever deconstructed the acronym! Grrr…bad presenter, no biscuit.

    B is for bondage. D is for discipline and also for dominance; S goes along with dominance as “submission”, but also pulls double duty by standing for sadism as well. The M is for masochism, and together they try to cover the spectrum of kink.

    But they don’t, really, which is why we use words like kink or other acronyms like WIITWD (“What It Is That We Do”) to cover the bases.

Those were the questions. How’d I do?

Save Wicked Grounds & Get a GRUE Lifetime Pass!

Posted in community, cool people, proporn, sex education with tags , on April 18, 2011 by admin

Many people have heard of the little piece of heaven in San Francisco that is Wicked Grounds. It’s a bit of a pilgrimage, a kind of kinky Mecca that those who do what we do can go and sit and breathe and feel like we can actually be ourselves, in all our perversity, without worrying if the owners and other patrons will take offense. Even if you never go there, *knowing* that such a place exists makes the world a bit of a better place, in my opinion.

However, turns out it’s expensive to run a café in San Francisco (Who knew?). You can click here for the backstory, or just go right to the donation page…but first, let me engage in a little of my dream of being a Kinky Willy Wonka.

I have commissioned the creation of:

Five THREE GRUEden Tickets

These will be actual golden tickets with your name on them in fancy (like, papyrus or maybe even Herculanum) lettering and will be a free pass to any GRUE.

Admission only, mind you. Ya gotta get there yerself, find a roof for your head, and feed yourself a bit. But as far as cost of admission? This GRUEden ticket will get you in ANY GRUE, ANYWHERE in the world. Seattle? St. Louis? Amsterdam? Berlin? London? Connecticut? Vancouver? Yup, you’re in.

And you’re extra cool, because there are only five of them only three of them left. First pledged, first served.

I tried to arrange to have them hidden in the thighs of willing and supple rope bottoms throughout the world, but wiser minds convinced me that it might be better to tie it in to the efforts to save my favorite place, Wicked Grounds. So here’s the deal:

If you pledge (and this needs to be a REAL pledge, mind you) $500 to Wicked Grounds, you can have a GRUEden Ticket. Just do like Pete (a recent attendee at the GRUE Pitt) did, and note on your donation: *This is for a GRUEden Ticket*.

Did you catch that? He already got one, minutes after I announced it at the GRUE Pitt.

Which means there are only four three left.

(Tori Storii bought one too.)

Wait a minute, Graydancer, you ask, What guarantee do I have that there will be enough GRUEs in the future to cover the cost of the GRUEden Ticket?

None. There are eight GRUEs definitely planned thru 2012, and another half-dozen in the works, but there is no guarantee that even if you went to all of the rest of the GRUEs, you would make back your investment.

In fact, it’s almost like we’re actually focusing more on helping out our kinky community rather than just trying to get commercial value for a buck! I never was a very good capitalist.

Note that the way the pledge works is much like Kickstarter.com: Wicked Grounds needs to get $50,000 in pledges before your pledge would actually be called due. So there is a chance that you could pledge the $500 and never be called on to cough it up. Guess what? Even if that happens (*personally, I’d plan on paying it; as of this writing, they are about halfway there*) your GRUEden Ticket will be honored.

See what I mean? Lousy capitalist.

If you have more questions, then you’re probably making it too complicated. It’s simple:

  • Go here.
  • Pledge $500 that you have every intention of paying towards the preservation of Wicked Grounds.
  • Make a note on the page: This is for a GRUEden Ticket. We will get it to you before the next GRUE, in Seattle in August.

That’s it. And if GRUEs aren’t your thing, I believe Shibaricon and other events are going to be offering special deals as well.

Save Wicked Grounds.

It’s the café we wish we had next door.

How to Find the Perfect Play Partner

Posted in community, cool people, Rope Bondage, sex education, twisted monk, writing on March 23, 2011 by admin

It’s funny, when I’m looking over my Google Reader. I’ve got a strange mishmash of feeds…Twisted Monk and Mistress Matisse and Ten and Mollena, of course, but then it veers into Lifehacker and Mnmlist and Hardcore Zen. Then we take another only slight turn to the right into productivity and entrepreneurial blogs like Seth Godin and Chris Brogan, and from there into pure porn…Bend Me Over and Elspeth Demina and Some Dirty Secrets and the like.

And you’d think that I’d get blogging material from the kinky people. Or from some zen philosophy. Or maybe inspiration from the images (“Hell, I can do that, and I know the guy that did that, and wouldn’t Mauikink toys make a good replication of that…”).

But no. Looking through them today, seeking blogging inspiration, it was sales giant Seth Godin who gave me my first inspiration, and the wholesome money-thrifty blog Simple Dollar that gave me the second.

Let me digress for a bit. One of the most common and most heartbreaking question I get is “How do I get to be a hot rope top, with everybody wanting me to tie them up?” Sometimes they will point at someone who they want to emulate, or (in confidence) at someone who they want to play with. “How can I get her to play with me?” is what they’re really asking.

Usually they’re talking about some hot bi babe that I’ve just done a scene with, and I tell them, quite honestly, that the way to play with the hot bi babes is to stop caring that they’re hot bi babes. At that point, they’re everywhere, and more than happy to play…but you don’t really care. Call it the Unicorn Paradox.

But the Simple Dollar put it far better than I ever did, and did it simply:

It’s not about having the right partner. It’s about being the right partner.

Every second you are trying to figure out how to make yourself more attractive to…whoever it is you want to play with…you are wasting your time. Why? Because the motivation is coming from outside of yourself. That makes it inauthentic, and people can usually smell somebody who’s faking it from across the dungeon. And even if you succeed, you are succeeding under false premises. You are not being you, you’re being someone you think they’ll like. Eventually, you will come back out, or, more likely, you’ll discover they aren’t all that after all.

Instead, you need to simply make yourself the most attractive person to yourself. What needs to happen to make you feel good about yourself? Is it weight? Is it clothes? Is it intellect? Be honest. Ask yourself what it is, then ask yourself why. And every time you answer with “…because then the guys will like me…” chuck that one out. Look for the ones that have “…because then I feel good…” or some variation thereof in it. I do my exercise regimen quite publicly via twitter, or even at the GRUE, and it’s not because I want Raven Lightholme to be impressed with my guns. Are you kidding? I’m forty-fucking-two years old, and I’m never going to look like Shaun T. Never. But I like how my body moves when I’m in shape, the way it feels to walk down the street, the added stamina it gives me when I’m slamming into her fine…ahem. You get the idea. I do it because when I do it I feel more like me.

So. You got the thing, or things, that make you feel more like you? The things that are going to make you into the right partner for whoever your partner is? Great! The next step is easy, too.

Fucking do something about it.

And that’s where Seth Godin enters the picture. He closed a recent blog post with a phrase that I wish I could tattoo on my forearm. It is the one phrase that I would send back to my elementary school self, over-intellectual and under-athletic and nerdy and waiting miserably to be selected last for kickball. Yeah, I was that kid. And I wish I could have a time tunnel to go back and whisper Seth’s words in his ear:

No one is going to pick you. Pick yourself.

Nobody’s asked you to teach? Well, first develop the skills (both in teaching and in your subject, the two are not the same) and then just go to classes and help out people who might be having trouble. I know people who have started podcasts just for the hell of it. Who have stepped up to help out people they don’t even know. Who have created their own publishing companies simply because they feel there are voices that need to be heard. Who have created their own events just because it was getting too complicated to go to other people’s.

Well, ok, the last one was me, and it didn’t exactly work out as planned. But that’s ok, it worked out better. And I’m pretty sure that if you pick yourself, rather than waiting around for somebody to tell you what to do, it will work out better than you can imagine, as well.

I’m not even going to address any “Yeah, but…” arguments. Sorry. Whatever you’re facing, I doubt it’s worse than what Hideaki Akaiwa faced and triumphed over. Sorry, folks, but he has removed any excuse from the table for quite a while.

So yeah, I cheated. How to find the perfect play partner? Become the perfect play partner.

And then play with yourself.

I, Slut

Posted in proporn, sex education, writing with tags , , , , on March 16, 2011 by admin

On January 24th, 2011, a representative of the Toronto Police gave shocking insight into the Force’s view of sexual assault by stating: “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”. – from the SlutWalk Toronto Facebook Page

Hi, my name’s GrayDancer, and I’m a slut.

No, I don’t want to sleep with you. Or him, or her, or…oh, yes, her I do want to sleep with. As much and as often as possible.

Why are you winking and nudging at me? Yes, in fact, she does go, though not often gently, I’m not sure what you…

Good lord. You’re blushing. Why? I’m a relatively healthy human being only recently entering into what will hopefully be a long and very slow sexual decline…of course I like sex.

Yes, I look at porn. More visual than others (Bend Me Over is great) and I find erotica much more stimulating, but sure, I enjoy sexually themed media.

Oh. I get it. I’m supposed to be embarrassed about liking sex. About having sex with her. I’m supposed to be ashamed of watching porn, either because it’s dirty or because it’s exploitative or something. It’s not talked about in polite company, apparently, because…well, I’ve never quite been clear on the because.

No, sorry, I’m a slut. That doesn’t mean that I sleep with everyone, nor does it mean I sleep with anyone. It simply means that I am unashamedly enthusiastic about sex.

Oh, really, you’re going to go to “Dictionary.com” to prove me wrong? Are your arguments that desperate? Fine, I’ll play along, just because it’s so ridiculous. “A dirty, slovenly woman. A woman of dissolute morals; prostitute.” Let’s take them one at a time:

  1. “Dirty”, “Slovenly” relate to appearance. As most “slutty” clothing is actually usually pretty well-kept and shiny, doesn’t really apply to the people the Toronto police seem to think of as “sluts”.
  2. “Woman.” My friend, if we can’t get beyond heteronormative gender binaries as a starting point, this entire discussion is fruitless.
  3. “Dissolute morals.” First please let me know what “morals” you are talking about. For example, by the “morals” of the Taliban, Sarah Palin dresses like a slut. Then let’s take a look at what “dissolute” means: indifferent to moral restraints. YES! Finally we agree on something. As I said: unashamed.
  4. “Prostitute.” Again, depends on what you mean by the term – any sex worker? Sex for money? What constitutes sex? Anyway, while I am not now, I have in the past earned money through performing sexual acts. So yes, I’m a prostitute. Wait…were you implying that’s a bad thing? It’s not like I said I was a member of Gov. Walker’s staff, or a PR spokesman for British Petroleum, or something that’s actually harmful.

Oh, I get it. I am supposed to be ashamed that I was (or am, depending on your point of view) a sex worker. Nope, sorry. I don’t work for the school district of New York City, so that bird won’t fly. I’m much more ashamed of the time I spent trying to convince people to buy time shares. That was unethical, dirty work.

There have been many groups that have taken terms meant to be derogatory and reclaimed them for themselves. Cunt. Whore. Nigger. Faggot. Members of the oppressed group now use these as terms of pride, taking on their identity with a fierceness and shoving it back in the faces of those who would use it as a weapon. Yeah, this is who I am. Deal with it.

When I sit here and say I am a slut, it is in that spirit. I was raised to be ashamed of my sexuality, to try and keep it hidden. Not only by my parents, but by my peers, teachers, and the world around me. It always – always – struck me as ridiculous; if everyone has to deal with sex to some degree, why are we not talking about it? If everyone wants to fuck, why is Fuck you an insult? If all my high school chums were desperate to get into their girlfriend’s pants, why do they call each other pussy? If women want men to be more careful with where they put their penises, why do they call it junk?

True story: I’m working as a dishwasher at age 16, and one of the busboys (who’s a bit of a bully) has discovered that I have a girlfriend. He proceeds to razz me about it. “Have you done it? Have you? Really? How many times?”

That last question took me a bit aback, and I stopped trying to ignore him long enough to reply, in honest confusion: “Who counts?

He looked like I’d punched him. In a way, I suppose I had. His world was filled with furtive gropings of partners too drunk to care. Mine was with a sexually experienced partner whose mother was sex-positive and gave us a safe space to explore our sexuality.

Yes, I was very, very fortunate. And it’s probably why so much of the sexual attitudes of our culture just don’t make sense to me.

So, fuck it (and yes, I mean that in the joyful sense of the word). I’m a slut. Say no more.

Sex Ed for the Needy Privileged

Posted in cool people, proporn, sex education, writing on March 4, 2011 by admin

I had a weird thought the other day when I had lunch with Miss Stella from YourSparQ.com.

We were talking about sex education, and I had mentioned a tweet I’d seen from Sarah Sloane (one of the best sex educators out there) calling out the need for good cisgender male sex educators. I’ve heard other friends in the sex ed field, from Heather Corinna to Shanna Katz to Megan Andelloux echo the call: Where are the straight men teaching sex ed? Hell, even Rutgers writes about it.

As someone who has somewhat inadvertently been identified as a straight-presenting cisgender male occasionally thrust into sex-ed situations, I listen to them with a bit of an eyebrow raised. Because in spite of my offering to do more, there really aren’t a lot of organizations beating down my door, asking me to talk about sex. Rope, kink, social media, poly, sure…but usually not sex.

But at the lunch, a thought occurred to me. I thought about how a lot of the sexuality educators out there – primarily women or queer educators (such as Dan Savage) came out of oppressed and under-represented groups. Women claimed their sexuality; “We’re here, we’re queer!” came out of the closet and began to examine in the bright light all the myths and stereotypes and more. The focus was on pleasure, how to get it, how you are responsible for your own orgasm, how you needed to not be ashamed of your desires, etc.

These are great things. They are ripping the lid off the lies that were told to all of us for so many years:

  • At about age 8, my father first mentioned the word “penis” in reference to that part of my anatomy. I thought he’d said “peanuts” and it was years before I learned otherwise.
  • As a reader of scriptures, I found that strange word womb mentioned over and over. It was something about babies coming out of bellies…then I had it! REmembering the story of Eve coming from Adam’s rib, I triumphantly told my parents: “I get it! They’re called wo-men because they came from the womb of man!” My parents laughed nervously, told me I was wrong, and never explained why.
  • In 6th grade, when the boys & girls had separate assemblies to learn about bodies changing and the production of sperm and such, one big part was left out. My best friend Huey dared ask the question: “Um, how, exactly, does the sperm get to the egg?” Amidst gales of laughter (which I joined in, even though I didn’t know either) the educator – a white-haired cisgender male in a suit – glanced at the other teachers and said “Any way it can.” More gales of laughter. But not much education.
  • Driving with my dad, he asked me if I understood how babies were made. “Sure,” I said, “We learned about sperm and eggs and all that stuff in school.” He nodded, looking relieved, and didn’t bother to ask for details. Which was good, because I didn’t actually know any.
  • My stepmother finally laid it out for me as we drove the car into the driveway one day. “It’s nothing like what you see in the movies like James Bond,” she said. “It’s actually no fun for the woman at all. It only lasts about five minutes, and the man can only do it once a night.” I nodded. At that point, I had lost my virginity a few months before to a well-educated young woman with a sex-positive mother, and I knew that everything my step-mother was telling me was a lie.

That was my sex education. That was the sex education of a cisgender male of privilege. And that’s the thought that came to me that day at lunch: there has been this assumption, I think, that the dominant class – the straight cisgender male – has had all the focus on their sex, and so book after book and show after show from these great sex educators have been focused on getting the real story out, about women’s bodies and queer desires no longer being shameful or secret or ignored (such as the many, many anatomical diagrams young women were shown with no mention of the clitoris). In fact, often these books have been dismissive of male sexual pleasure (The Clitoral Truth was downright offensive, in my opinion).

The thing is, while yes, the focus has been on male heterosexual pleasure, it has been a false focus. It hasn’t been about the realities of sexual pleasure, such as the joys of prostate play, or the different kinds of orgasm, or the realities of erectile dysfunction, or the fact that submission can be a masculine sex trait. No, instead we have games and scores and “donkey punches” and chuckling socks-in-the-arm that resemble a Monty Python sketch.

In other words, the same cisgender masculine stereotypes that kept women’s and queer sexuality in the dark for so long kept the cisgender het males in the dark too.

That, I think, is why there’s such a need for male sex educators. We’re behind in the sex-positive enlightenment.

That’s not to say “poor oppressed us.” For one thing, I’m not really part of that us, because I’m queer. I just don’t look it, and I’m ok with people making their assumptions because my queerness isn’t any of their business.

For another thing, it’s ok to be behind, because we now have the examples of the great sex educators listed above to follow (resisting the urge to add “And besides, ladies first, right?”). It is a good thing for a privileged group to realize they’re behind the curve, under-represented, and that their actual identities and health issues and pleasure have been falsely perceived and presented for centuries. Builds character, wot?

But at the same time…like I said, there aren’t exactly a horde of people knocking at my door.


The Numbers of Kink

Posted in community, cool people, play, proporn, Rope Bondage, sex education on February 24, 2011 by admin

You may have heard: recently I joined the staff of the Kink Academy (affiliate link) as their “Editor Extraordinaire”. I get to get my hands dirty with video again, creating short segments of the best sex educators around sharing their stuff. Yesterday I edited a piece on eye contact for intimacy, a piece on warming up your partner’s ass for anal play, and a piece on stretching for bottoms preparing to be bound.

Good stuff. And all yours for the introductory price of $9.95/month, or $75 a year.

The funny thing is, there are people who not only think that’s too much, there are people who apparently harass Kali for daring to charge at all. There seems to be some anathema to the idea of making a profit while educating.

So let me get this straight:

People are willing to pay, oh, let’s say $125 for an event (we’ll assume it’s early bird pricing). This is an event that lasts one weekend, during which time, if they’re lucky, they’ll get to sit through, oh, ten classes (that’s assuming they can crawl out of bed after a play party). The event may have a huge number of great presenters, but you can only sit in their classes one at a time. And while you can still take notes in classes (that hasn’t been banned – yet) you can’t record what happens in any form. Not audio, not pics, certainly not video.

You pay $200-$450 for hotel and food.

You walk into the vendor area and drop $175 for a flogger, $300 for a corset, and $45 for those fantastic four-inch Ingrid stilettoes from the Shoe Guy. (Quick question: did you see anyone yelling at any of the vendors for “profiting from other people’s sexuality”?).

Total cost for a great weekend? Around $1000. With some material goods you can keep, but mostly the joy of an experience. I got to talk to Mollena Williams. I got to watch Scott Smith. I learned photography from David Lawrence. I was part of Shibaricon 2011!

Great presenters, all. The event was full of ‘em. And, with a few exceptions, most weren’t paid a dime for their experience or teaching time. If they were lucky they had books or DVDs they could hawk at their classes, but if not, well, then your thanks was all the reward they asked for.

And that’s fine, as far as it goes. What I don’t get is why someone who is passionate enough about their kink to drop a grand on a weekend that will fade into memory balks at paying $75 (that’s what, half a flogger?) for a full year of over 50 educators – the same ones you see at the events – teaching on a huge variety of subjects whenever you want. You can check out their free videos, too, which give a pretty good taste of what’s inside, and are also a free resource in and of themselves.

Madison Young Teaches "Zen Submissive"

It’s streaming video. You can watch Madison Young’s oral sex tips over and over and over (and believe me, you will want to). It’s there when you need it, a refresher before a play date, an exploration into a new kink, or even to check out a presenter who’s going to be at the next event you’re at. Four new videos a week, all year long, never archived: you can join today and have literally hours of explicit kinky instruction at your disposal.

Oh, and every single person involved in that video was paid for their time. The presenters and the models. Paid quite well, in fact, because Kink Academy believes their time and knowledge are valuable and they deserve to be rewarded for it. When you join Kink Academy, you are saying thanks to the presenters in a directly financial way.

Me and Raven Lightholme (of FreedomofFetish.com) talking about Making Out

I’m not saying you should join, mind you. That would be disingenuous, as I’ve got an obviously personal stake in the matter. No, I just want people to stop pretending that money isn’t support, and that somehow going to an event that doesn’t pay presenters is more valid than joining an educational site that does.

Tony Comstock, Portrait in Courage

Posted in community, cool people, NeatEvent, proporn, sex education, writing on February 1, 2011 by admin

One of many "Real" movies from Comstock Films

Tony Comstock is a pornographer writer sailor father husband  filmmaker guy who cares about the state of sexual mores in our culture. And when I say cares, I mean more than just donating to Scarleteen and the NCSF and making movies about real people having real sex because they are really in love.

He is going to be putting his (literary) ass on the line:

“In late 2008 I began a deliberate campaign to take my ideas beyond the safe confines of my little corner of the internet. I began engaging on blogs and forums where I knew my films and the ideas they represent would be greeted with, at best, suspicion, if not outright hostility. This process has been hugely demanding — of my time, of my energy, of my emotions — with no guarantee that my efforts would ever bear fruit.”

But bear fruit it did. In fact, his writing (which is excellent in its own right) was noticed by none other than Atlantic columnist James Fallows. Which is why Tony Comstock will be covering for Fallows for the first half of February. Tony talks about what he plans to do with this suddenly huge soapbox:

By the end of the week, I hope to have laid out a case for the idea that while we live in an age where extremely graphic, often upsetting sexual imagery is but a mouse-click away, images that explore and celebrate love and sexuality in the same way that Valentine’s day celebrates love and sexuality are vanishingly rare.

“I am also going to talk about how law, custom, economics, and technology interact to enforce a wide gulf between the well-crafted, but oddly coy depictions of sexuality in mainstream film and television, and the poorly made, often cartoonishly vulgar depictions that seem to characterize the collision of sex and the moving image.

Along the way I’ll touch on subjects of more general interest, including: algorithmic morality, climax ecology, boiled frogs, what you can and can’t see from outer-space, boxing, Steve Jobs’ liver, Dick Cheney’s heart, gun-control, and dog fighting.”

I’m almost drooling with excitement. That list of subjects is like an aphrodisiac.

His sojourn as an Atlantic guest-blogger begins February 7 and runs through February 13, the day before Valentine’s day. I’ll certainly be following it, but I suspect that as a community of sex-positive writers and bloggers and freaks we should make sure to respectfully and openly support this foray into the mass media by one of our own.

The Somerville Bowline, Takedown Edition

Posted in cool people, Rope Bondage, sex education on January 31, 2011 by admin

You’ve heard about the Boola-Boola Purge, right? There’s a whole cadre of ropesters who have decried the many failings of this version of the single column tie. A quite vocal person is Topologist, from Boston (soon to be from San Francisco), and he even went so far as to create his own variation of a single column tie which has become known as the “Somerville Bowline.

I’ve learned it three or four times. I don’t use it enough to have it stick (yet). Then again, it took me two and a half years to learn the takate kote, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.

But along comes my friend Trialsinner (proposer of the Innocon) and he has a variation that really speaks to me: the takedown version of the Somerville Bowline. Click the link to see how he does it, and see how it works for you:

And special props go out for mentioning the Rope Capital of the World!

©Trialsinner : East Somerville Bowline How-To.  The East….

Discovering New Limits

Posted in NeatEvent, play, Rope Bondage, sex education on January 19, 2011 by admin

I’m going to be processing the experience of Midori’s Rope Dojo for quite some time – pages of notes in my moleskine, variations on ties I’ve been using for years as well as new ties I’ve never thought of uses for (dildo harness, here we cum…). There was also the transcendent beauty and power of the scene she did with Delano…

Sorry. Lost in the memory there for a bit. Suffice to say, it was hot. Powerful. Nifty. And any scene that starts with a Traditional Japanese Cthulthu harness has gotta be good.*

One of the most valuable parts of the dojo, and part of what makes it more than just a “how to tie that knot” experience, is the section on negotiating rope scenes. It’s thorough and fun and much hotter, in my opinion, than an 18-page questionnaire or even a flippant “So, you wanna try some stuff?” As part of the process, one person will “propose” a scene – a bit like the “Very Short Story” technique – and then the other person will temporize it, explaining what they’d like more of, less of, different.

In the second round of practicing, when we had a one-minute limit to both propose and edit, my conversation with my partner (a cis-male het-presenting rope top) went something like this:

Me: You know, I’ve been frustrated at the fact that I can’t seem to find a way to enjoy the ropes on my body. Since you’re into tying the fancy Japanese style stuff, perhaps we could do a scene where you gradually put me in more and more complex, layered bondage. I enjoy a struggle, so being able to push against it might be fun, kind of like a military interrogation/torture kind of thing. I think I’d also like to involve my partner DoNotGoGently, since I also tend to enjoy whatever scene I’m in more if there is a sexual component. Then we could -”

Delano: TIME! Ok, Person B, you have one minute to edit that scene. Go!

Person B: Well, I can get with most of what you said. I like the layers of bondage, and DoNotGoGently would be great to have there. There’s just one thing that doesn’t really work for me…that’s the whole military bondage thing. I’m not really interested in interrogation or torture. I’m more interested in making the successive layers of bondage more interesting through the use of different materials…

Me: Oh, like vet wrap, duct tape…

Person B: No, I was thinking more along the lines of strips of pig flesh.

Me: …

Delano: TIME!

Even now, I’m still trying to parse that. Bacon? Pigskin leather? Much as I’d like to say yes, that’s what he meant, it’s not what he said. He said “strips of pig flesh.”

I confess. He’s a nice guy. A pleasant person. I spent time in wonderful conversations with him after.

But I’m damn glad that was just a practice negotiation. Because frankly, he scares me.

Pig flesh. Hard limit. Cue rainbow, stars, harp sound effect: The More You Know.

*maybe you had to be there.

Notes on Connection

Posted in cool people, NeatEvent, play, Rope Bondage, sex education on January 17, 2011 by admin

As part of the Wicked Grounds Holiday Dinner, I offered a two-hour bondage lesson to whoever the lucky raffle ticket winner was. It was RopeMonk, who also runs the San Francisco RopeBite, and he asked me for a short class on building connection in a scene. With the help of the lovely ClurraBella we spent two hours talking about some really neat stuff and doing rope. He’s agreed to let me share the notes from the class here; consider them food for thought, and if you want to know more, well, I’ve got quite reasonable rates…

Notes on Building & Keeping Connection & Flow in a Rope Scene

  • Don’t put distance between you and your rope bottom. Be as close as you can while still respecting boundaries
  • Ask before touching, but if you want to touch, ask.
  • Maintain contact through touch or rope tension throughout the scene.
  • Give some indication of what you’re going to do before you do it. “I’m going to put a chest harness on you” is ok, but “The rope is going on these beautiful breasts” might be better. On the other hand, “Gonna tie you down, bitch, before I smack and fuck that sweet ass” might be preferred by some. Know your bottom.
  • If you want nudity, ask for it. The worst that can happen is they say “no”.
  • Confidence as you move the bottom’s body around is always good.
  • Acknowledge mistakes if they’re obvious, like hitting her in the face with the rope, but don’t draw attention to it. He can’t see that you didn’t tie the Somerville bowline quite right behind his back; why tell him? Never say “oops” unless it’s immediately followed by “Eh, who gives a fuck?
  • If you have to backtrack, don’t say “I did that wrong.” Say something like “Ooh…you’ve got a really great body. I’ve got a better idea for this…” Then start over.
  • Precision & hesitation is for photographic shoots. If you want energy, give up the pursuit of perfection. Don’t become the Graveyard of Passion.
  • When possible, pull the rope across the body, letting it caress the skin.
  • If you have loose bands of rope, find a way to make them tighter.
  • Communicate throughout the scene. It should be a conversation, either with words or through touch.
  • At the end of the scene, you should know where your head is at, and have some idea where your bottom’s head was at. Discuss it, and see how close you both were. The more you know about each other, the better the next scene will be.

    Rigging: Graydancer Model: FaerieRing Photographer: Starven