Posts Tagged ‘kink’
Where ARE these “Predatory dominants”?
I attend quite a few Kink / Leather / BDSM events. I don’t wear obvious symbols of ownership.* I’m a pretty friendly person. I can count on one hand the times I’ve been slimed by tops at these events. in over 11 years, it is an extremely rare occurrence. But to read the fluttering panicky…
Read MorePut up or shut up.
When people are first coming out into the BDSM community and feeling wallflowerish, new, awkward and like a kid on the outskirts of the cafeteria looking for a way to be closer to the “Cool” table, I often recommend that they volunteer for events. Munches are a great way to meet people, sure. BDSM and…
Read MoreMaking a Dark Odyssey…alone.
I will be leaving beautiful San Francisco to visit our nation’s capital twice within a one-month period. W000t! This first is to take part in the stunning moment of history that is the Coronation Inauguration of Barack Hussein Obama. Holyshit. I still have a slow burn of effulgent shock when I think on what we…
Read MorePretty Mess.
I am aware that there are people who enjoy “messy” sex as their kink. I was, not too long ago, at dinner with friends. When one poured a mini-pitcher of au jus down the shirt of the other (to my shocked dismay, let me add) the saucee was less dismayed by the impromptu gravy anointing as they were…
Read MoreFucking Monsters.
Fucking Twitter. A series of Tweets with PantheraPardus bounced me out of bed so that I could try to explain to myself why fucked up people turn me on.  In 1992 I was living in LA and had gone, with a few girlfriends, to see the new Tarantino flick. I didn’t know anything about it, but…
Read MoreSome days I hate what I need.
My subconscious Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic was thrumming with memory and pulsing with perversion everywhere for me this weekend. I had a lovely brunch with a dear friend on Sunday. He is, among many things, a sadist and of British extraction. These things are, in my book, two of the the very Pillars of Win. Being extremely well-hung…
Read MoreFor my FetLife Friend.
So may times over the years I see submissives fall “prey” to “predators” or fall  “victim” of a bad dom or exploitative wolf in leather clothing.  I recently made the online acquaintance of a woman who was going from an online to a real-time dominant / submissive (d/s) relationship.  The fairytale for which…
Read MoreJust another day in Pervidice.
Though I rarely take things for granted, I do occasionally fail to step back and see the larger surreal picture. Seurat-a-tat-tat when I DO step back I inhale the myriad blots and splotches that resolve into a story told in moments. Recovering from the abrupt rape of a badly decomposed molar was complicated by goddess-awful…
Read MoreMo’s Emo Munch.
Since the first Munch was held in 1992 in the South Bay, perverts have been getting together casually over coffee tea and food to shoot the shit and try to hook up. I attended a Munch today that had me in a bit of a contemplative mood. A friend was exchanging messages with their new…
Read More“LEAVE….THE….VANILLAS…..ALONE!!!!!”
I fucking love vanilla ice cream. It is my favorite flavor. And by ice cream I mean frozen yogurt as I am violently lactose intolerant. I love frozen vanilla yogurt. There. I’ve said it! Vanilla pudding, vanilla cake….when I was a kid, I used to love adding a capfull of vanilla flavoring to my milk.…
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