Nov 152010
 

By Brian Flaherty

On September 7, 2010, the Western District of Missouri issued an indictmentCarnalNation, which links to Lindsay Beyerstein’s especially good discussion of this case in the context of BDSM and consent. However, there are other elements of this case – peripheral, but worth exploring.

One aspect of this case which seems very elephant-in-the-room-ish to me, is that in July 2007 the young woman in question was featured on the cover of Hustler’s Taboo. The photos themselves were reportedly taken by someone well known in the BDSM community, Nina Hartley’s husband. The ‘didn’t anyone notice something was wrong?’ questions are dealt with nicely in the CarnalNation article linked above. However, I’m still wondering: what’s going to happen when legions of anti-porn zealots get their claws into this? The all-pornography-is-abuse arguments are general, generic, and toothless. When these arguments are attached to a specific person – attached with objective, graphic evidence – the arguments will grow more compelling.

It reminds me very much of Linda Lovelace, who was abused and threatened into making pornography – most notably Deep Throat – in the 70s. With the 1980 publication of Ordeal, which told of monstrous abuse at the hands of her husband and manager Chuck Traynor, she provided fuel for a thousand anti-porn fires and one very terrible commission report. I fear that the legions of myopic anti-porn zealots will use Ed Bagley’s victim the same way they used Linda Lovelace: as a poster-child for the dangers of pornography. Ironically, they will miss is real similarity between the two: both were victims of violent controlling men, not of pornography. Oh, and at least one became a victim of the anti-porn movement as well: it should be remembered that at in the 90’s, Lovelace complained that she was “used” by the anti-pornography movement, that they “never helped me out… they made a few bucks off me, just like everybody else.”

There is a lot to say, a lot to write about this case – and the trial hasn’t even gotten started yet. More updates as they occur. But when this case gets big – and I fear that it will – you, as the kinkiest person in the room, may be asked for an opinion. Pay attention, separate fact from conjecture, and most importantly: call people – and the media – on their bullshit. Abuse is abuse. BDSM relationships involve extreme care, extreme protection of the other, and explicitly
negotiated boundaries – the precise opposite of abuse.

To Be or Not To Be of Service

 Posted by on November 14, 2010
Nov 142010
 

By Miss Indigo

I knew this moment would come. The moment where my partner would ask me to try something we have never tried before. For months, we have been carefully watching other couples, trying to learn how we want to do this polyamory thing. We’ve seen couples who date other couples, couples who play with others individually and couples who use Dominant and Submissive dynamics to maintain their relationships. So I wondered when the moment would come when my partner mentioned the relationship dynamic she wanted to try. A few weeks ago, she started to give me subtle hints.

A few Friday’s ago, my partner begged me to attend a workshop by Laine entitled A Servant’s Toolkit – Guide to being prepared. During the workshop, we were given a lengthy hand out with detailed instructions on how to put together various service kits, for trips, play dates, evening outings or even a day trip around town. Much of Laine’s experience around prep work for being a service bottom included making lists of the items that are most important to whoever you are being of service to and being armed and ready if anything comes up during your time of service.

The idea of being organized and prepared intrigued me. I have been a Girl Scout much of my life and our motto “Be Prepared” has always stuck with me. But I could hardly predict that I would be using the motto to prepare for serving my partner. Now I finally knew what she was hinting at.

So being the good partner I am and always being open to being a willing participant, I decided to take on some of my partner’s request to service her. I will admit, before I got started, I was a bit skeptical. I’m very openly a bottom but being a bottom that is of service is a totally new and different concept. Performing duties for another provokes images of an indentured servant and as a black woman, the last thing I want to do is channel feelings of servitude and slavery.

But I figured I would leave my politics out of my personal life for a moment and try something that I knew would please my girlfriend.

We decided to start with a simple service: Putting on and taking off my partner’s shoes before and after we left the house together. I tried it a few times and I actually liked it. My partner was quite pleased (mostly because I tie really good tight knots) and I was rewarded with a mini-make out session afterwards. I started to think this might just be a win/win situation: her shoes are tied so I certainly don’t have to roll my eyes about them coming undone during the day and I got rewarded with a loving kisses.

Of course there have been times where I was not at all in the space to be of service. My mind is completely preoccupied and I find myself wishing my partner had another willing female submissive to do her bidding. But in the end I think being willing to take on a new role in our relationship is important because my priority is to keep my partner happy and coming back for more. Sometimes this might mean considering her needs over my own. Embarking on being in service is just a reminder that choosing a relationship means choosing to complete selfless acts. Those selfless acts are expressions of gratitude and love. And for this developing service bottom, it just might be worth it.

Chasing Happiness is for Losers

 Posted by on November 10, 2010
Nov 102010
 

By Mako Allen

Lao-tzu would never say such a hideous thing. But now that I’ve got your attention, he did have a lot to say about the way people strive to achieve happiness.

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If you over esteem great men,

people become powerless.

If you overvalue possessions,

people begin to steal.

The Master leads

by emptying people’s minds

and filling their cores,

by weakening their ambition

and toughening their resolve.

He helps people lose everything

they know, everything they desire,

and creates confusion

in those who think that they know.

Practice not-doing,

and everything will fall into place.

There’s an American slang term for the sort of behavior Lao-tzu is describing in this verse, “keeping up with the Joneses.” Vanilla or otherwise, people do this sort of thing all the time.

When you see your friend’s shiny new electronic gizmo, or hear about their recent trip to an exotic location you experience this complex rush of feelings: envy, because you want the same things, despair because you’re uncertain how, if ever you’ll get them and frustration that you can’t have them right now. There are probably dozens more feelings mixed up in that same unpleasant cocktail.

People have those same sorts of feelings for people, too. You might want to be skinny like someone you know, or have as powerful a job, or as easy access to money.

Taoism refers to this action of unfulfilled longing as “striving.” Striving is a waste of time. We’ve all certainly strived for things in the past and achieved some of them. But yet you always find yourself striving for more, or for something else.

Kinky people strive all the time, too. We just strive about some additional rather complicated things. I can remember a time in my life when I thought if I didn’t get spanked on a regular basis, I’d never be happy. Well, I do get spanked regularly now – and it didn’t stop me from fixating on getting peed on for a long time, too. It seems like there’s always something I’m yearning for, and by the time I get it, there’s always something else.

Chuang-tzu, the second most widely known Taoist sage, said, “Happiness is the absence of the striving for happiness.”

That’s an important concept to understand. Happiness isn’t something you do, it’s something you experience, while not striving to be happy. Instead of striving, what is it that you do instead?

There’s really no one answer to the question. Part of what Lao-tzu recommends is to empty your mind, to cast off your desires. When you do so, you can more fully experience your life. Instead of struggling to achieve what might be, you fully immerse yourself in what you are, have, and do.

This idea befuddled me for years. The Tao te Ching is filled with passages about the evolving, fluid nature of the Tao. It’s always moving, always changing. It’s not change that Lao-tzu cautions against – it’s against struggling with the fact of it. Things change how, when, and if they’re supposed to.

The ambition that this verse speaks of is the ambition for things to be a certain way. But nothing

    ever

stays the same. The resolve it speaks of is the ability to experience that change one single step at a time.

I’ve experienced that ambition myself. I remember back when I first began exploring BDSM and the scene. I couldn’t get enough of kink.

Every single weekend was the same. I’d leave work Friday, head down to the scene club, play until I was exhausted, go home, collapse into sleep, wake up, and do it again. Come Sunday night I was very sore, very happy, but crushed I’d have to wait a whole week to do it again. My entire life revolved around kink. I bemoaned that it took me that long to get into the scene, lamented passing over earlier opportunities to do so, too.

I came to see that part of why kink made me so deliriously happy was because of the long period of time I’d spent without it. As I grew in experience and comfort in the scene, that hot eagerness turned into the mellow satisfaction of living a more balanced life.

Nowadays, a very large portion of my life is kink, but not all of it. And I’m way more focused on helping and teaching others, than on living that constant weekend over and over. And I’m as happy now as I was then, living a fulfilling, but different life.

The simple truth is this – you don’t have to chase happiness. Just stop and you will see it all around you.

Sex education (or lack of) in my youth

 Posted by on November 9, 2010
Nov 092010
 

By Princess Kali

I remember the only sex-ed class I was given, which was in the 6th grade, at the rural school I attended as one of the few white students along with mostly Hispanic migrant children. We were grouped in with the 7th and 8th graders and still didn’t total more than 25 all together. All the boys and all the girls sat together in a circle with one of our usual teachers talking about health and hygiene. There wasn’t any talk about pleasure, and even the health info seemed rather vague. I remember that when question time came, no-one’s hand went up….except mine.

I wanted to know if it was ok to kiss boys (I had recently discovered how fun it was to torment boys with kisses; they were such willing tormentee’s!). I said I felt like they weren’t telling us everything, was there something they were leaving out? The session was closed rather quickly with vague and disapproving dismissals. In high school, I lived in an Abstinence Only county so we weren’t really told anything at all except not to even THINK about having sex.

Their motto seemed to be – “No condoms for you! You horny teenagers might actually use them!!”

In high school I saw sexuality as an adventure that I didn’t want to wait until I was an “adult” to dive into, and that as long as I did my best to be safe and do my exploring in a smart way, that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. Of course that didn’t really fit in with how it’s all “supposed” to be, and I was quickly labeled a slut. It was meant as a demeaning word, which was used against me by girls that were so afraid of their own desires and the possibility of acting out on them they needed to shame me to feel better about themselves. I still didn’t think I was doing anything wrong and continued having my fun, playing and exploring.

As someone who discusses sexuality for a living now, I have mixed feelings at times about the path that has led me here. I fully recognize that the drive I feel to provide creative and supportive sexuality education is directly linked to the lack of it in my early life. It’s related to feeling like I was alone in figuring it out through my teens and early twenties (and now in a different way as I head into my thirties and beyond). If there was a place that showed me how inspirational, intimate, and exotic our sexual experiences can be….I don’t think I would have felt like I needed to learn it all *right now*, and to figure it all out *right now* (you know, the teenager version of RIGHT NOW).

If I was given a language to describe my desires, perhaps I would not have felt such an urge to act them out as a way of identification and expression (which, as a teenager isn’t always safe or smart). If I was given straightforward information rather than the focus always being on what we shouldn’t do (i.e. everything) then I would have felt like there were options rather than feeling that if I was going to be labeled a slut, well, I might as well go have some slutty fun.

Looking back now I wouldn’t change anything in my life. I am exceptionally grateful for the unique path I have enjoyed (and look forward to enjoying a great deal longer!) and while I have been told many times that I could have chosen a more socially acceptable career path….I can’t imagine doing anything that brings me as much joy, pleasure and passion as sexuality & kink education does.

So in many ways, the lack of sex education that I experienced in my youth is exactly what has led me to my life’s passion, and for that, I am also grateful. But it was the much harder road, and while I am a firm believer that everyone deserves to walk their own path, with the kind of healthy sexuality information found on Scarleteen, the next generation will suffer a few less pot-holes on the way.

Please help sustain Scarleteen by making a donation, anything from $5 on up will help this incredibly important resource reach out to youth to make the world a safer and saner place for smart sexuality!

V- Power!

 Posted by on November 8, 2010
Nov 082010
 

By N

Dahlings!! I am a little late this month but that is because I was taking part in the fabulousity that was the 10th Annual Miss Lez Pageant run, conceived & conceptualized by NYC Legend Murray Hill. The event described as “A wildly provocative, diverse, jaw-dropping alternative beauty pageant for queer womyn.” was that and so much more & in it’s 10th year, it’s being described as the best one yet! From the time I even came out of the closet, I knew I was destined to take part in it. I love pageantry; it challenges me and I love theatricality in all its forms…give me production value and I will swoon!

I was chosen as Miss Wildcard, which means unlike the other contestants, I represent myself while everyone else represents amazing queer run parties, retail stores & even a lesbian musical. It’s all about showcasing and supporting an amazing community!

Alongside contestants Drae Campbell (Rebel Cupcake & the WINNER), Ariel Speedwagon (Hey Queen! & 1st Runner Up), Afrotitty (Re/Dress & Miss Congeniality), Goldie Peacock (Choice Cunts), & Vicky Sin (Lesbian Love Octagon), we sashayed the stage during the Platform, Swimsuit, Interview, Talent and Evening Wear segments of the event. I wouldn’t have wanted to be a judge because every single contestant was super talented & brought it!!!!

For me, the PLATFORM part of the pageant was the hardest because I have an intense fear of public speaking, my fear is one of the main therapeutic reasons that I began hosting my shows. My Platform was called “V-Power”, a theme I’m sure will be used from now on in my shows, because it is simple, concise and straight to the point. I opened with “My Platform is V-Power, because in the end, no matter where you come from, no matter who you sleep with, & no matter what your gender representation is, we all come from the same womb.”

The ENTIRE theme was VAGINA, there were vagina wigs, vagina dresses and even vagina hats! It was an outcry to all the LGTBQ lives lost through suicide but most importantly it was a look at universal acceptance and self-love realizing we all come from the same place & therefore we should treat each other with respect. The recent LGTBQ suicides really hit home for me because I was one of those teenagers bullied at school like many people I know. I had even tried to take my life on several occasions and was admitted to a mental facility at one point. My entire childhood can be pinpointed to Tuesday evenings at solo or group therapy and the entire time I never realized WHY I was different. Growing up in the 90’s, there were no Lesbian/Gay alliances at my school and there were certainly no talking about it. It was a different time & through the years of performing I realized that for me, getting on stage and being loved by an audience of my peers, that it really DOES get better. I wake up every day glad to be alive & celebrate it through performance!
Now I didn’t win the pageant nor did I place, but I am a winner regardless. I stood up there and delivered a performance of a lifetime! My talent was culminated by dressing as a giant vagina singing “I Will Always Love You” while being fanned by white feather fans and looking at myself in a mirror. That moment cemented that I was here, I was queer and you will get used to it!

Because He Said So

 Posted by on November 4, 2010
Nov 042010
 

By Rayne

At first, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to think of something to write about. I shouldn’t have been. M always comes through.

I was sitting here tapping away at an email to my father, when M said, “You can put your stuff back on now.” My “stuff” being the leather collar and cuffs, and chain leash I’m required to wear most of the time. “And stop taking them off when M and S come up here. They both know what you are. You’ve spoken with S about it in detail. But you rush to take them off every time they come up here. All because the little bitch is embarrassed. That’s a bad dog. You shouldn’t be embarrassed of being a slave.”

I was so stunned that it was probably five minutes before I was able to think of a retort. “I-I’m not embarrassed!” I stammered. “Come here!”

“Excuse me? You come here.”

I sighed all melodramatic-like, and walked over to him. I’m given a great many concessions.

Walking to him when he’s the one who walked away shouldn’t hurt my pride as much as it does.

“I’m not embarrassed. I just don’t want to embarrass them.”

“What do I care if they’re embarrassed?”

The proper response is “Yes, Master.” I think I giggled nervously and walked away.

On a lot of kink forums, you hear complaints about “forcing” your kink on someone else, which is generally viewed as committing a kinky act in a public, non-kinky venue, or even participating in extreme play, without getting the consent of the people who may or may not be watching.

And in some cases, I can see their reasoning. But where do we draw the line?

I mean, is answering my door in a collar and cuffs really that obtrusive? More obtrusive than someone, who knows I prefer they call first, using the key they talked my landlord into giving them to unlock the door to my hallway, so they can traipse up my stairs, and pound on my door? I throw clothes on. Isn’t that enough courtesy for someone who’s shown me none?

But instead, I’m embarrassed for them. I rip the off the most obtrusive evidence of my slavery (I wear an Eternity Collar that only comes off for court appearances, plane trips, and doctor visits.), and tuck them in a corner. I hope I don’t have a giant purple dildo on the table, or a bigger black one hanging off the wall to test its suction cup, but mostly, these things have become so commonplace that my eyes just glaze over them until we’re standing right next to them.

But I know that even though they both know what I am, and they both have a pretty good knowledge of kink and sexuality, they’ll at least pretend to be uncomfortable for appearances.

But should that matter to me?

The answer, at this point, is no. It shouldn’t. Because M said it shouldn’t, and his word is law. And that should be the end of it, but it won’t be.

I’ll do as he says, of course. But I’ll fret over it until it happens, and I’ll fret over it after it happens, and until I see the women again, I’ll worry about if things are gonna be weird. And when things aren’t weird the first time, I’ll expect them to be weird the second.

Eventually, I’ll tell M I’m fretting over it, because, after all, I’m required to be completely transparent with him. Or as much as possible, anyway. And I’ll probably get in trouble. I mean, maybe not punishment worthy trouble, but at least a stern talking to about how it shouldn’t matter to me how they feel. All that should matter is that he is pleased.

And if I do as he says, he will be pleased. So maybe I should just skip the fretting. Seems we’ll both be happier that way. And isn’t it M’s responsibility, being the one in control, to worry about what the neighbors think if he chooses to?

Nov 032010
 

By Mike Skiff (guest writer)

Kink Crusader trailer

“Kink Crusaders” is the story of the world’s oldest Kink/Fetish competition – the International Mr. Leather contest. And as Mistress Eve says: “It’s not just for ‘white gay males’ anymore…And I like that!” IML has grown from a beauty pageant in 1979 – where muscles and masculinity mattered more than a solid Kink soul – into the public face of community leadership that it is today.

The contestants are a range of men who are straight, transgender, disabled, and senior – right along side in jockstraps with their gay brethren. Don Sir – Mr. Long Beach Leather – is a straight Dominant who takes a challenge to ‘go outside’ his comfort zone and learn about Leather’s queer history. But are the rigors of a titleholder already giving him cold feet towards a possible IML win? Richard – Mr. Ottawa Leather – let’s his rebellious spirit shine, as he becomes the first man to compete from a wheelchair. Mr. Guerneville Leather is Hunter, who proudly shows off his very first piece of leather, his black combat boots from when he served in Vietnam. He’s unconcerned if people think he is ‘too old to enter a contest’, because he’s up on the stage representing an entire generation that was lost to AIDS.

And it all began when IML founder Chuck Renslow opened the first Leather bar in Chicago during the 1950s. Chuck recounts payoffs to the police in those days to keep the bar in business; what it took to book a hotel for the first IML; and what a crucial public space International Mr. Leather weekend has become for the Kink community to gather. He attributes IML’s longevity and success to his commitment to inclusiveness within his Kink family.

“Kink Crusaders” is director Micheal Skiff’s first full-length feature documentary – and he doesn’t shy away from weighty subjects such as the difference between BDSM and the images of torture captured in the Abu Ghraib photos. Or the impact the ‘Spanner’ laws have had on the U.K.’s Kink community. Handling the heavy topic lifting are several of the pioneering voices of the queer Leather scene like, David Kloss (the first IML winner), Mr. Marcus (journalist), and educator Queen Cougar.

So spend a weekend with a family of kinky women and men as they select their next ‘crusader.’

This sexy, smart doc dares to ask: Is there a Kink Crusader in us all?

“Kink Crusaders” will be hitting the film festival circuit in 2011. It has already been accepted to the Gay Film Festival UK and is in consideration for such prestigious as Slamdance, CineKink and SXSW.

Director Skiff is encouraging the Kink/Fetish/Leather community to show support for this sex-positive documentary by checking out:

KinkCrusaders-themovie.com

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One Day Doesn’t Cut It

 Posted by on November 2, 2010
Nov 022010
 

By Shanna Katz

On October 20th, millions of people wore purple. Some people changed their twitter or facebook pictures to be purple, people blogged and tweeted and talked and discussed all sorts of things about anti-LGBTQ bullying, about bullying as a whole. They made It Gets Better youtube videos, they linked to the Trevor Project and the Make It Better Project. People reached out to youth, they started dialogue, it was great.

And then it was October 21st. The purple images turned back to Technicolor, the topics of conversation included Modern Family quotations and what people were going to dress up as for Halloween. While a select few continued to talk about the bullying, the hate crimes, the youth who have to put up with this ridiculous abuse on a regular basis, the buzz about it all had died down. I mean, it wasn’t Spirit Day anymore…so why bother to wear purple?

THIS is one of the huge problems out society has in creating change. We choose a day, a week or even a month – we pour our voices, our shirt colors, our social network pictures, and sometimes even a few bucks into the cause de jour, and then poof. Back to our daily lives. How many people wear a red ribbon and discuss HIV/AIDS not on World AIDS Day in December? How many people discuss breast cancer, beating it and finding a cure…when it’s not pink October?

It’s great that we have awareness days, but awareness of important issues like cancers, STIs, domestic violence, bullying, sexual assault, etc should not be relegated to days or months. We start to care only in 24 hour or 30 day long periods, and then, all that momentum is gone. What about the teen that gets teased every day for being who they are? Well, it’s not October 20th, so that’s not the appropriate cause. Sorry.

Or how about the fact that in addition to housing Breast Cancer Awareness Month , Spirit Day and Coming Out Day, October is also host to Domestic Violence Awareness Month (whose color also just happens to be purple). However, Domestic Violence isn’t in our faces right now, it’s not the trendy cause. So we wear purple to support the end to homophobic and transphobic bullying, but we have hardly any conversation about preventing relationship violence in our society, and how to support survivors. Because there is a new cause, other important issues fall to the wayside.

What is the answer? I don’t know. Because of cell phones, and smart phones, and the ease/accessibility of the internet for many, it is hard to think outside of immediacy, past “right now!” or beyond this moment. We tend to crave immediate gratification – change my profile picture NOW, and then I don’t have to think about it anymore.

The problem is that when we have that mind set, we let down those who we are claiming to support.

Awareness is the first step, yes, but it shouldn’t be tied to a day or a month. If you are aware of bullying, then throw some dollars or time at your local LGBTQ youth group…or help create one. Donate monthly to the issues you really are aware of and DO care about. Whether it is money, or time, or in kind donations, keep it up. Be aware of these issues not just for a day, or for a month, but all year. Support them truly, instead of just via a profile picture, or reposting a tweet. Only when we decide as a society to care ALL of the time can we actually create constant change.

Two Lovers? Oh Yes!

 Posted by on November 1, 2010
Nov 012010
 

by Leah Shapiro

More and more I am realizing that the only thing standing between me and my complete satisfaction and joy is ME!

Let me give you a prime example.

I’m in a wonderful, juicy relationship with an awesome guy. He’s sweet and kind; we communicate openly, thoroughly enjoy each other’s company, and laugh a lot! He also loves when I tie him up and spank him and is content to be my sex toy, so we are pretty much a match made in heaven! Except for one thing…

He’s having a serious love affair that takes up a lot of his time.

This love affair is not with another person. It‘s with the theater. My sweetie is a professional actor and he is very committed to his craft. This commitment is one of the reasons I was attracted to him in the first place, but it also creates all kinds of problems for me.

You see, I’m someone who likes a lot of attention from her partner. Not in a high maintenance, I-need-to-be-with-you-every-second-of-the-day kind of way. Rather, I like to spend weekends doing stuff together and making dinner at home a few nights a week. When my partner makes spending time with me a priority, I feel like I am important to them. “Quality time” is one of my love languages. This becomes a big problem when my man is in a show. There are rehearsals every night, and the weekends are taken up by performances. At times, all his energy is focused somewhere else and there is not very much room left for me. I learned to accept this reality, but it still bothered me. I wasn’t getting my needs met, and it became very frustrating for both of us.

That’s not to say that there wasn’t an easy solution staring us in the face. We had discussed the possibility of being polyamorous from the beginning of our relationship, but for some reason I was hesitant to go there. I am totally open to the idea of open relationships and have had them in the past, but I was resisting it in this case. The idea of being poly was so appealing, especially the way it was being offered. I could have other lovers, but my sweetie would not–he was already busy enough and barely had the energy for one relationship. I had total permission to do whatever would make me happy, but I still refused to accept it.

What the hell was going on in that head of mine? Why was I not jumping at the chance to have my cake and eat it too?

When I got really honest with myself and stopped trying to blame my sweetie for being “wrong”, I was able to see what was really standing in my way. I was caught up in my middle child syndrome” stuff and some pre-packaged beliefs about what my relationship was supposed to look like. I held a story in my mind that I said, “I don’t get enough attention from the people closest to me, I am not important, and I don’t matter enough to be the priority”, and that is exactly what I was experiencing. On some level, I’d also bought into the pre-packaged belief that one person is supposed to meet all my needs. Like that could ever happen! It wasn’t possible for me to see it any other way while I was standing so firmly in these stories.

These thoughts had me all screwed up and were the only thing standing between my happiness and me!
Since I’m 100% committed to feeling good and living My Kick-Ass Life, I decided to ditch those old, limiting stories and empower myself to be in charge of my own happiness. It is my job to make sure that

I have everything that I need to be happy, and finding myself another lover is the perfect solution. I don’t want to give up my current sweetie because what we have rocks, and I don’t have to! I’d rather stop restricting myself and open up to finding another relationship that enhances my current one.

I love the freedom I have found now that I have gotten out of my own way and given myself permission to have my cake and eat it, too!

Calendar Party Weekend Wrap Up

 Posted by on October 28, 2010
Oct 282010
 

by Princess Kali

I remember scheduling the Sex Blogger Calendar Release Party Weekend for October 1st at the start of this year. It seemed like it was ages away, and as the months have gone by it still felt off in the distance of my calendar.

A few weeks ago, here at Fearless Press we geared up for the series of sexy events with our special coverage section, and then suddenly the time had come, to head to New York City and socialize with the who’s who of the sexuality world!

For us, the weekend festivities started with a video shoot for the Kink Academy website, a Thursday afternoon of bondage and education. Then, the evening progressed to an “Intimate Evening with Carol Queen” attended by special invitation only. Cocktails, conversations and a stimulating discussion about privacy issues surrounding blogging and talking about sexuality publicly made the event a particular pleasure to be at.

The absolutely amazing Carol Queen led the discussion which brought up such problems as “what does it mean to post your real identity verses using a pseudonym?” and “how can our families and loved ones be affected by our choice to blog/educate/ talk about sexuality experiences?” and so much more. It was an inspiring night and I was appreciative for the opportunity to talk with bloggers and other activists that I had met online, as well as ones that I wasn’t already familiar with.

Friday brought more Kink Academy video shoots and then the “big event”. At 6:30pm the festivities kicked off for the official release party, and the place was absolutely packed! There was so much networking, socializing and sexy fabulousness going on it got kind of hard to keep track (well, that plus I only had 3 hours of sleep from the night before!). Bloggers from all over the country had come in, as well as fan’s of bloggers, to enjoy the performances (including Nina Hartley!) and keep their fingers crossed to win something in the raffle. I ended up at the NJOY after-party (quite by accident, but I was ecstatic to find the pizza when I got there ;) where there was more networking and socializing before the night finally ended with the New York City bars full and my feet aching.

But that wasn’t all, Saturday was full of sexy kinky happenings too, including our very own Kink Academy Open House. A free afternoon filled with live demonstrations by our faculty members along with video clips projected on the wall and computer’s to explore the website. With fun games (including a banana blow job competition and fast-tie face off) that saw attendee’s going home with some amazing prizes like; an NJOY Purewand, a double ended dildo donated by Trinity Romance, a couple of bible purses and Scene Starter decks and more. Mini cupcakes finished the event off and everyone headed for some rest before hitting the last get together of the weekend.

Cinekink ‘Bite the Apple’ finished Saturday off, with a selection of erotic films featuring directors from New York City. I’ve known about this unique film festival forever but scheduling had always kept me from attending, so I was happy to finally be able to attend. Very provocative, moody and sensual films were shown to an audience that had an energy of winding down after an exhausting few days. It was a wonderful end to a weekend of events that totally lived up to the hype.

Didn’t get a chance to attend? Check out our Special Coverage page to see video clips, tweets, and a round-up of photo galleries and blog posts.