Non-Consensual Consent?

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I recently saw the documentary Graphic Sexual Horror, and am still mulling it over.  The movie is a documentary covering the now defunct insex.com, an early and notorious internet bondage site that ran from 1997 to 2005.  The site exclusively featured female submission, with stills, videos, and live feeds, and had something like 35000 members at the height of its popularity.   The movie has extensive interviews with the creator of insex.com, Brent Scott (known as “pd”), as well as with some of the former models,  members, and staff.

At first, insex.com seems like a bondage paradise.  Cheery models are interviewed, explaining how much fun (in a super intense way) that they had, and how it was a great way to make easy money.  Scenes of the shooting are shown, during which models are extensively queried as to their health and comfort between shoots (to ensure that the during-shoot distress that they are displaying is only an act for the camera).

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Pain: She’s Gotta Have It

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Sometimes I have a strong craving to be hurt, to receive pain.  It’s not an endorphin high I’m seeking, instead it’s an actual desire to feel an extreme sensation.  I am lucky to have sadistic lovers in my life, but what to do when they’re out of town or otherwise occupied?

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Figging for Fun?

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Last week, I was figged. Figging, oddly enough, does not involve figs.  Instead, it describes the action of taking ginger and inserting it into an ass (or possibly a vagina).  It is supposed to cause a burning sensation, and if you believe the, er, literature, to also cause an increase in what are euphemistically referred to as “sexual desires”.

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Pop! Goes the Bottom

The first piercing that I ever had was late at night, at the SF Citadel, from a couple that I had not played with before.  After what I remember as a very fun caning (my first), they decided to try needles on me as well.  I had not seen the attraction of needles prior to that night, and, frankly, still didn’t afterwards.  We were pressed for time, and although they pierced allegedly sensitive areas of my body (breasts and nipples), the entire situation was hurried, the needles were very very small, and the experience didn’t leave much of an impression on me.  I wasn’t hostile to needles afterward, but definitely skeptical.
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Tits and Marks

Marks left after a scene are often a delightful reminder of a special time.  Sometimes they happen to look really cool too.  And sometimes, after playing with far too many partners in far too short of a time, well, you can see the results.  But hey, it was my birthday month!

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As I recover from my overindulgences, I look back at the year with a smile on my face, love in my heart, and bruises, scratches, and holes all over my body… and wonder what the next year will bring.

Journeyman Academy Graduation

On Sunday, I attended the the graduation of the cadets of the 2008 Journeyman III Academy of California, held at the San Francisco Citadel (the local dungeon).  From what I can tell as an outsider, the academy is a pretty amazing institution, and graduation from it is a big deal.  The audience that showed up included many prominent members of the BDSM community, and the guest speaker list was impressive, including Master Mike Aylett, Master Skip Chasey, and VG Smith & Sarah Auberon.

The academy serves a valuable role in preserving Leather culture.  In their words, it is a “forum for advanced training in Leather traditions and history, D/s relationship issues, advanced S/m play, and Leather spirituality.”  The program is a serious undertaking.  It lasts 18 months, and requires a commitment of at least a full weekend a month, in addition to outside readings and homework assignments.  It is intended to be difficult and grueling.

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Blood, blood, everywhere…

Last week I was lucky enough to be invited to a special taping of blood-related kinky activities for Dave Navarro, for his upcoming show on the Independent Film Channel. Phil and August of the San Francisco Citadel had arranged for a variety of scenes to be performed in his presence, and since the shoot was allegedly showing a class with demos, they needed an audience of “students”, which is where I came in.
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