FetLife

I've decided that it's alright that my blog address is so obvious. I've decided it's okay to not include my blog on fetlife, aside from posting occasional things as notes (depending on time and will, of course.) What if I want to rant or rave about someone ON that site? Certainly I wouldn't want them reading it, regardless of whether they know my real name or have seen nowhere about my jawline in the photo collection. Thus, I am calm and glad.

Sky was bored, so I wrote her a snip bit out of an imaginary erotica. It is pasted below, so as to not have it disappear into infinity. I don't know whether I was imagining myself as the top or bottom. Well, that's a lie. I tried to be in both perspectives, interchangeably. I just don't know which ones were the ones that got me all tingly and dizzy and disoriented. Might be the time (late!) and the sugar rushes (multiple of these is worse, unlike orgasms). Might be the shiny, spiky boots I was imagining; and the smell of leather. Or the slap, and the harsh words. Perhaps the femme connotations of a black skirt, requiring some effort to get down over the hips and thighs. ...


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She whispers slowly: "drop your skirt."
The female softness of the voice confuses you, but she moves and the smell of leather surrounds you. Specific, strong, promising. You inch the already unzipped skirt down your thighs, and receive a harsh slap.

"Too slow," comes a cold threat. You jump out of the skirt on this command, eyes welling with disgust. Embarrassed and scared by the swelling of your cunt, you look up only to hear her delighted, proud chuckle.

*
I feel like I missed something here, between the disgust and the embarrassment. But I'm too much of a lady (at least in type) to feel her up without first telling her I will; and got way too distracted by my family at that point to continue an effective dialogue, spoken or silent.

I'm off to not sleeping, then sleeping. Cheers.

Travel

How I got to wanting to go to Dark Odyssey is a few stone hops away across the river.

There once was an anarchist bookfair. At the book fair, there once was a men's workshop on violence, in which supporting only woman+positive and/or woman-made porn was mentioned as a strong ally point. There once was a Human looking for porn, then looking for feminist porn, then coming across this blog. How rad would it be to organize feminist porn awards in my city, anyways? Rad. So, once upon a pretty ole' time, I followed the links to some of the 'big names' in feminist porn. Once upon a time Tristan Taormino's page popped up, wherein there are three locations of Tristan's workshops this fall... one of which was Dark Odyssey. Holy. Fuck. Yes

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Too bad it's right when school starts. But it is on the to-do list in the next few years. Oh my goodness, yes!

That is all for now, other than that I need to come up with a name I can use for myself in the kink/sex community. Because, boy, do I ever want my name to be out there! But is it not going to be a profound experience, if my name is something other than what I have been called at birth? I do want to keep these worlds separate, I don't want someone going  "oh... which ___. the ____ one? oh..." when circles intersect. Hmmm.