This is a project which has been in the works for awhile, and I'm really happy and proud of the results.
Introducing... THE VIOLENT FEMS
xoxo.
The Kingpin
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Consider Yourselves Told, Motherfuckers...
This is a project which has been in the works for awhile, and I'm really happy and proud of the results.
Introducing... THE VIOLENT FEMS
xoxo.
The Kingpin
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Enter: The Kingpin.
Aka La Bossa Nostra, aka Capo Donna, aka Gal Capone.
Stay tuned for the unveiling of The Violent Fems! (confused? good!)
xoxo.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
You Can't Yell, "Yell!" In Karate...
I was devastated yesterday in karate, when one of my teachers told me that "Kia!" actually means, "Yell!". He was like, "You can't yell 'yell' when you go to competition, the judges will laugh at you." So I said, "But I like yelling Kia!"
"You really shouldn't do it," he looked at me.
"But, won't some of them find it ironically hilarious?"
"Nomatter how good your kata is, they will think you don't know what you're saying."
"So then... what should I say?" I said.
"Try to make it more gutteral, from your diaphragm. Like, Soueoueouw!" It was like a constipated Conan the Barbarian.
"Soueooaaaioow! That does not sound right!" (I commence all manner of vowels jammed together to make my own scary noise while flexing my muscles in the mirror, to no avail.)
Funny, I don't usually have much trouble finding expletives.
xoxo.
"You really shouldn't do it," he looked at me.
"But, won't some of them find it ironically hilarious?"
"Nomatter how good your kata is, they will think you don't know what you're saying."
"So then... what should I say?" I said.
"Try to make it more gutteral, from your diaphragm. Like, Soueoueouw!" It was like a constipated Conan the Barbarian.
"Soueooaaaioow! That does not sound right!" (I commence all manner of vowels jammed together to make my own scary noise while flexing my muscles in the mirror, to no avail.)
Funny, I don't usually have much trouble finding expletives.
xoxo.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Sequins and Sadisitic Spirituality...
Or, the title of my interview with Mistress Crimson of Chicago.
Read all about it at: The Scene!
xoxo.
Read all about it at: The Scene!
xoxo.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sex Change And The City...
The person on the left is recognizable as Sarah Jessica Parker, however, the person on the right is not her younger brother, but in fact HER before her sex change in 1982.
Ha, ha. Just kidding. It's Mitch from Real Genius. But if ever someone had a doppelganger...
I am so sick of the bullshit hype around Sex and the City 2, that I could puke blood. Under no circumstance is it acceptable to go see this movie. Only if your dying grandma makes it her last request while holding a puppy with sunglasses in one hand, and a kitten with a bandaged leg in the other.
xoxo.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
The Many Faces of the Professional Dominant
The above picture is a famous sculpture by Louise Bourgeiose, who died just a week ago, 98 years young. She had a fascination with spiders, and her style was revolutionary because of it's confessional quality, which I highly admire. She also continued to remain relevant in the art world until she died- an unusual accomplishment. I very much love the imagery of a fly being caught in the spider's web as representational of how a Domme approaches her sub, which she captures quite beautifully and quite frighteningly. (Do you not see a fly? Imagine yourself standing under her)
look in womens book of myths and secrets imagery of spider and archetypes as representative of domme archetypes
I don't know how many of you know about CarnalNation.com, but it is a wonderful resource for those who like to think too much about their sexuality (ha, just kidding). Eve Minax (who also uses the analogy of the spider and the fly in her work) has a column there, and I think her latest article is quite good. Read it and tell me which category is your favorite...
Genus Dominatrices
Enjoy!
xoxo.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Shocking Truth About My First Time
Whenever someone asks me how I got into this business, the answer is inextricably linked to how I first did anything kinky at all. What I sought out, where I went, who I played with, what actually transpired. Until a week or so ago, I was under the impression that it happened because of some mysterious need I had of which I did not know the origin. Perhaps a morbid fascination with darkness, secret societies, and underground cultures. Perhaps a genetic predisposition. My deeply thought-about (so I thought) answer has always been: I am unsure, I just knew I was interested in spanking and I knew I wanted to do something weird, so I sought it out where ever I could.
It's funny how your memory can be sparked by masturbating, as I was thinking about a woman lover I had the summer before I went to college. We were high school buddies, but one day she decided that she wanted to attack me on the couch while watching some godawful movie about The Call of Cthulu. I fantasize about this sometimes, because it was so powerful, and because it is rare for me to find a woman to whom I am attracted. Usually the fantasy doesn't get past the point of making out, at which time I usually shoot my load. However, this time I followed the memory to it's end, and remembered that she attacked me in numerous ways which resemble ways that I currently attack men.
Her father was a preacher, and had abused her since she was very little. As a result, she emancipated from her parents when she was 15, dropped out of high school (although she did extremely well), and slept on various couches of various men who she relied on in a "kindness of strangers" sort of way. She was the first of us to smoke cigarettes, had a beat-up car which she probably drove too fast, worked as a stripper, and painted things she saw in her dreams. She would show up mysteriously and disappear in the same way, like a rebellious pixie. We went to the beach, read poetry aloud, danced, sang, shouted, drank too much soda, stayed up all night talking- all the things I suppose you do when you're a teenager. Her life seemed to constantly be in crisis, but somehow she made everything magical. I don't know how else to explain it, but I think you know what I mean.
This freedom of spirit of course extended into her sex life. I remember her showing me the dildo which she made her boyfriend suck on and take in his ass (which I beheld with much fascination and disbelief). She encouraged him to sleep with other men (which he grudgingly agreed to do, I think just to please her), and suggested to our group of friends that we have an orgy. No one actually wanted to have an orgy, so her suggestions were met with blank stares and cunning subject changes. Then we would talk behind her back about how outrageous the suggestion was, and how gross the actualization of it would be. She then went on a campaign to get the boys in the group to have sex with one boy whose sexuality seemed ambiguous at the time (he's a flaming homosexual now), which was also met with much derision, yet trepidation that they would be seen as boorish if they refused.
The things she did to me, now that I look back, were fairly tame, and obviously the gropings of a teenager who does not quite know what she is doing, but she impressed me with a sense of the myriad possibilities within sexuality. I hesitate to give this information away, as I feel the moment would lose part of it's power. I still know her, but we have never spoken about what happened.
Anyway, I'm just glad I remembered.
xoxo.
It's funny how your memory can be sparked by masturbating, as I was thinking about a woman lover I had the summer before I went to college. We were high school buddies, but one day she decided that she wanted to attack me on the couch while watching some godawful movie about The Call of Cthulu. I fantasize about this sometimes, because it was so powerful, and because it is rare for me to find a woman to whom I am attracted. Usually the fantasy doesn't get past the point of making out, at which time I usually shoot my load. However, this time I followed the memory to it's end, and remembered that she attacked me in numerous ways which resemble ways that I currently attack men.
Her father was a preacher, and had abused her since she was very little. As a result, she emancipated from her parents when she was 15, dropped out of high school (although she did extremely well), and slept on various couches of various men who she relied on in a "kindness of strangers" sort of way. She was the first of us to smoke cigarettes, had a beat-up car which she probably drove too fast, worked as a stripper, and painted things she saw in her dreams. She would show up mysteriously and disappear in the same way, like a rebellious pixie. We went to the beach, read poetry aloud, danced, sang, shouted, drank too much soda, stayed up all night talking- all the things I suppose you do when you're a teenager. Her life seemed to constantly be in crisis, but somehow she made everything magical. I don't know how else to explain it, but I think you know what I mean.
This freedom of spirit of course extended into her sex life. I remember her showing me the dildo which she made her boyfriend suck on and take in his ass (which I beheld with much fascination and disbelief). She encouraged him to sleep with other men (which he grudgingly agreed to do, I think just to please her), and suggested to our group of friends that we have an orgy. No one actually wanted to have an orgy, so her suggestions were met with blank stares and cunning subject changes. Then we would talk behind her back about how outrageous the suggestion was, and how gross the actualization of it would be. She then went on a campaign to get the boys in the group to have sex with one boy whose sexuality seemed ambiguous at the time (he's a flaming homosexual now), which was also met with much derision, yet trepidation that they would be seen as boorish if they refused.
The things she did to me, now that I look back, were fairly tame, and obviously the gropings of a teenager who does not quite know what she is doing, but she impressed me with a sense of the myriad possibilities within sexuality. I hesitate to give this information away, as I feel the moment would lose part of it's power. I still know her, but we have never spoken about what happened.
Anyway, I'm just glad I remembered.
xoxo.
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