Archive for the ‘Personal experience’ Category

When “sex-positive” is a euphemism for “male gaze”

(Note: This post is a republication of my original post from June 11, 2011. To the best of my knowledge, the problematic issues with the Mission Control venue in San Francisco described below have not been addressed, much less resolved.) I had been wanting to attend an event at Mission Control for a while now. [...]

Individualism versus Systems Behavior: You are not a special and unique snowflake

(Note: This post is a republication of my original post from February, 2012.) Last night, I attended Matriarchy at The RACK Room in Denver, Colorado, at the gracious invitation of the venue’s owners, Jeff and Headmistress Saskia. The event bills itself as: [O]pen to ALL women (sub, slave, top, mistress, cis, trans, female-identified, etc.) and [...]

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place: Technomaddery, Cyberbusking, and More

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down. —Ray Bradbury Earlier today, December 31st, 2011, I filed my thirty-day notice of intent to vacate my San Francisco apartment. On the one hand, I simply can’t financially afford my little studio in the Tenderloin any longer. No, I [...]

On Being Bondage Furniture

I don’t know what it’s like to be bound to most bondage furniture. But I do know what it’s like to be bondage furniture. I was reminded of this when I showed up as a volunteer for Mark’s Dungeon Crew, part of the group who had offered to help set up the Portland Leather Alliance’s [...]

Raging Chrysalis: The End of the Mute Submissive Masculine

A long habit of not thinking a thing wrong gives it a superficial appearance of being right, and raises at first a formidable outcry in defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more converts than reason. —Thomas Paine Kink, in exile: There has been an explosion around the topic of male submission. [...]

On Letting The World Burn

And it’s go boys go They’ll time your every breath And every day you’re in this place you’re two days nearer death But you go… Well a process man am I and I’m tellin’ you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the sky There’s thunder all around me and [...]

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