(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. [...]
Archive for the ‘Personal history’ Category
When “sex-positive” is a euphemism for “male gaze”
19 Mar 2013 at 10:27
maymay
Myths and misconceptions, Personal experience, Personal history, Politics of sex
On Being Bondage Furniture
04 Dec 2011 at 16:09
maymay
Bitter and jealous, Emotions, Personal experience, Personal history, Politics of sex
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
02 Sep 2011 at 19:20
maymay
Emotions, Male sexuality, Personal experience, Personal history, Politics of sex
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. [...]
Story of How to Improve the Future: Always Hate The Status Quo
19 May 2011 at 09:48
maymay
Bitter and jealous, Community, Personal experience, Personal history, Politics of sex
[A]ll of life is punctuated by stories, some more beneficial than others. At every stage narratives can prepare people for the future or steel them to bear the troubles and routines of the present. Moreover, these stories can disclose other folkways or recall past events that otherwise would be denied or forgotten. —Anne M. Wyatt-Brown, [...]
We are all victims, even the revolutionaries
What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Frogs and snails And puppy-dogs’ tails, That’s what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice And everything nice, That’s what little girls are made of. —Early nineteenth century nursery rhyme [...]
Community? Fuck the community. This isn’t for them, anyway.
That word gets bandied around a lot: “community.” It’s a stupid word. It doesn’t mean anything unless you define it, and since everyone has a different definition of what it means, you always have to define it. Which means you can’t ever use it and trust that what you say is what other people hear. [...]
