Sexuality Happens

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Since moving to Arizona, I’ve tried to get involved in many communities, including multiple facets of the kink community here in Phoenix.  Within the first two weeks, we’d joined three groups, been to a kink carnival and orientation, and a women only play party, not to mention a munch or two. I tried to meet people, to make things work, to fit in.

While we made a few select friends, for the most part, we didn’t fit. There are very few queer identified people out and about to start, and even less in the kink community. In several groups, we’re the only queer identified couple.  At the women’s only event, I received a little bit of femme bashing, and Q felt incredibly out of place. And queerness aside, we felt very out of place because we not attach a D/s dynamic to our relationship, and it seems as though almost everyone here is very staunchly identified as top or bottom, Dom(me) or sub, and we don’t.  We don’t even identify as switches.  While occasionally she’ll call me Mistress during sex, or I’ll call her Sir while all tied up, we don’t play with power much. We’re just kinky, and that doesn’t seem to be an option.

I decided to start a new group here; AlternaKink. For those of us who don’t play within the typical power structure of BDSM, those who are queer or have different gender presentations and don’t feel comfortable in the current spaces, for those who like to laugh while playing, and who are alternative.

And cue the storm of “oh my god, you’re a horrible person, you’re not community oriented, you’re fracturing the community.”  Never mind that I specifically noted that I respected the other groups, planned to stay of member of them, and was just trying to create a safe space and additional options.  There aren’t even parties every weekend here, none the less a choice of “should we go here, or here.”

Apparently, everytime someone has tried to start another group here, they’ve been shouted down, told that they’re community wreckers, and been sabotaged in a variety of ways. Well, that actually comes after the guilt trip; I had comments, messages and wall posts telling me that the current (and only) public dungeon in Phoenix IS a safe space, is queer friendly, has no problems, and that I should just shut the fuck up (essentially). Then, there where the offers of having my new group meet at and rent space from the current (and only) public dungeon.  Why branch out? Stay here, with this dungeon, in the community. Don’t do your own thing. Don’t create a space. Here, come, drink the kool aid.

Please don’t tell me a space is safe if I don’t feel safe there. If I, who am stubborn and annoying and go out of my way to meet people, feel uncomfortable, judged, and unwelcome, don’t tell me that is invalid. If when I suggest going to a play party, my partner tells me she does not feel comfortable going there, do not tell me that I’m just “making things up” or “haven’t tried.”

Communities thrive when there are lots of branches of the same tree. In this anaology, the tree is kink. If there is only one big branch weighing down the whole tree (said public dungeon), nothing new grows, nothing thrives, and eventually, the tree falls over and dies.  If there are lots of groups, that create new opportunities and spaces (both physical and conceptual), their is constant growth, and the tree continues to grow and thrive over time. New buds come (new members joining the community), old buds bloom, and everything is well and good. I can be a member of and support a community by creating a new place for people who feel they don’t fit in the old one.

Sometimes I meet people who have been to one kink event, and hated it. They don’t want to go back because they don’t identify as D/s, or as part of a leather family, or because they got stared at for having full sleeves, or short hair cuts, or for appearing gender queer.  Instead of just telling these people (myself included) to fuck off and kick them to the curb, why not create a new space in the community, and welcome them with open arms.  While they may not be on the same main branch of the tree, they are at least IN the community, instead of feeling like outsiders.

I know, I’ve set myself up for a lot of crap coming my way. Yes, it’ll be a struggle. But our first coffee/tea meet up is tomorrow, and I have hope.

Why? Because I WANT to be part of this community. I don’t want to feel like I don’t fit in. I want to grow and change and have fun and play and light people on fire and beat them up, and hope is what makes change happen.

Lots of people have posted this…so I’m going to be a total sheep and join the group. Yup. My apologies for a less than original post, but at least you’ll get to know a bit more about me.

-Essin’ Em

1. Your role?

I know people want the answer to be dom/dub/mistress/switch/bottom, etc. I DO pro-domme, and then, I identify as Mistress. Otherwise, my role is as a pervert or kinkster. I like what I like, I wanna try new things, I like to pull duct tape off my Moose, and I like to tie Q up, and I love getting fire cupped and lit on fire and I love it when Q puts her hand over my mouth or around my throat. Ergo, no roles. Just kinkster.

2. Current relationship?

Mostly monogamous with Q. I play kink wise with other people, and I fist people for classes, and I shoot porn with other people. However, as far as having sexual and/or emotional relationships (other than close friendships), Q and I are currently exclusive.

3. Your favorite type of play?

Oooh.  Fire play or knife play. Maybe the violet wand, but I haven’t done it enough.

4. Your most hated type of play?

Not interested in trying roman showers at all. Ever. Either side.  Also, I’m against play involving bad grammar…so M/s or D/s relationships that involve typing W/we and Y/you.

5. The most annoying habit of your owner/slave/whatever you call your SO?

I call her my lover mostly. Or partner. Anyways…umm. Lately, she’s been to tired for sex. That makes me sad, although I completely validate it. Annoying? Hmmm. Not putting enough towels under me…I always soak the bed.

6. Your deepest fear?

Spending my life alone.

7. Your most memorable public experience (or what you would like to do in public)?

I like having public sex. Q does not.  Ergo, my favorite public experience is my fisting class at the Denver Sancuary in January. 50 people came to see me fist someone – standing room only! (visit ShannaKatz.com for more classes/workshops)

8. What gets you in the mood?

Anything to do with my neck. The sounds of a hitachi. Fire.

9. Favorite method of masturbation?

I honestly can’t remember the last time I masturbated.  Almost a year maybe?

10. Scariest thing you’ve seen or heard of in BDSM land?

People doing suspension involving neck ties because they were “edge players.”  Also, people putting things in butts that didn’t have a good base.

11. Number of hours you spend on Fet when you should be doing other things?

Too many.  Actually, it’s not really that bad. Are you my fetlife friend?

12. Thing that was hotter in fantasy than it was in reality?

Threesome. For sure.

13. Most longed-for experience?

Queer gang bang.  Preferrably on film.

14. Ouchiest toy?

Canes. I like hitting people with them, but do NOT want them to touch me. Period.

15. Book or movie that every newbie has to read/see?

Opening Up, by Tristan Taormino

16. Thing you’d like to change about yourself?

I’d have less chronic pain in my knees and body as a whole.

17. Thing you’re most proud of?

Continuing to hold my values and ethics as I become a professional perv.

18. Funniest dom name you’ve ever heard?

90% of scene names make me laugh.  I validate them, but SO not my style.

19. Do your family and friends know?

Yup. Everyone except my extended family in FL and Israel.

20. Is twenty questions too many?

Obviously not.

Photo Credit: John Foley

Given all of my joint awesomeness (read; suckiness), there are a lot of things I can’t do bondage wise. I’ve tried being suspended before, but having my arms bound behind my back cause immense pain…and after the 20 or 30 minutes it took to actually get me up in the air, everything hurt badly, so I had to come down, and it took another 20 minutes to get me out of everything.

Another such thing is the hogtie. I DEFINITELY should not be put in a full hogtie unless you want my pelvis displacing again.  No fun I tell you.  However, here is a partial one I did for the shoot, kind of a damsel in distress kind o’ thing.  Same photographer as last week’s hand HNT.  An odd shoot, because it’s the first shoot Q ever came to and I hate wearing gags of any sort, but overall, some great pictures.

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday to everyone!

-Essin’ Em

Photo Credit: John Foley

It’s not often that I wear gags. I hate them hate them hate them.  I have epic TMJD, some wearing them hurts. Add to that my anxiety and panic at not being able to breath or swallow (which you can while wearing gags; it’s just more difficult), and I just choose not to wear them.

However, I recently did a fetish shoot, and he had a cool harness gag on hand. Q was there, so I felt less nervous having it on, ergo, I tried it for a few frames. And I really liked this over all picture, though I still don’t like gags, and think I look really silly in them.

So please enjoy one of the fruits of this shoot’s labor. And realize that you may never see me in a harness gag again!

Happy Half Nekkid Thursday!

-Essin’ Em

She was nervous on the way there, and asked me to drive her car.  I did, although driving in a perfectly lace corset and 5″ heels is no joke.

She was nervous as we checked in, showing our brand spanking new APEX membership cards, and checked in.

She was nervous as we got brief introductions to all the people there; girls, women, butches, femmes, dykes, bisexuals, bois, grrls, etc. It wasn’t really a queer party per se, but I did feel like we fit.

She was wearing my favorite outfit of hers – a black shirt and a red and black tie, to match my flame corset perfectly. God, she is so god damn fucking hot.

She was nervous as we sat their, munching on cheese and pre-cut fruit platters.

She was nervous when I open the toy bag, selected a few floggers, a paddle, some black zipties, vampire gloves, a knife, a vibrator, a cane and 6 clothespins, which I clipped onto her tie for ease of access.

She was very nervous as I lead her into the jail cell room, until she realized no one was there.

She was only moderately nervous as I kissed her deeply, pulling first on her tie to bring her closer, and then on her hair, as I grabbed it and held her into me.

She seemed only a little nervous as I undid her shirt buttons and jeans, leaving her in only a black ribbed tank, boxes, and of course, her tie.

She was a bit more nervous as I bent her over the table, using the zipties to hold her arms in place as I pulled down her boxers. My hands gently slid over her as, until I began to spank her, giving her a warm up.  And then, I moved on to the paddle, and then, the cane.

I had to remind her to breathe.  We need to work on that, for both of us. Breathing is, shockingly, important.

She relaxed as I rand the sharp vampire gloves and knife over her ass and back.  Again, she tensed up as I hit her with the floggers…first, the smaller, more stingy one, and then, the larger, heavy, distinctly thuddy one. Red and black, of course.

I cut the tied, and brought her to the cross, removing her clothes completely.  I made use of the clothespins – a few on each nipple, and the vibrator, as I alternated it between nipples and cunt, all the while still kissing her, biting her, licking her, playing with the clothespins on her nipples. I slapped her face a bit when she forgot to call me Mistress.

She was only a smidgen nervous when I made her lie on the table, holding the vibrator to her clit. 

She wasn’t nervous at all when I slid my fingers into her…first two, then three, then four.

She wasn’t a bit nervous as I fucked her on that table with my left hand, reaching up to pinch her nipples with my right.

She wasn’t nervous, not in any sense of the word, as I fucked her silly, in my corset and short skirt, hand disappearing into her cunt, her moans making my own drip with anticipation.

-Essin’ Em

Some people love love love rope. They love the feel of it on their skin, the feel of being secured, the look, the process of getting there. Others love doing the tying – the rope running through their fingers, the beautiful designs that they create. People can spend hours with rope, getting in and out of different ties, wearing it around, etc.

I am not one such person. Rope frustrated me.  It takes so long to do, and it really tends to cut into my play time.  I’ve been suspended, but it took so long to get up, that by the time I was flying, all my joints hurt, and I was up for all of 4 or 5 minutes before I had to come down. I’d rather just use good restraints and a spreader bar.

However, I have decided that it’s important that I learn how to do SOME rope stuff. Not a ton, but some good basic ties. They will definitely come in handy.  I’ve taught myself the gauntlet/corset ties already, since I can do them on me, and don’t need someone to practice on. Next step is to find a willing Guinea pig who will let me try out some basic bondage ties on them. Hmmmm…

I have both Two Knotty Boys Showing You the Ropes and Midori’s The Seductive Art of Japanese Bondage. While I am completely broke, I would love to get Lee Harrington’s Shibari You Can Use. If anyone else has any other suggestions on how to learn some basic basic basic rope stuff that even I can understand, I welcome any suggestions.  Otherwise, I’ll definitely update you as to how this…adventure of mine turns out.

-Essin’ Em

I like many kinky things. Particularly sensation toys. Hot things. Cold things. Sharp things.  And I also really really really like squeezy things.  

What am I talking about? Why, clamps of course!

Now, I make it a habit out of collecting odd things to pervert and make kinky. I have some awesome plastic clips I found at a vintage store in New Hope, PA that look like biting teeth.  Very amusing to me. In that same vein, I have some bag clips shaped like lips that I love clipping onto people.  And of course, there are always my good old clothespins – wooden or plastic, extremely cheap (so I’m not sad when they break, or get stolen by certain thieving kitties), come in HUGE packs, great for making zippers with to pull off peoples’ bodies…you know the drill.

But every once in a while, it’s nice to try out a toy that is actually designed to do what you want it to do. Ergo, when Babeland so kindly offered me a set of crocodile nipple clamps, I obviously took them up on their generous offer.

Visually, they’re quite nice.  Plastic package, but once you take them out, beautiful in their simplicity. SIlver clamps and chain with a bit of black rubber accents.  They do have teeth, but they’re covered by the rubber (unless you pull it off), so they shouldn’t hurt TOO much.

My problem is that I like to be a bit aggressive with my clamps…and these, when I tugged on the chain, slip right off.  Moreover, they are fairly small, so if whoever you’re putting the clamps on has medium to larger nipples, or you want to put them on a thicker area, like the outer labia (oh yes, Virginia, you can clamp pretty much anywhere on the body!), it makes it a bit more difficult to get them on, and a LOT more difficult to get them to actually stay on.

I think these particular clamps are great for either beginners (like if you want to try something a bit different than clothespins), or people that don’t like a lot of pain.  On the other hand…if you’re looking for something a little more threatening or intense clamp wise, I’d suggest clover clamps for you. MUCH more intimidating…both in look and action.

For my personal use, I’d give these 2 or 3 stars (out of 5), as I don’t really use them in my personal life…but as far as doing workshops, and domming, I can give them a 4 as something affordable and fun to add to my collection.

Get your own set of crocodile clamps here!

-Essin’ Em

Liberator was kind enough to send me a smaller item to review this time…you know, until Q and I move in together and have more room for the items I’m dying for, like the Esse or the Buckaroo (hint hint, nudge nudge).

What did I get? A set of beautiful crimson silk binding sashes — two sashes of 14 feet a piece.  You can also get a set of two 7 foot sashes, OR a deluxe set of all four sashes.

I was a little apprehensive. I mean, the sashes are absolutely stunning.  I didn’t want to play too rough with them, for fear for breaking them, or lighting them on fire, or getting wax/bodily fluids on them, etc. I held off using them until I could show them off for everyone. You know, my Femme side coming out and all.

So I waited until Spanktrum (Denver’s new women and trans play party) that I hosted back in October.  Q and I went, and before I did a fabulous and fun fire scene, I tried tying her up in a variety of pretty ways.  Some worked better than others, but always, in the end, the silk wound up sliding down her arms, and the knots/bows tightened too quickly.

Then I was lucky.  A certain feisty Femme friend of mine wanted to be tied to the St. Andrews cross and have everyone in the party come kiss, lick, suck, hit and play with her.  Since she’s not into super tight/serious bounds, and she is into pretty things like I am, I decided to use the beautiful sashes to wrap around her arms and tie her into place. Let me just tell you, she looked even more stunning than she already did in her vintage style garter belt.

These are her arms:

Only problem?  After a while, the sashes tightened a bit, and I had to let her down earlier than planned. On that note, they’re not good for any serious bondage, weight bearing bondage, or long term bondage.  On the other hand, if you’re just getting into tying each other up, these would be a really great, and beautiful option for a new bondage lover, or someone just wanting to lightly tie up their lover. I do enjoy the variety of sizes and colors, and look forward for using this to help out newbies, while still being beautiful and classy.

Also, you can keep the sashes in the package that they came in, which is really nice. You wash them in cold water, and iron as needed.  They also can attach well to Black Label liberator furniture — in my case, I tried on the Black Label Scoop.  I’d say 4 stars overall (out of 5).

To get your own set of these stunning sashes (in any of three colors; black, red or “champagne”), click here.

-Essin’ Em

Next Friday, I will be co-hosting Spanktrum, a new women and trans play party in Denver. I’m co-hosting it with the lovely and snarky Mistress Saskia.

What is it?  Check out our Spanktrum website for all the details. 

Hope to see you there!

-Essin’ Em