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Twice on Sunday
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Aug 7, 2011 1:29 pm
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I wonder who it was that decided something was not okay. I know for myself when something is not okay, but then I know for some of friends that very thing can be okay. I think of sex laws and know that most can be founded in a religious context, but when did the state decide that a religious law governs the whole.
There I was minding my own business watching porn and I came across a video that was shot on someone’s cell phone camera. Four or five boys and one girl drinking beer out in the woods. One boy decides it would be funny to pull down her pants, and as he begins to try and do this the girl laughs a bit and puts up a fight to get away, at which point boy number two holds her against his chest while pulling up her shirt. The girl no longer laughing struggles enough to get her arm free, the one holding a beer bottle, and hit’s the guy holding her over the head.
All the guys in unison give out a big ooooohhhh in disapproval. She lunges forward to get away from him and he gives her a punch in the back of the head, at which point she takes half a step and falls to the ground knocked out cold. The boys are standing over her body laughing, and they pull her up by the arm, exposing her bare breast and her pants still down around her ankles. End of video.
It ruined my porn surfing for the rest of the night. My sex has always had a political aspect to it, and I know as much as I enjoy a good Russian fantasy video clip, I know they aren’t always fully consensual: I can only define it for me, and I see women in abject poverty subjected to such things as non consensual. There are no clear defined rules for adult movie stars to follow because it is cross cultural and what applies in one place, does not apply in another. The only thing I know is what I know, that I have a line somewhere in my head that says - this is not cool.
But what if watching the other stuff, the home made videos and the more extreme videos lead to these violent postings. What drives the market is demand and the demand for a very specific fetish is what gets us clicking. The more we click the more someone makes, somewhere. I am not saying watching extreme ass gaping leads to - I am just saying that the video I watched was for a specific viewership and though it was filmed in Europe it is viewed, posted and hosted on an American site. Poor Russian girls don’t have internet … someone provides it for them to sell something to the west and the U.K where there is a market for it.
D says we can not have a national conversation about sex because no one wants to admit to particular things. Is the woman with PRINCESS on her ass responsible for men looking at it? Yes, why else have it written there? And when was it wrong to say we looked? Hum…
Over on Adult Friend Finder is a blog that has been up for weeks with a particular topic that is a big no no here. Even the mention of dogs around this place will get your profile deleted let alone with an image. So why does it appear to be okay over there? Same company, same rules and regulations. I think it has to do with numbers - there are more people over there, more blogs and more paying gold members so certain things get lost through the cracks. Also I think the self policing button is not used as often there because there is a sense that it is an adult site, and there are so many varieties of sex: for what ever reason there are thousands of cams on at all times, there are thousands of people on chat and there are on average six pages of NEW blogs. So why report the one blog you don’t like there is so much more going on that they do like.
There was no real point to this entry, it is Sunday and around here we talk and think on things but I am always trying to figure my reaction, why I feel the way I do and when - because I know I am for prostitution to be legal but I hold a low opinion of the women in the profession and see it is a weak regardless of the feminist movements attempt to empower women. Strange to some but that is where I am most of the time, at opposite ends of the spectrum and willing to accept that some things should be simply because I want my things to be.
Cheers
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love birds and anthrax
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Aug 3, 2011 4:51 pm
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My sex life and sexual appetite can at best of times be describes as a work in progress with Stanley Kubrick and David Lynch calling all the shots in casting, script and soundtrack. There are moments where I will stand up and take in the whole event in like a murder scene. Adrenaline pumping, a bit light headed, the exhilaration mixed with fear at the macabre details that no one should have to see - some deeper meaning to it all that may never be revealed no matter how many times you play it back but every time you do you notice some detail you missed before and I relive the trauma.
The worst is that I often feel as though I am floating above it all and laugh out loud, forgetting that I am in fact in the middle of the mess myself. This is too fucked up, it can not be real - nah shit like this doesn’t happen to good, nice people like me. I can not believe what I am seeing and for the love of god I can not stop starring! Oh lord please make it stop, I will do almost anything. Almost. Please.
If there was anything I would take from a movie and want in my life, it would be that small town local pub, where at the large oak bar stands a stool that is mine. Every night I would occupy the space and with my pub buddies recount events that had taken place in my life as if my being there was a testament to survival and not self medicating. Sometimes we would sit in silence listening to a juke box play classic oldies as smoke filled the room with the smell of a pipe or a good cigar doing its best to fog the memory of that night. A good beer or strongbow cider on tap would, should, help numb the pain and have me stumble home at night mumbling to myself that people are just fucked up. Why! Why didn’t I just look away… how could I have stopped it! I should have stopped it.
Public displays of affection cause my bones to ache, my muscles to spasm and temporary blindness in my right eye as the words ‘love’ are forced through mastication. The sound of a wet puckered kissed through a megaphone as one of them excuses themselves to use the loo leaves a sting like a slap on the side of my face. Yes, yes, say your goobyes now for you might not last alone without one another for the two minutes it takes to piss. Yes, yes, these could be your last words for there might very well be an axe murderer in the bathroom, it was the constant groping, ogling, and petting throughout her meal that set her off. She went fucking bezerk as you both shared a piece of desert off the same fork and the last straw was when you offered him some icing off your finger and he seductively licked it from your dirty nail with his wet swollen tongue - she just couldn’t take it anymore.
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Let it be
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Aug 2, 2011 10:39 am
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The wonderful freedom that comes with being an adult is that we can no longer continue to blame others for our actions. We are free to have our own thoughts, form opinions, responsible for our own actions and decisions by accepting the consequences.
To blame someone else is an admission that we ourselves were not prepared or aware of the consequences and that we were not responsible. Often the consequence of this wonderful freedom to choose is punishment enough and I feel that justice was served.
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Ip-odd
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Jul 29, 2011 11:42 pm
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Is it just me or
Do you find the idea that while elbow deep in someone’s body
Their partner casually asks you what is playing on your Ipod
A bit oh I don’t know, fucked up?
I mean is there any way to not be in the moment? The same room!
What song is this, it’s great!
The best thing I could do was pull my arm out
And bitch slime him
I mean slap him
*pic via gooble
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Deep Thoughts by Pyx Poly
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Jul 26, 2011 5:43 am
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It is the little things we do for ourselves
that turn out to be really important
and can pull you back into perspective
Take care of your balls while hanging from the ceiling joist
in soft cloth first
as to not endure rope burn
this guy gets it
Pyx
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What to wear what to wear…
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Jul 25, 2011 10:10 pm
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 I know that not all men can understand or nor do they have to appreciate what ladies go through when it comes to dressing for an occasion. Even that if that occasion happens to be sexual in nature. I understand perfectly well that some men do in fact enjoy a bit of dress up but I would never tell them I do it all for myself, because that would be a lie. I want them to be inspired by what they see to wonder and fantasize about what lies underneath. I think clothing can only add to the delightful intention of being unwrapped.
What a pleasure it is to have pieces of clothing slowly peeled way, exposing something just as precious or something more bare. Then stop a linger a moment to take in a whole new visual image of the half undressed, almost exposed, the not yet seen and ones patience can almost run thin. I think one of the most beautiful things I have ever witnessed is a bit of confidence, a transformation if you will, in a woman that dresses herself and through details which exposes how she feels, where she wants you to look, touch and smell. Be it a corset that forces up the mound of soft flesh, a collar that contrasts against pulsing veins, or shoes that elongate the leg and inside hold ten toes and two tender heels. It is not the shoes that make you want to kneel at them it is the woman, but the shoes are just her special way of saying do it.
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It has been a while
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Jul 24, 2011 8:06 pm
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Since I have purchased a strap-on.
Actually this image might have been taken the last time I used one.
So lets hear it, what are you using or have used recently
and guys you can be a part of the conversation
tell me what colour the last one was you saw in a video you watched
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I do not mean to be a cunt
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Jul 24, 2011 7:15 pm
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I have changed my mind about something, about this site, about the whole stupid fucking BDSM yes this is a sex site blah blah blah fucking blah blog thing. Please hear me out.
I was reading Jaykay’s blog, and how he came to lose some of his images on his blog. I get it, it has happened to me, it has happened to you, but internet laws change quickly and it is not the sites responsibility to keep us in the loop - that is our deal. We care in so much as it sucks, but care more when it happens to us and it is personal when they are our blogs and images that disappear.
What if talking about sex on the internet disappears?
What if talking about kinky fetishes on the internet disappears?
What if watching kinky sex on the internet disappears?
What if that begins to happen right there where you live…
Jaykay wrote that he has raised the bar around the site and I have to affectionately disagree, in fact the every day blogs about recipes, gardens, sunsets and such pull the kink towards the center and we start to lose the ability to even write about kink. It was once okay to write about an opinion, and idea on a subject, argue about it virtually with people as easy as it was to post an image. Chocking, fisting, blood play, scat, the plethora of fetish we find, porn, literature, and now we can not even use certain words in relation to one another. Now people here are so easily offended at the very idea of someone they think they know is into something they aren’t, and heaven forbid we ever show you all we do it! Does it make you think less of me? Am I all of a sudden not worth your valuable chat time and back and forth, your blog comments?
Now our kink entries are constantly met with mutilation and no longer resemble what it is WE mean to write. I am not blaming jaykay, I am not blaming anyone that actually does write about life outside of kink, but we stopped writing about kink and this is now nothing more than a snake skin of a site, only a bit of something remains of what it was. I am guilty of it too. I got tired of getting blogs denied, pictures lost, women emailing every time I wrote something about D - as if they knew me and him … I miss the debate. I miss learning about a new fetish and how someone does it, I miss seeing people flirt back and forth with each other over shoes, hair, and I miss kink.
So what, I am kinky and I have a pet does not mean anything sexual at all - even worse is trying to write an opinion on the subject. Yeah there are people out there that want to be eaten - doesn’t mean I am going to do it. Female genital mutilation as a fetish? I should be able without sensor write on this site what it means to me as a kinky woman. The world outside is changing and changing what it is we are able to say and do here - a bank in American changes a policy and three other countries around the world change their laws!
Maybe we should all start paying for a membership, maybe at some point we all got comfortable with each other so much so we no longer wanted to offend, wanted people to look at us strange, hurt someone’s feelings, or worse get kicked off the site cause we know no one will read our blog elsewhere. We don’t want the people we like to know that we disagree, the people we have met to know that I am into this or that, worse of all the idea that we are somehow here to impress each other and never have the intentions of doing anything more than write a blog.
I have had the pleasure of meeting Jaykay, I like him, but his entry made me feel that I am a bit to blame and that I let the bar fall. I have a life outside of kink, yes, but I am here to write about kink, I am here to read about kink and I am going to fight for my fucking right to do so - your’s and anyone else’s regardless if I agree or not - and if that means we lose some very dear writers on the site, so be it. We have lost our foundation, the girls and men that were the corner stone of this site, that inspired ME to write, because we walked so willingly into that good center where everything is just now ‘okay ‘ .
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I found a place that is dark and rotten
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Jul 20, 2011 12:19 am
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 Though I have very high standards that are rarely met nor are they completely realistic, I find the filth of American sex to be fascinating. American sex you ask? Yes! The relationship the people of this country have with their own sexuality, that of others, of course politically and economically defies a simple explanation and is unlike sex in any other country.
The best I can do is wonder how a nation can use sex to sell everything, to any age, from gum to mortgage rates are unable to come to terms with sex. We all have sex. We all at some point want sex. Sex was never safe nor was it just boy girl. Sex sells and we are all buying but no one seems to be talking about it. No one seems to be willing to say it out loud. No one seems to be okay with sex.
Instead I find these little dark places in towns dotted across a map of the American landscape that still prefers sex be hidden down dark alley stair wells, sex shop viewing booths, theaters, industrial corners at night with strung out hookers and of course the internet plastered with available in/out call services from anyone with a simple internet connection and the tons of men seeking it all out. Available in the local paper, bathroom stalls, schools, and car parking lots.
It turns me on. The way people try to hide the obvious. The way they work so hard to deny it. I like watching people seek out such a place as they confront their fear and paranoia, the way they try to hide themselves, and the visible shame they are feeling once they act on it. I often wondered if after care wasn’t simply needed to sooth the psyche for some people feeling they are wrong or bad for wanting such things, after giving in, and once at home break down pray to god for forgiveness and promising to never do it again but instead got me at the other end telling them it was a good thing.
The best part is I fully encourage people to try it - not force them so much as put them in the place with the temptation right there and of course my ability to sooth and justify anything… it is inevitable that they give in. The more outrageous the truths the more aggressive I become. When she told me that at forty five she had never seen let alone touched another man’s penis, other than her husbands, I was both a bit impressed and horrified. So naturally I had to arrange for strange cock.
The way in which she hugged herself like a child that lost her puppy, but at the same time eyes wide, pupils dilated, as her chest heaved big huge breaths through an open mouth. She seems mesmerized by the cock, in fact that I thought she might impale herself on the thing from trying to look at it so closely. It is so much smaller than my husbands, she said as though to justify her fascination. He isn’t here dear, you don’t need to flatter him. I ripped her hand from her shoulder and placed in on the pink flesh and declared it done.
Her husband wrote me once, telling me that she always comes back to randy, and they have the best sex, after she is out with me - because some people just need to find a place where it can all happen and never speak of it again, if it happens to be in a dark rotten place with an equally dark rotten person, so be it.
No so much a physical place as it is a state of being but I like working with it!
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