What ALL men want

In the spirit of recent linking to high-quality rants on the subject of porn industry, I would be remiss in my duties if I didn’t point you in the direction of this beautiful diatribe by Trixie:

My impression of a lot of men in the porn industry is that they fancy themselves reinforcers of decency and “standards”. They all think that they know what All Men Want, they all think they know what sells (if they haven’t tried it or don’t like it then it can’t POSSIBLY be marketable).

They are very intent on maintaining their perceived boundaries between false dichotomies like bad and good, gay and straight, fat and sexy, fetish and non-fetish, hairy and clean, women and men, old and young. Blurred lines horrify them and the only stuff they’ll accept that pushes outside of “normal” is extreme hardcore performed on women.

The only arena where they seem interested as a group in challenging accepted standards is on women’s physical and human limits.

Even as a girl who delights in exploring the edges of my limits, I can but smile ruefully.

I can’t fault producers for not continuing to make the genre of films that don’t sell, but it annoys the hell out of me when people won’t even try anything different.

Certainly, kink is extremely specific, and any variation risks turning a viewer off irrevocably, but there is a huge variety of viewers, each with their own specific kink or desire. One person’s turn-off is another’s cherished fantasy. There’s no excuse for shying away from experiments.

Then there’s a topic of artistic creativity, but I’m not even going there…

Naughty Kittens Get a Paddling

This isn’t hot by any stretch of imagination (and if it is for you… your kink is not OK. Srsly, kittens?) But it’s cute, and I like the spanking set-up. I want one like that in my garden. To hold girls, naturally, not cats.

A Photo Puzzle

One day a couple of months ago my friend Richard Farthingdale was spanking me, when my husband happened along. Did he protect me in the obvious hour of need? No, he just took pictures. Here’s one of them.

Here’s a puzzle for you people: what do you think he’s using to cause such an expression of pain?

(Thanks to Richard for agreeing to have his face shown on the blog.)

Learn your lessons from Ted Bundy

I have experienced a jolt of pure joy and love towards humankind while reading an article on the Sex Week at Yale, and comments thereto.

The article itself is well-intentioned and earnest, but ultimately childish. Never mind that; let the wee students cut their critical teeth. The comments, though… they are pure joy.

In case you don’t want to go over and read the whole lot, I’ll give you a summary of the ensuing dialogue.

Article says: organisers of the Yale Sex Week suck, because they’ve only used skinny models and gay boy in cowboy hats in their promo materials. We, plump girls and gay boys who are not Brokeback Mountain fans, resent that.

Comment 1: Sex Week? How dare you hold an orgy on campus! They will all be havin’ abortions next.
Comment 2: Sex belongs in marriage. That is all.
Comment 8: Stop whinging, obese cows. Let’s see how many people would have shown up if you were on the promo materials.
Comment 11 (and this is the one I’ve got to quote verbatim):

“I was a normal person. I had good friends. I led a normal life, except for this one, small but very potent and destructive segment that I kept very secret and close to myself.

….

There are those loose in their towns and communities, like me, whose dangerous impulses are being fuelled, day in and day out, by violence in the media in its various forms – particularly sexualized violence.”

Ted Bundy, before his execution in 1989 regarding his addiction to pornography.

And this was where I stopped reading, overcome with love of humanity and admiration for its intellectual powers.

OMG, there’s a serial arsonist about! Let’s ban fire!

…What, you’re sure 99,9999% of people don’t become arsonists after helping Grandma light the coal in her fireplace? You’re sure that a psycho killer won’t blame everybody else but himself for murdering people?

Rubbish, I say. Rubbish. We should ban sex now. Because Ted Bundy said so.

A couple of party places going

Allow me to get distracted from the geek-out of the last few posts to announce the following.

My girlfriend Carrie is running a small commercial spanking party, and has invited me to participate. Wednesday 20th Feb, 1pm start, private Central London location. There will be two of us girls and no more than about six guys, and we have 2-3 places still to offer.

The theme is “naughty sisters”; rest assured that we look alike enough that we try to do our hair differently when going out together, to help people who don’t know us well to tell which one’s which. :)

Email me if you’re interested, and I’ll hand you over to Carrie (she’s the practical one); she’s going to make sure that the event is what you want, and reasonably sure you’re not a homicidal maniac.

This is the first commercial spanking work I’m going to do since the Lupus shoot in July (damn, those marks have taken a while to go away), so unlike my usual reaction to parties (i.e. blind panic), I’m really looking forward to going out and making mischief. Yeah.